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Whether this Mr. Yang really had itchy hands, Chu Si didn’t know. He only knew that after being forcibly silenced, aircraft would have twelve-hour periods of static electricity on their outer layers and be basically impossible to approach. However, after those twelve hours, they would be able to pluck out the people inside one by one and question them.
“Executive, where did you leap to? Why’d you add a stealth cloak?” Tang’s voice cut in and out before returning to normal again. Obviously, their side had also stabilized.
In his heart, Chu Si thought that no one fucking knew where they were. Sa’e Yang, who never played his cards according to common sense, probably just leaped around at random. Wherever he ended up was wherever he ended up.
He thought for a moment: “Lay low for a moment, and be prepared for the other party to retaliate at any time. Also, tell Carlos Black—”
“That person, he really caught someone? If it’s the City of Silver, remember to drag them back. I’ll be waiting here with my brothers.” Carlos Black’s voice chimed in, full of energy. “Also! Don’t damage my precious aircraft! Take it easy! It’s been with me for nearly a hundred years!”
Chu Si: “…” With Sa’e Yang here, he couldn’t promise that.
So he simply cut off the channel.
Two seconds later, Tang sent a message—
Fuck!
Then two seconds later, Tang sent another message—
Executive I didn’t send that message just now!!
Chu Si answered a sentence—
I see.
After replying with this message, he connected his communicator with SkyEye’s emphatic port. What they had scanned in Jiang Qi’s apartment was smoothly accepted by SkyEye into an analysis process.
Ding—
“This file is in an S-level ninefold encryption state. The time required to crack it is…”
SkyEye silently calculated for a while and said, “Twenty hours.”
Sa’e Yang tapped on its core disk. “With a speed that slow, why don’t you consider retiring to the recycle bin?”
We’re sorry for MTLers or people who like using reading mode, but our translations keep getting stolen by aggregators so we’re going to bring back the copy protection. If you need to MTL please retype the gibberish parts.
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Chu Si: “…” Such a cowardly system was really one in a million.
In the blink of an eye, the screen divided into two parts. The larger part was for the monitoring of the surrounding star region, while the smaller part was a progress bar for the cracking of the encryption. It was slowly inching along, and a long time passed before even a sliver of red appeared, not even one-thousandth of the full bar.
Seeing that it had entered a decoding state, Chu Si didn’t watch further, and instead lowered his head to open the first-aid kit.
The wanderers had a completely different style of stockpiling supplies than the planetary residents. Land residents didn’t have to worry about energy usage, so nearly every household had its own household medical cabin. This medical cabin was suitable for various diseases and injuries below level 5, and only those above level 5 needed to go to the hospital. But the medical cabin in the wanderer’s aircraft came from the opposite direction.
Due to being constantly in space, even if they had a large energy reserve, they would try to conserve energy as much as possible. So the medical cabin was only used to treat illnesses and injuries above level 8— in other words, it was used for emergency rescue. It would be used only for those who were already half-dead, so everyone else was entirely dependent on various matching or mismatched medicines in the first-aid kit.
For the wanderers, conflict was the norm. Long-term rest and recovery were considered luxurious. Once there was an injury, the faster the recovery, the better. Therefore, the medicines they stockpiled were particularly strong and effective, and perhaps even aggressive.
They had grown accustomed to using these medicines year-round, and had long since gotten used to them physically, but for those who had lived on land, it was hard to choke down.
Chu Si used a finger to rummage inside, picked out a medication that promoted wound healing and skin growth, and then pulled out an electronic syringe and compressed disinfectant cotton pad from the sterilized layer underneath.
“Hand.” He said this single word to Sa’e Yang, then followed the medication’s instructions, entering a dose into the syringe and connecting the port to the medication bottle.
Sa’e Yang raised an eyebrow: “What are you doing? Do you want a high-five?”
Chu Si lifted his eyes and looked up at him expressionlessly.
Sa’e Yang’s raised eyebrow instantly lowered, and he leaned back and changed to a lazier position, saying, “I don’t need these things.”
After saying this, he turned his neck and rolled his shoulder, ignoring the shocking injury on his left arm, and stretched out his still-intact right hand towards Chu Si: “Look, the wound opened by the grappling rope last time didn’t even leave a scar.”
“You’re even a little proud of yourself, aren’t you?” Chu Si often made dangerous moves, but he couldn’t understand Sa’e Yang’s way of making danger even when there wasn’t any.
“No, but the truth is that it really has no use for me,” Sa’e Yang said, turning his head and glancing at Chu Si’s neck.
Chu Si withdrew his gaze and lowered his head to continue adjusting the syringe.
He certainly knew that Sa’e Yang’s physique was a little unordinary, and in fact, it wasn’t ‘a little,’ but rather a significant difference. He had seen Sa’e Yang’s injuries appear with his own eyes, and then heal within a few minutes. If he didn’t pay attention for even a moment, when he looked back, there were never any obvious wounds.
Back then, there was someone curious about this but was scared back by Sa’e Yang’s extremely impatient gaze. Obviously, he was not very willing to discuss this matter with others, so Chu Si never asked more.
But right now…
Chu Si twirled the syringe that had been used to draw medicine. He looked at Sa’e Yang’s arm. “It hasn’t even healed by now. Are you sure you don’t want it?”
“Stop staring, I don’t need it.” Sa’e Yang sat up straight and suddenly plucked the syringe from Chu Si’s fingertips.
“What are you doing?” Chu Si asked.
Sa’e Yang looked at the dosage and then pushed out some medicine. Hooking his finger at Chu Si, he said, “Aren’t you dawdling and not giving yourself medicine either? Turn that way a little, your blue shirt is nearly stained purple.”
“I’ll do it myself.” Chu Si reached out for the syringe, but Sa’e Yang dodged him.
“Don’t fuss, Executive. Are you a long-limbed ape that can reach around to give itself a shot?” With a push of his long legs, Sa’e Yang came down from the console. He laughed and clasped Chu Si’s wrists, folded them to his back neither lightly nor heavily, and pressed down.
Chu Si stumbled a step and hit his hip against the console. “Sa’e Yang!”
“Present.” Sa’e stood behind him, shaking the syringe while dragging his tone. As he spoke, his breath hit Chu Si’s neck. “Don’t move, the arm I’m holding onto is all bloody.”
Chu Si’s neck stiffened, and his movement to break free really stopped. A second later, he finally relaxed his taut shoulders and said helplessly, “Let me ask you a question.”
“En?”
“Do you always fight with people when helping them?” Chu Si asked.
Sa’e Yang sneered. “Executive, you seem to have some misunderstanding.”
As he spoke, his warm breath hit Chu Si’s neck, causing Chu Si’s shoulders to tense up again.
He tilted his head and frowned. “What?”
“Usually, I don’t help anyone at all.” He had no extra hands, so he held the syringe between his teeth, pulled a bit of the shirt away from Chu Si’s torn back shoulder, and wiped the blood around the wound with a disinfecting cotton pad. He furrowed his eyebrows and said vaguely, “I’ve only helped a certain executive, but that executive is stubborn and refuses to cooperate. Don’t you think he’s a little unreasonable?”
The unreasonable Executive Chu remained silent for a moment, unable to come up with a retort. He could only coldly say, “Then please hurry up your helping, Your Excellency. No one likes being restrained like this.”
Actually, Sae Yang was right. The place where he was injured was a bit awkward, and if he was doing it himself from over his shoulder or from around his waist, he couldn’t get a good injection. If Tang, Liu, Guy… or even any other person were here right now, he could very confidently ask them to help, with the exception of Sa’e Yang.
The interactions between them would often inexplicably change atmospheres. Whenever they came and went there was always a surge of energy. It was like lighting a brilliant fire in the middle of a handful of dry paper. Every flicker would barely touch the edge of the paper, and if one was careless, it would ignite.
Perhaps because he had finally cooperated, Sa’e Yang’s hand around his wrists loosened. He pressed against Chu Si’s neck, causing him to tilt his head slightly to the side.
A tendon strained between his neck and shoulder. Sa’e Yang pressed around his wound and pushed the needle into his skin. As the medication was pushed in, his skin slightly cooled, and then soon burned with pain.
For wounds like this, medication needed to be injected evenly along the edge.
For the first time, he realized that Sa’e Yang had such a thing as patience. As he pushed the needle in slowly and carefully, there was even a slight feeling of gentleness.
However, Chu Si wasn’t in the mood to feel this imperceptible gentleness, because the effect of the medication was too strong, causing his wound to become hot and swollen.
Sa’e Yang’s movements paused for a while before suddenly saying, “Executive, you’re blushing.”
Chu Si nearly laughed out of anger: “…Why don’t you try having your shoulder burning and see whether you turn red or not?”
This was like the inflammation of a wound, accompanied by a large area of skin around it turning red or even feverish. It was a purely physiological reaction, but it didn’t sound right when it fell from Sae Yang’s mouth.
The reddish color spread all the way from the wound on his back shoulder to his neck, ears, and the side of his face. It was really too humiliating.
He took two steps to the side to get out from between Sa’e Yang and the console, raised his hand to touch the side of his neck, and threw a sentence to SkyEye: “Switch to floating mode, I’m going to sleep for a while.” He then turned his head and headed towards the bedroom in the aircraft’s cabin.
This kind of wound-healing medicine had a quick effect, but the process wasn’t so pleasant. It was best to just sleep for a while, and when you woke up, the wound would already be mostly healed.
When he opened the bedroom door, his hand paused, and he turned his head to ask Sa’e Yang: “You really won’t use any medicine?”
“I won’t, I’ll take a shower.” Sa’e Yang replied, and then leisurely followed into the bedroom, rummaging out a towel from the wardrobe.
“You’re going to take a shower with open wounds?” Chu Si furrowed his brows and asked.
Sa’e Yang waved a hand. “I’m glad Executive cares so much about me, but I can guarantee that by the time water touches my wounds, the skin and flesh will already have healed.”
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Next chapter, Mr. Yang will get his face slapped (x
I’m so looking forward to the next chapter!! 😆
They got me aww-ing and then laughing the whole chapter