Swallowing the Stars: Starting with a Pair of Double Pupils

"Yes, it was reached not long ago."

Fang Yi's response.

The astonished group couldn't help but exclaim, "The younger generation truly surpasses the older one..."

Luo Feng glanced at Fang Yi's backpack, which was now bulging so large it looked like it was about to burst open. This showed that the translator had made quite a bit of money in this county town.

This street.

This is one of the routes to the return supply base, and it's clear that Fang Yi is preparing to return to the base to sell monster materials.

The others also noticed this, so they didn't force Fang Yi to talk any further.

Just as Fang Yi turned to leave, the vice-captain seemed to remember something and reminded him, "Brother Fang Yi, there's a female martial artist looking for you on the outskirts of that abandoned highway."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yi turned around and frowned slightly. Despite being wrapped in black satin, one could still sense the puzzled expression on his face.

But after thinking it over, Fang Yi guessed who it was.

He nodded slightly and then headed towards the outer perimeter.

……

Abandoned highway.

Fang Yi used the analytical power of his double pupils to spot a female warrior wearing combat gear and carrying a backpack.

It was none other than the squad leader that Fang Yi had casually saved earlier.

The female warrior's longbow emblem on her chest bears a large claw mark, and her smooth, gold-painted exterior is now incomplete.

"What happened to your eyes?!"

Before Fang Yi could ask anything, the female warrior quickly stepped forward, her brows furrowed and her mature eyes scrutinizing Fang Yi's entire body, seemingly searching for other wounds.

"Did you need something from me?"

Fang Yi was able to see the other person's movements clearly through his double pupils, but he was more interested in knowing what the other person wanted to talk to him about.

……

Military region supply base.

The waiter brought over a glass of freshly squeezed juice and a bottle of draft beer.

"Um... I mainly want to thank you for your help last time." Ze Zi held the frozen draft beer in both hands, lowered his head, and said with a complicated expression, "Could you please give me your account number? I'll transfer the rescue fee to you last time."

Fang Yi took the juice, took a sip, and nodded slightly as the other party explained his intentions.

At the same time, I remembered that the other party had indeed mentioned this.

But Fang Yi didn't take it to heart at the time, focusing all his attention on the crystal scorpion.

After taking a few sips of juice, he gave the other party his account number.

The female martial artist quickly started operating the system, and soon her phone received a notification of a deposit: "Bank of Communications received 5000 million yuan..."

Fang Yi frowned as he looked at the amount.

They're quite wealthy.

It should be noted that their team consisted of three advanced martial artists and one intermediate martial artist.

They might not be considered elites, but they could still offer a reward of 5000 million.

Just as Fang Yi was preparing to leave, sell the monster materials he had collected, and rest and cultivate,

The female warrior named Ze Zi quickly added, "Um, could I treat you to a meal?"

"No need," Fang Yi waved his hand in refusal. Just as he stood up to leave, the female martial artist immediately followed, saying, "Mainly, mainly I have something to attend to..."

Anything else?

Yangzhou city, on the outskirts of the city.

On the bustling streets, people talked and laughed constantly.

Fang Yi held his phone in one hand to check the notifications at the top.

"4.8 million yuan has been deposited into Bank of Communications..." Looking at the information on his phone about the amount of money received from the sale of the Bloodthirsty Tank and other materials, Fang Yi was in a good mood as he looked at the total amount.

In addition to the previous start-up funds for the Extreme Martial Arts Academy.

Fang Yi's total amount has now reached around 6 million.

"Ding ding~"

Fang Yi, led by Na Zezi, arrived at a breakfast shop.

"Uncle Xu, a serving of lotus root starch dumplings, and a Huangqiao sesame seed cake... What would you like to eat?"

Zezi turned around and asked.

After hearing this, Fang Yi put down his phone and glanced at the menu posted above the dining table: "One order of Yangzhou fried rice."

"Uncle Xu, another serving of fried rice."

The words had barely left their mouths when the two sat down at the dining table.

Then they heard the sound of stir-frying coming from the kitchen.

Fang Yi then inquired about the important matter: "So the important matter you're talking about is treating me to dinner? You've already paid for the rescue, so there's no need to be so polite."

After hearing this, Ze Zi reached out and twirled a strand of long hair behind her ear before saying, "You should still remember that guy in our team..."

"That dead mid-level soldier?"

"Well... he was cremated and buried a while ago. His parents heard that you were the one who saved us, so they asked me to look for you so they could at least thank you."

"It was just a small favor."

"Ding ding~"

As they were talking, several more people entered the breakfast shop. One of them, a burly man, happened to see the two people talking and immediately greeted them.

"Hey, Sister Ze!"

Upon hearing this, Ze Zi looked up and waved gently, as if he had seen an acquaintance.

Fang Yi turned his head and glanced at them; the people who came in were also martial artists.

Under the analytical scanning, it was immediately clear that these people were only at the intermediate level of warriors.

"Hey, Sister Ze? Is your team still hiring? After all, Brother Yun is gone, you guys must be pretty short-staffed, especially since you still have..."

The martial artists sat together, their questions revealing a hint of caution.

Upon hearing this, Ze Zi shook his head without hesitation.

At that moment, the manager brought the fried rice to the table.

Fang Yi only noticed it when he took it.

The owner of this breakfast shop is blind in one eye, and his other eye is visibly swollen and has a large dark circle. Even his gait is strange; looking down reveals that his left foot is missing.

"Your fried rice."

"Um."

Fang Yi took the chopsticks, quickly pulled them out, took a small bite, and subconsciously nodded slightly.

"It's really good."

Upon hearing this, the shop owner, who had just finished placing the food, smiled slightly and said, "I'm glad you like it."

He then turned and left, returning to the kitchen.

"This boss, is he the father of the young man who died?" Fang Yi asked after taking a few bites of fried rice.

Ze Zi was slightly surprised after hearing this, then nodded with a serious face.

Fang Yi didn't ask any more questions. Just as the two finished their simple meal and were about to leave, the breakfast shop owner walked out, supporting himself on his legs.

"Young man, if you like it, you can come often... We don't charge you."

The breakfast shop owner, with a weathered face, leaned against one of the walls.

Fang Yi didn't speak after hearing this, but glanced at Ze Zi and then nodded.

The two left the store.

When the boss was clearing away the dishes, he noticed that the amount display on the side showed a receipt of 100 RMB.

on the street.

Ze Zi handed his phone number to Fang Yi.

"If you need anything in the future, please feel free to contact me. After all, it's hard to repay a life-saving favor. We will do our best to help you if we can."

Fang Yi glanced at it and wrote down the number.

Fang Yi doesn't mind having many acquaintances, since they might come in handy at some point in the future.

The two parted ways at the train station.

Fang Yi also needs to go to Mingyue Community to prepare for the breakthrough period of his double pupils.