Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

After remaining silent for a while on Sunday, he chose to avoid answering and instead asked four more questions.

"How much is left?"

Qi Zhimu: "When the missile exploded, I acted as a human shield for Miss Robin. Because my body was covered with tens of thousands of millimeters of highly toxic shrapnel, I gained a lot of weight."

"When we were stranded on the island, I would taste everything, whether it was wild vegetables, wild fruits or anything else, to make sure it was safe before giving it to her."

"And also—"

The one-sided output continued for a long time.

After Qi Zhimu finished explaining everything in detail, Sunday's expression had become strange.

He had considered that the incident Qi Zhimu concealed might be a favor owed by Robin.

But I never imagined that almost everything was for her good, and that a causal relationship could be forcibly established.

The conclusion is that, according to the contract terms, Qi Zhimu was not required to go to such lengths.

Even if some things weren't primarily done for her, objectively speaking, it's impossible to completely eliminate secondary reasons.

In the end, isn't it still related?

"Mr. Sunday, some things don't know their weight until they're weighed, but since you've put everything on the scale, you have to pay the price."

The implication is clear...pay me.

It wasn't hard to detect a hint of resentment in Qi Zhimu's words on Sunday.

It's not hard to understand why he harbored resentment.

He adhered to all the clearly stated terms in the contract to the best of his ability, and also readily accepted unreasonable inspection and verification requests.

But it wasn't in the contract...

From the very beginning, Sunday knew that his demands were unreasonable, extremely impolite, and had crossed Qi Zhimu's boundaries.

But for his sister's sake, he was willing and had to do it.

He never imagined that Qi Zhimu was so much more open and honest than he had ever thought.

The stark contrast made him appear no different from a petty person, judging others by his own standards.

After removing the Harmony Restriction from Qi Zhimu's body, Sunday's eyes softened somewhat.

"I apologize for any offense. The triple commission will be deposited into Mr. Zhi Mu's account within half a system time. My sister is very grateful for your meticulous care. I am extremely grateful on Sunday."

"Can I go now?"

"Please go ahead, but before that, I'd like to ask Mr. Zhi Mu one last question. It's up to you whether you answer it or not."

"ask."

Qi Zhimu had just turned around when he paused.

"From the perspective of the opposite sex, do you like your younger sister?" Sunday dropped a bombshell.

"I don't know, but rest assured, it's our rule as mercenaries not to develop extra relationships with our employers or their designated targets."

Watching Qi Zhimu's figure disappear with a casual wave of his hand, Sunday turned to look at the oak family crest on the wall, remaining silent for a long time.

Then, a light cone was taken out.

The image etched by the light cone is a testament to his childhood with the robin, and also the beginning of his dream.

On the long road to pursuing my dreams, I always think of my sister's admiring gaze and the scene of organizing her first concert.

There were no dazzling lights or elaborate makeup; all there was was a stage built by an older brother to encourage his younger sister to pursue her dreams.

"Brother, what is this...?"

"It's been a long time since you've sung happily... I've built a stage for you, but... it's a bit simple."

"But the teacher thinks I'm not suitable..."

"No, I think it sounds great! You'll definitely achieve your dream and sing on a bigger stage someday..."

Compared to the simple stage she used to walk on when she was a child, now that she's grown up, my sister is finally standing on a dazzling stage.

And he, too, is moving forward towards the shared dream.

They will witness that day come, and anyone who gets in their way will be unforgivable.

Darkness and shadows always lurk beneath the brightly lit stage, and to achieve that day, we will inevitably have to coexist with these shadows.

As the elder brother, he should bear these burdens.

All the younger sister needs to do is stand on the stage and be under the spotlight.

That's good... I'm sorry, Mr. Jimo...

……

Three months have passed, and Qi Zhimu has not taken Sunday's transgression to heart. He is currently playing a mine-clearing game with the scum of the Annihilation Gang.

He'll plant the landmines, and the Extinction Gang will clear them.

Wrong number, BOOm! The Annihilation Gang is flying away.

The dedicated communication device for receiving orders rang, and Qi Zhimu answered it without hesitation.

"Interstellar mercenary Zhimu is at your service. What are your needs? Please let me know in advance that I have the right to decide whether to accept or reject the order after I have learned the specific details of the request."

"...Become Robin's bodyguard and protect her for six months. There is only one requirement: keep her from any harm. The commission is 15 billion credits."

"..."

Upon recognizing the voice, Qi Zhimu's words of refusal, which were teetering on the edge of his mouth, were firmly shut down by the 15 billion reward.

Stealing the young master?!

Last time, the commission for the Kasperingat-VIII tripled, but it still didn't reach this amount.

After a few seconds of silence, Qi Zhimu calmed down and asked the key question.

"What level of civilization or technology is involved?"

"The largest Type 3 galactic civilization."

"Okay, I'll take this commission."

"..."

"Why aren't you saying anything, Mr. Sunday? Have you changed your mind?"

"I just didn't expect you to agree so quickly. I must add that the last settlement involved a personal principle that I cannot compromise on. If Mr. Zhi Mu..."

"It's no big deal. The client is supreme, so we can lower the price as we please... cough cough, let's just use a homophonic way to verify it."

All dissatisfaction stems from not giving enough.

Ultimately, the logic behind Sunday's offensive behavior stems from concern about the level of robin's sister complex.

Having employed mercenaries for nearly a century, we've seen all sorts of oddballs, and there are plenty of things even more offensive than Sunday.

…He gave so much.

"Rather than that, it was Mr. Sunday who surprised me. Despite being worried about something happening, he still contacted me again."

The last time I asked him if he liked robins, wasn't it because I was afraid my sister would successfully "connect" with him?

"Because you are the most professional."

"..."

have to.

Qi Zhimu admitted that the simple six words "Sunday" successfully silenced all doubts.

……