Chapter 388, the signing sale starts (third update)

Upon hearing this, Wei Dong had no words to rebut.

Moving with exceptional skill and possessing profound medical expertise—such a person was overly mysterious. His master’s complete trust in her, was it ultimately good or bad?

"By the way, why did the lady also come?" asked Wei Nan, puzzled. "And she even ran into you?"

Wei Dong briefly explained the situation to him.

After listening, Wei Nan furrowed his brows, "From what you’re telling me, I’m even more convinced that the lady is the elusive Leng Yi."

She preferred strange and unique medicines, which was exactly what Leng Yi liked most.

Wei Dong fell into deep thought.

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"What did you say?" Koda stood up abruptly, his face ashen.

"So many Dead Warriors died?"

"Yes."

The man kneeling on the ground kept his head low. "Leader, Li Mochan has also arrived."

"He’s here too?" Koda collapsed back into his chair, looking somewhat dazed, "How many people did Li Mochan bring with him?"

"Li Mochan only brought Wei Dong; just the two of them, master and servant. Then, a young woman arrived. It was because of her that so many Dead Warriors were lost," the man said.

"A young woman?" Koda frowned.

The man nodded, "It seems that she and Li Mochan are quite familiar."

Koda waved his hand, his face still ashen, "You may leave now."

"Yes."

After the man had left, Koda pulled out his cell phone and hurriedly made a call.

As soon as the call connected, he couldn’t help but explode.

"Li Mochan has already come over, and half of my Dead Warriors have been wiped out. When exactly are you going to honor our agreement?"

"What’s the rush." The man on the other end spoke indifferently.

"Everyone who needs to be there is there already. Tomorrow I will send someone over, you just need to do as I told you."

"What do you mean?" Koda was slightly stunned.

"You don’t need to worry about what I mean. I will tell you what to do tomorrow," the man said in a deep voice.

As soon as he finished speaking, the call was cut off before him.

"Dammit."

Koda’s face darkened, and he furiously threw away his phone.

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In the Capital."

A warm breeze blew gently, making people feel somewhat sleepy.

Not even two days since its release and already breaking ten million, Jiang Yisheng’s album signing event finally began.

Early in the morning, the venue for the signing was swarming with people.

Looking around, fans held the new album and light sticks in their hands, their faces flush with excited smiles.

"Why hasn’t Yisheng come yet? I can’t take it, I’m so nervous, what should I do?"

"Ahhh, I must find a good angle later to take a few shots of Jiang with his world-class handsome face."

"Do you think Mingqian will come today?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the surrounding area fell silent.

"What are you talking about? How could Mingqian possibly come here?" A dedicated fan immediately retorted.

"Exactly, why would Ji Mingqian come? Is he trying to ride on Yisheng’s coattails?"

"Riding on coattails? The two top male idols obviously match well, don’t they?"

"That’s right. Ji, the male god, has both top strength and top popularity. He doesn’t need to ride on anyone’s coattails."

As they spoke, more and more fans gathered and started to make noise.

Backstage, Jiang Yisheng was drinking cough syrup.

The weather in the capital had been changeable these past few days, with occasional cold winds and heavy rains, and he had "successfully" caught a cold again.

"Yisheng, do you feel any better?" Wen Rang brought over a coat and handed it to him, his eyes betraying his concern.

"Cough, cough, cough—"

Jiang Yisheng covered his mouth as he coughed, a tinge of red at the corners of his eyes.

"It’s nothing, cough cough..."

"Really nothing? It seems like your cough has gotten worse since yesterday." Wen Rang asked worriedly.

"How about we shorten the autograph session, and postpone the remaining part to another day?"

Jiang Yisheng waved his hand, "No need to trouble, it’s not easy for everyone to come all this way."

Moreover, after this autograph session, he was supposed to rest in M-country for a while, or else he was afraid he wouldn’t make it through the tour.

Wen Rang advised, "Alright then, but don’t push yourself too hard. Let me know if you can’t hold on."

Jiang Yisheng nodded and took the coat to put on.

"Let’s go, it’s almost time." Wen Rang helped him with his thermos and led the way beside him.

The autograph event was swarming with people, a sea of heads.

Security shuffled through the crowd maintaining order, while purple light sticks converged into a sea of stars, a splendid sight.

When the fans saw Jiang Yisheng’s manager come out, they collectively grew agitated.

"Ah..."

Screams erupted one after another, like a tsunami sweeping over.

The security uncles felt like their ears were about to burst from the noise, their faces blank, not understanding what the fans were so excited about.

Standing on the makeshift stage, Wen Rang stood up straight, took the microphone, and smiled as he spoke, "Could everyone please quiet down?"

In an instant, the restless crowd went silent.

Jiang Yisheng rarely held autograph sessions, and each time he released an album, there would only be one, hosted by Wen Rang.

Over the years, fans had also developed an understanding with Wen Rang.

Once the crowd had quietened down, Wen Rang spoke slowly, "Thank you all for traveling far and wide to come to this autograph session. Yisheng is a bit under the weather these days, and to avoid passing it on to everyone, he will be wearing a mask later. We hope you can all understand."

"Asheng has a cold, how did that happen?"

"No wonder Asheng was coughing at the airport a few days ago, it turns out he caught cold, our Asheng is so pitiful."

The fans whispered among themselves, their faces full of concern.

At this moment, Wen Rang spoke again.

"And now, please welcome Yisheng."

As he finished speaking, a wave of enthusiastic gazes focused on the stage.

Amidst the crowd’s exclamations, Jiang Yisheng stepped out at a leisurely pace.

He had already removed his coat, and his red sweater accentuated his porcelain skin; his delicate features seemed like a masterpiece meticulously sculpted by God.

His aquamarine lips slightly curled up, instantly drawing screams of delight from the fans.

"Asheng, get well soon, we are waiting for you," the fans shouted in unison.

Jiang Yisheng smiled faintly, took the microphone handed to him by Wen Rang.

"Thank you everyone for coming to my autograph session. There are hot drinks and snacks provided on the side. Fans in line who are hungry can go there to get some food," he said, his voice slightly hoarse from coughing too long.

Hearing about this considerate treatment, the fans were overwhelmed with excitement, all thinking how considerate their idol was.

For a moment, all the smartphones and cameras in the crowd were aimed at the person on stage, continuously taking photos.

They had to quickly take a few more photos of Asheng before he put on his mask, or it would be a real loss.

Jiang Yisheng put down the microphone, took the mask Wen Rang handed to him, and put it on before sitting down.

"The autograph session will now officially begin. Please line up orderly, one by one, and don’t push," Wen Rang stood beside Jiang Yisheng, directing in an organized manner.