Chapter 550: Height Difference

Cheng Shuili listened, spread her hand, and asked back: "Then how did I find you?"

Found? Wasn't he twisted and sent here by that disgusting thing under Ya Dansi?

Mingri hadn't even reacted, yet Ya Dansi's pupils suddenly narrowed.

The person who came to deliver the message was actually arranged by Wu Ya!

No wonder… no wonder someone would suddenly show up to remind him of this.

No wonder he wanted the other party to lift anonymity, yet when providing supplies the other party was so disdainful.

No wonder when he went to Wu Ya to confess, Wu Ya showed no surprise at all.

At that moment, Ya Dansi was extremely grateful that he had forced Mingri to go to Wu Ya; otherwise… would this accusation have been placed on the New Federation?

Facing a behemoth like Black Feather…

Ya Dansi inhaled a breath of cold air, saw the people following him look over, and quickly waved his hand, indicating all was well.

The commotion here wasn't small, and Cheng Shuili naturally noticed.

But she acted as if she hadn't seen anything, her eyes landing on Mingri, she continued: "There are things you don't know, but Jieke certainly knows. Be it World Channel or regional channel, we both are crystal clear about what everyone has said."

Mingri's face completely lost its color.

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but nothing came out.

On that swollen face, terror, bewilderment and despair intertwined, finally turning into a self‑mocking smile.

"So… so from the beginning, I was a joke?"

Cheng Shuili said nothing, but the silence itself was the answer.

Mingri suddenly laughed, laughing until tears poured out, mixing with the blood on his face, in a wretched state.

"Jieke knows you can find me, yet he let me do it… he never intended to let me live to join Freedom Wings…"

He muttered, as if to himself, "That contract… that contract was also fake…"

"No… the contract is real, the contract is in effect. But he already knew you'd inevitably trace me, that I'd certainly die; what's the point of the contract being in effect?"

Ya Dansi watched from the side, his expression extremely complex.

He wanted to say something, opened his mouth, then closed it again.

What to say? Add insult to injury? He wouldn't go that far.

Comfort? How could he comfort someone who wants to harm him.

Mingri slumped in the chair, his gaze scattered, still muttering unconsciously: "I… I didn't mean it… he gave too much… he promised to let me join Freedom Wings…"

Cheng Shuili no longer looked at him, turned and walked out.

"Wuya Lao Da!" Ya Dansi hurriedly followed, "Um… over at Jieke Fuluode's side, should I—"

"No need." Cheng Shuili didn't turn her head, cutting off his words with absolute decisiveness.

Ya Dansi froze in place, watching her push the door open, sunlight flooding in from outside, coating her with a golden rim.

"Then… what about Mingri?" Ya Dansi asked again.

Cheng Shuili's steps paused briefly.

"Your man, handle him yourself."

The door closed.

Ya Dansi stood where he was, staring at the door, unmoving for a long while.

From behind, Mingri's hoarse voice came, sounding both like a sob and a laugh: "Ya Dansi… you're satisfied, aren't you? I'm finished… you're finished too… Jieke Fuluode won't let you go…"

Ya Dansi turned his head, glanced at him, and suddenly felt a bit weary.

He waved his hand, saying to the two, "Take them back. Deal with them however you see fit."

The two exchanged a glance and hauled Mingri off the chair.

Mingri was dragged outward; when they reached the doorway, he suddenly turned back, looking at Ya Dansi.

"Lao Da," his voice was very soft, almost inaudible, "I'm sorry."

Ya Dansi didn't look back.

Mingri was dragged outside, the sunlight stinging, making him squint.

He saw Cheng Shuili standing not far away, back turned to him, unsure what she was looking at.

Mingri opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but in the end said nothing.

This person truly could make Ya Dansi constantly want to seek refuge.

Yesterday, when Mingri was interrogated by Ya Dansi, he heard him mention someone coming to deliver a message.

It was at this moment that Mingri finally understood what Cheng Shuili's retort meant.

He suddenly felt that Jieke truly wasn't as good as Wu Ya.

Wu Ya definitely knows even the friction between Adams' closeness to Dong Da Qu and several forces in Xi Da Qu; otherwise he wouldn't have sent someone to deliver a message to Ya Dansi.

On this point, Jieke lost.

One careless move, and the whole board is lost.

Today the unlucky one is Mingri; tomorrow it might be Ya Dansi, but how long can Jieke stay formidable?

Thinking that, he again grinned.

Cheng Shuili didn't look back.

But she heard that laugh.

It wasn't the reckless, broken‑pot laugh before, nor the tragic laugh after being crushed by truth, but a very strange laugh.

It carried a hint of relief, a hint of schadenfreude, and also a hint of "I'm waiting to watch your drama" anticipation.

Footsteps faded farther away.

Ya Dansi stepped out of the house, stood beside Cheng Shuili, followed her gaze forward, and saw nothing ahead, just an ordinary open ground.

He didn't know what Cheng Shuili was looking at, just standing there feeling a bit awkward, so he cleared his throat: "Um... Wuya Lao Da, this time I owe you a favor."

Cheng Shuili finally turned her head and glanced at him.

That gaze made Yadangsi's heart pound, and he quickly added: "Really! If anything comes up, just speak up, I, Yadangsi, will not be vague!"

"All right." Cheng Shuili, as if prepared, pulled up a panel in front of Yadangsi and said seriously: "Take a close look; if there's no problem, just sign it."

"What, what?"

Yadangsi froze; he had never seen someone like Wu Ya in all his life.

Wu Ya gave him the feeling that everything that happened today had been anticipated by Wu Ya long ago; even what he himself would say or do, Wu Ya could guess clearly.

This feeling was truly terrifying; Yadangsi quickly shifted his gaze to the floating Light Screen before him.

The characters were densely packed, but the bold line at the top stood out especially.

"Non-Aggression Pact."

Yadangsi stared at those words, stunned for several seconds.

He had expected to see something like a "strategic alliance" or "deep cooperation," but instead got just this?

Just... a non-aggression pact?

He raised his head, looked at Cheng Shuili, his eyes showing obvious confusion.

"Just... this?"

Cheng Shuili looked at him, expression calm: "What else? What did you think it was?"

Yadangsi opened his mouth but couldn't get any words out.

He had thought this meant he was connecting with Black Feather, able to follow Black Feather like the Great Wall Guard and enjoy the good life without effort from now on.

In the end, just a non-aggression pact?

A subtle sense of disappointment rose in Yadangsi's heart, and his face couldn't hide it.

Cheng Shuili glanced at him: "What, unwilling?"