Chapter 664: Hua Jian Lei: The Problem Is, This Pot Really Concerns Us

And here, Yang Yichen and his group really separated Chi Jinan and Yang Yixie, and it took a lot of effort.

Mainly, Chi Jinan kept provoking, and Yang Yixie seemed to have some extraordinary switch flipped on, his former low‑key caution vanished completely, and instead a few extra traces of the recklessness a youth should have appeared.

Yang Yichen should be pleased with Yang Yixie's change, after all he has always worried that his younger brother, because of their mother, suppresses his nature and lives overly cautiously.

But actually, after seeing his brother acting wildly, I suddenly miss the older version of my brother a bit……

He just barely let his true nature show.

When the few of them returned, Chen Mo Zhi was inspecting Hong Ling, so it's no wonder they didn't see him during the earlier brawl; it turns out Meng Kexin had sent him here.

Zhiruo was sitting in the area that Yang Yixie had arranged earlier, with Zhang Jie's jacket draped over her lap; when she saw the silhouettes pouring into the passageway, she was momentarily stunned, her gaze lingered on Yang Yixie to confirm he was intact from head to toe.

Only after shifting her gaze to the uniformed figure behind him did she squint slightly.

Yang Yichen was fastening the zip of his uniform jacket; after the recent chaos, he was trying to look a bit more formal, but inevitably with a hurried, "closing the stable after the sheep are gone" feel.

He walked up to Zhiruo, stopped, opened his mouth to say something, but Zhiruo's gaze had already moved from the Special Division's badge to his face.

"……Is this the Special Division's uniform?" she asked.

Yang Yichen's back involuntarily straightened a bit, but his head drooped, as if he dared not meet Zhiruo's expression.

"……Hmm."

Zhiruo nodded, smiled gently, as if through Yang Yichen she saw a figure buried in the past.

The Special Division's attire was somewhat similar to the official uniform, after all it was a modification based on those specifications.

"You really do look like your father," Zhiruo said, her face full of relief, "I won't stop you, but I hope you'll take more rest and put your own safety first."

Although she knew Yang Yichen might not be able to take it in.

Can't help it; his son is just that much like his father.

Yang Yichen stood before her, confirming his mother was indeed neither angry nor overly worried, so the explanations and apologies he had prepared were now all useless.

Yang Yixie was still leaning against the wall of the passage, head down, his fingers scrolling on his phone screen; the trailing Ying Guang Lu had completely faded, making him look no different from any college student who had just finished shopping.

Hmm, and he had just been at the mall entrance, fighting people there; the aftershocks of the brawl almost caused this mall to collapse as well.

"……Mom," Yang Yichen turned his head back, "about Xiao Xie—"

"I know, I was the one who let him do it," Zhiruo cut him off.

Yang Yichen's mind stalled for a beat; he opened his mouth, and after much effort managed to squeeze out a sentence:

"……He, he didn't tell you everything?"

"I didn't go into details, but I can roughly guess," Zhiruo lifted her hand to sweep the stray hair hanging by her face, "I truly didn't expect him to reach that level—impressive. From what I know about Special Ability Practitioners, Xiao Xie's ability is also at a very high level, right?"

Zhiruo hadn't seen Yang Yixie and Chi Jinan putting on a childish fight in front of the mall, yet she was marveling that her little son had, without her knowing, grown into such a strong and reliable figure.

Yang Yichen subconsciously nodded; of course, even in that peril‑filled game, Ying Duo could, by himself, stir up all the forces into unrest.

Yang Yichen wanted to speak but stopped.

"Xiao Chen, I think you could trust Xiao Xie a bit more; he can handle all his troubles himself. It's just that Xiao Xie's age is still there, lacking life experience, and I'm afraid he might stray without careful guidance, so you'll need to look after him more."

Facing Zhiruo's words, Yang Yichen was at a loss for what to say; the current situation was no longer about whether he cared for Yang Yixie, but the trouble had become so huge that he simply couldn't cover for Yang Yixie any longer.

But Yang Yixie just said he had a case filed with the authorities; when was that?

If he truly had filed a case, the Special Division wouldn't have convened several consecutive meetings targeting him.

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Hua Jian Lei took the phone away from his ear; Yang Yixie had hung up on him directly. Just as he was about to lose his temper, he saw the other side clumsily cover it up with a sentence.

"Heh."

It made him laugh out of sheer irritation.

In the end he flipped the phone over, the screen facing down, and snapped it onto the table with a crisp click.

He leaned back in his chair, let out a long sigh, reached for a cigarette, lit it, and after a deep drag felt a little calmer.

Then Hua Jian Lei sat up straight again, reached for the stack of freshly delivered documents on the table.

Did the Strategy Team think he'd been idle all this time?

Both Xi Ren Sheng and Lao Bao were being sent running around, but the Strategy Team, considering his intent to hide his identity, usually wouldn't contact Hua Jian Lei unless necessary; yet the Strategy Team, as soon as they got a chance, piled a huge problem on him.

The first page of the documents contained a few brief summaries; Hua Jian Lei's eyes scanned from the first line downward, his finger lightly tapping the edge of the page twice.

These reports all came from the massive structure above them; without the Air Train and with official patrols, contacting the upper side was unimaginably difficult.

Tianmian City's upper structures have completed the preliminary handover to the authorities; the Church's name still exists, but its internal framework is rapidly disintegrating and reorganizing.

Some people chose to join the official staff; those who originally belonged to the Supervision Bureau and amassed extensive combat experience during the war are being processed for enlistment in batches.

And the other portion…

When Hua Jian Lei turned to the second page, his finger paused; it mentioned an organization that had quietly expanded among the lower‑level populace recently, not only in Tianmian City but elsewhere as well.

Those cities that came from other worlds are scattered across the globe, but unlike the floating Tianmian City, those ground‑based cities make communication and information exchange far easier.

And in such a situation where ordinary people's connections between cities are almost severed, an organization calling itself the "Entropy Light Secret Cult" is gradually rising.

Its membership numbers are unknown; it spreads mainly through private meetings and oral transmission, with no publicly disclosed doctrine or written charter, yet its activity is on the rise.

In the annotation column at the end of the report, a line of small print reads: the name contains the term 'Entropy Light', possibly linked to entropy increase; verification is underway.

He'll eventually have the Strategy Team assigned to clean toilets for a month.