Chapter 89: Your Girlfriend Just Left, and You

As Yu Zhilin had suspected, Luo Chenyu had indeed burned Wang Ziqian and Wu Yicheng to ashes with a single flame.

These two had no ordinary backgrounds; if their identities were exposed,

whether they feared it or not, the trouble they'd stir up would certainly be unbearable.

And Yu Zhilin was even more ruthless.

He went all the way—set fire to the entire grove.

Erased every trace of the battle.

When they left, the sky had just begun to lighten, leaving behind a stretch of charred earth.

Even the road to Mount Huilong had been rerouted to a more distant location.

"Your gains from the Secret Realm journey have been excellent!"

Yu Zhilin had slain his enemies himself and was in high spirits, smiling all the way—no one could tell he was the discipline director who made students of Longshan High tremble at the mere mention of his name.

"One at Level 13, one at Level 12—you're the fastest dual breakthroughs to First Transformation in Longshan City's history."

"You've made me so proud, teacher… uh… could you at least give me some face?"

Yu Zhilin turned his head—and his smile froze. Behind him, the two young ones were cuddling close, whispering to each other, completely ignoring him.

He'd been force-fed a full mouth of dog food—he didn't even need breakfast.

"Teacher Yu, what did you say?"

"N-nothing… let's hurry back to Longshan!"

"Got it!"

Luo Chenyu nodded—he didn't want Ye Xingtong to miss her departure time.

That's why it was called a military academy—punctuality was the most basic requirement.

…

"Can't find them?"

Wang Meng smashed his expensive desk into splinters with one slap, glaring at his subordinates and barking: "There are only a handful of places for newbies to level up—how can you tell me you can't find two living people?"

"Ch…Chief, we've searched every location for three hours—no sign of Young Master or Protector Wu."

The subordinate trembled, voice shaking: "Could Protector Wu have taken Young Master somewhere else to level?"

"Get out! Dig up the earth three feet deep—you'll find them!"

"Yes!!"

Facing Wang Meng's fury, the subordinate hurriedly bowed and retreated.

A bad premonition suddenly struck Wang Meng—he pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

"Quan'er, Qian'er is missing!"

"Coming back soon? Don't worry… get the matter settled first… alright, I'll handle things here!"

…

After bidding a reluctant farewell to Luo Chenyu, Ye Xingtong stepped into a military-green SUV.

The engine roared, the window rolled down slowly, revealing Ye Xingtong's tear-streaked face: "Brother Yu, I'll wait for you in Donghai!"

"Go ahead—I'll be there in a few days!"

Luo Chenyu waved goodbye, watching the Donghai Academy SUV drive away.

Once the convoy vanished, Luo Chenyu turned to An Chen beside him: "Principal, I'm applying for solo leveling."

An Chen nodded with a smile: "Approved. Be careful—don't be reckless."

"Your application's been submitted—you'll get a reply soon."

Luo Chenyu nodded: "Good."

The application the principal mentioned was actually the early recruitment application for Donghai Military Academy.

Unfortunately, the people who came for Ye Xingtong weren't academy instructors—they were soldiers from the military, unable to submit his application.

"Principal, I'll go back and prepare."

"Why the rush? I'll drive you back."

"That'd be too much trouble…"

Luo Chenyu scratched his head: "Then could you drive me to the Longshan Trading House?"

Inside the SUV.

An Chen stomped on the accelerator, speed soaring.

As he glanced at the convoy outside the window, his lips curled slightly: "Maoxiangong Society really knows how to make a show."

"Wang Meng's only the vice president of the Longshan branch—how does he have this much power?"

Luo Chenyu also noticed the convoys heading toward the high wall—it wasn't the first time he'd seen them, and he was deeply puzzled.

"The Wang family has a good son—the current president's been sidelined."

"Heh—they'll be lucky if they find even a speck of ash."

An Chen: "…"

The car sped fast—the hour-and-a-half drive to the Longshan Trading House took less than twenty minutes.

After bidding farewell to the principal, Luo Chenyu walked straight toward the trading house entrance.

Once again, Fang Yue, the black-stockings young lady, came out to greet him.

The principal watched Luo Chenyu laughing and chatting with the black-stockings young lady—his lip twitched.

Your girlfriend just left, and you're already seeking out a black-stockings young lady?

Wow!!

Yijiaoyou Sect—left the scene of the crime in a flash.

"Miss Fang, sorry for the trouble!"

The black-stockinged young lady Fang Yue respectfully led Luo Chenyu forward. After a brief silence, she said, "Since Mr. Luo says he has a big deal for Supervisor Yue, Xiao Yue will bring you there. Don't disappoint me!"

Luo Chenyu said confidently, "Definitely not!"

The two exchanged idle remarks as they walked, and soon arrived outside an office on the third floor.

After the black-stockinged young lady Fang Yue knocked on the door, she led Luo Chenyu into the office.

In the luxurious office, a beauty wearing black-framed glasses sat poised on the sofa, a professional smile on her face.

"This must be the Mr. Luo Xiao Yue has been going on and on about—as expected, quite a… talented man!"

More than talented—those muscles could scare the talent right out of anyone.

Especially the lifelike black dragon tattoo on his arm…

If you said he was a thug from the Maoxiangong Society, no one would object.

"Please, sit!"

The beauty stood up and smiled. "I am Yue Lingsu, supervisor of the trading district at Longshan Trading House. Welcome back, Mr. Luo."

"Supervisor Yue, you're too kind!"

Luo Chenyu spoke politely, but his eyes were anything but, sizing up the beauty before him without pause.

"I wonder… if Longshan accepts somewhat… sensitive items?"

After sitting down, Luo Chenyu looked Yue Lingsu straight in the eye, but she showed no reaction at all, her face still brimming with smiles.

"Rest assured, Mr. Luo. Longshan Trading House doesn't care about an item's origins, and we never disclose any information about our sellers."

"Good!"

He had learned of Yue Lingsu's existence from An Chen, and An Chen had slapped his chest and guaranteed that, for offloading Wang Ziqian and Wu Yicheng's inheritance, this place was absolutely safe.

Immediately.

Under the astonished gazes of Yue Lingsu and Fang Yue, a glorious procession of equipment made its grand debut across the floor.

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