Chapter 269: The Military Department's Favor

Gurgle—

Song Lan Yue swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

She was still in shock, and with Lu Jing's provocation, the blood throughout her body seemed to freeze.

Her body stiffened, unable to move.

Lu Jing slowly spoke, his right hand like iron tongs tightly gripping Song Lan Yue's throat.

"Are you working with them?"

"Uuu... I'm not......"

Song Lan Yue's body shook violently, her hands pressing on Lu Jing's hand, trying to break free.

"Oh? Give you one minute to explain clearly."

Lu Jing loosened his grip on the woman's hand, his eyes icy as he stared at her.

"Cough cough!"

After several breaths, Song Lan Yue finally recovered.

She tremblingly took out her phone, showing the chat log between her and NieZhenghao.

"I was sent by Principal Nie to protect you, with no ill intent—please believe me!"

Lu Jing took the phone from Song Lan Yue's hand, confirmed it was NieZhenghao's, then returned the phone.

Then he revealed a meaningful smile: "You, protect me? You call hiding upstairs and watching a show protection?"

"Sorry, I......"

Song Lan Yue stammered, unable to speak, just apologizing repeatedly.

Seeing the other like a frightened rabbit, Lu Jing shrugged helplessly; since she wasn't an enemy, continuing to target her was pointless.

"Handle the corpses, and meanwhile have someone repair the flowerbed and damaged road, finish before dawn—can you do it?"

"Yes, leave it to me!"

Song Lan Yue quickly nodded and agreed.

Lu Jing finally glanced at her, then jumped down the stairs and walked toward his own courtyard.

At this moment, Song Lan Yue leaned against the wall, taking deep breaths of the damp air.

"Hah—"

Her chest rose and fell violently, her skin snow‑white, lips bright red, and her perfect figure wrapped in the wet tight clothing was extremely tempting.

"Song Lan Yue, are you still there? Why haven't you replied?!"

A man's urgent voice came through the wireless earpiece: "How is Lu Jing? Can you help him a bit? Our people will arrive in ten or so minutes!"

Song Lan Yue ignored the man's shouting, merely gasping for air.

After a while, she finally opened the mic on the earpiece.

"Hey, I'm......"

Song Lan Yue's voice was extremely weak, as if she were clinging to life.

"What's wrong? Did the enemy discover you from your voice? Also, how is Lu Jing? What's the situation at the scene? Please report quickly!"

The man's heart, which had been suspended, eased slightly upon hearing Song Lan Yue's reply.

"No, I wasn't discovered; their battle has already ended."

Song Lan Yue slowly said, she straightened her body and looked toward the direction of Lu Jing's home.

Lights were on there, and from time to time came sounds of laughter and cheerful chatter.

"Sigh, the battle has ended, after all we still couldn't save that child......"

In the earpiece, the man first fell silent, then sighed, and said dejectedly: "How are Lu Jing's family? Were they also killed by those people? Did you see the enemy's appearance?"

"No, you misunderstood," Song Lan Yue interrupted, her expression complex, explaining: "The battle ended, but the living one is Lu Jing......"

"What?"

The man exclaimed in disbelief, shouting: "How is that possible? Where are the opponents? Did they retreat midway?"

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"No, they were all killed by Lu Jing alone, including that Martial Marquis Realm enemy."

After a moment, Song Lan Yue added: "Lu Jing wasn't even injured; it was a complete and utter victory."

Silence.

A death‑like silence.

Only the dripping of raindrops falling around could be heard.

Song Lan Yue could imagine the man's state of shock upon hearing this news.

After a long while, Song Lan Yue was the first to speak, breaking the silence.

"Do I still need to protect him?"

After a moment, the man's hoarse voice came through: "No need, go back; Lu Jing seems no longer in need of protection—he has grown up......"

"Alright, I'll tie up loose ends for him and then head back."

Song Lan Yue turned off the mic function of the wireless earpiece and leapt down from the balcony.

She needed to dispose of the corpses before dawn—a considerable undertaking.

"You kid, you ran off halfway through your meal!"

In the living room, Lu Hai Tao said discontentedly: "Aren't you not eating properly at school, shrinking your stomach?"

"Ah, Dad, that was just an intermission; I'm back down here to keep eating."

Lu Jing chuckled, then poured a full cup of wine for Lu Hai Tao: "Dad, I toast you."

"Heh, you've grown up!"

Lu Haitao instantly smiled broadly, his face like a spring breeze, and raised his wine cup.

At the dining table, Lu Jing talked a lot with his parents.

During the days he was away from home, many things happened.

Lu Haitao's job changed, and Martial Association President Xu Xingwu arranged a more respectable position for him.

As a Martial Top Scholar, his father's previous warehouse‑watching job was no longer suitable for Lu Haitao.

Now Lu Haitao sits in an office, where he only needs to help handle some simple documents each day.

The work became easier, the compensation even better, with salary rising to 11,000 a month, comparable to a high‑salary white‑collar.

Lu Jing, taking advantage of his parents being present, voiced his desire to have them practice martial arts with him.

He was instantly met with unanimous refusal from Lu Haitao and Feng Qinru.

"Little Jing, the two of us are middle‑aged and old now; we're long past the age for practicing martial arts."

"Yes, you don't have to worry about us; our greatest wish now is to see you and Le Yi happy every day."

Feng Qinru patted Lu Jing's head, her face full of indulgence.

Lu Jing thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Mom and Dad, practicing martial arts isn't limited by age; when you have free time just do a few simple movements, it strengthens the body."

"Is practicing martial arts that simple?"

Lu Haitao was half‑believing, half‑doubting.

In the end, under Lu Jing's earnest urging, he agreed to learn a few moves tomorrow.

Lu Jing didn't close his eyes the whole night; his spiritual energy spread over the entire neighborhood.

He was mainly worried that another batch of enemies might sneak into the house.

Fortunately he had the Contemplation Method, and Lu Jing spent the night visualizing diamond figurines; his spiritual energy was only slightly sore.

Early the next morning.

Lu Jing received a call from NieZhenghao.

"Lu Jing, the attackers yesterday were agents of the Divine Archbishop; I contacted the military and dispatched several Martial Master Realm strongmen to station in your neighborhood, protecting your parents' safety."

After a pause, NieZhenghao continued, "I've done my best; I could only secure strongmen of the Martial Master Realm."

Lu Jing smiled, "Thanks, Principal Nie; the Martial Master Realm is already enough."

Through his conversation with NieZhenghao, Lu Jing gained a slight understanding of the Divine Archbishop.

Divine Archbishop.

It turned out to be a foreign power.

It wasn't only him; many once‑renowned geniuses had also been assassinated by them.