Arknights: Studying medicine can't save Terra

"He is Ah Fa, whom you casually mentioned back then, and who was able to survive the Reunion Movement. He is an infected person and should have left Lungmen, but I used methods to conceal his illness."

Such a young man, willing to sacrifice for Lungmen, should not be expelled simply because he is infected.

"anything else?"

"...I don't think someone who could attract your personal planning and rescue is so simple. Keeping them by my side allows me to observe them more closely."

Wei Yanwu did not hide anything and directly revealed his plans.

Qi Yan shook his head slightly, his face devoid of any smile: "Is there only the choice of profit in your eyes?"

After a rustling sound, Wei Yanwu carefully pulled a cigarette from a hidden pocket in his clothes.

His favorite pipe has been confiscated by Wen Yue.

This was his last private possession.

Wei Yanwu lit a cigarette, exhaled a long puff of smoke, and looked somewhat desolate.

"I am the Governor of Lungmen."

Chapter 141 Qi Yan's Chess Strategies

Qi Yan nodded, accepting the explanation.

"Actually, this seems to be the first time the two of us have met alone."

Qi Yan's smile returned: "I want to have a good talk with you, Lao Wei."

"Me? Wei Yanwu?"

Wei Yanwu puffed out a cloud of smoke, a satisfied look on his face.

It seems that secretly taking a couple of puffs of a cigarette behind Wen Yue's back is his greatest pursuit in life.

“Actually, there’s nothing to talk about with me.” Wei Yanwu smacked his lips and stuck his cigarette butt into the mud. “Wei Yanwu is long dead.”

"Aren't you afraid of upsetting your old friends by saying this in the cemetery?"

Qi Yan smiled and pointed in the direction where A Fa was.

Over there, Ah Fa also took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and gave one to himself and one to his grandfather.

The old man took out his lighter and lit Ah Fa's cigarette himself.

"How wonderful. Back then, Ah Fa ran off to fool around at such a young age, and his grandfather was furious." Qi Yan chuckled. "Later, so many things happened. If it weren't for Hoshiguma saving him, the old man might not have even had the chance to light a cigarette for his grandson."

“Your topic is jumping around too much; I can’t keep up,” Wei Yanwu admitted.

Qi Yan shook his head: "There's nothing to jump around in, I'm just advising you to cherish life, whether it's yours or someone else's."

Lai Zi Chen, Fake Yama, Lao Wu, Iron Madman, and An Lao Ba, they were all your old friends who followed you along with the Rat King. Now they all rest in peace in this cemetery.

Tonight is Requiem Night; don't say things that will hurt their feelings.

Wei Yanwu thanked him softly, and then fell silent.

His eyes swept over the familiar tombstones.

Beneath those tombstones lie his old friends, old friends he could not reveal to the public.

He didn't even attend those people's funerals.

“Every year on Requiem Night, I would secretly come here to visit them. Without them, there would be no Lungmen today.”

Wei Yanwu broke the silence and said quietly, "I can guess that you don't really want to kill Ge Rui. You just want to take him away and leave the position of Rat King vacant. Now, Longmen is slowly moving upwards. There is pressure from Yan Kingdom, pressure from other countries, and pressure from within Longmen itself."

Ge Rui is ultimately just a figurehead; when necessary, he will be killed by Lungmen.

Qi Yan grinned:

"That's not entirely the reason. I do have compassion, but not much. Generally speaking, plans I make carefully are driven by self-interest. The Rat King's arrival on Rhodes Island will be very helpful to my plans."

"I'm really curious now. Do you have any hidden forces behind you that are rumored? Are you really playing a big game?" Wei Yanwu asked.

"I don't have any power or anything. To paraphrase Kosiché, I'm an overly free guy," Qi Yan shrugged. "But I am indeed playing a game of chess. The strategy is simple: form gangs and then go fight."

Wei Yanwu was clearly somewhat surprised.

He looked at Qi Yan, his eyes slightly widening:

"There are actually guys on this land who you, Qi Yan, dare not fight alone? Are you going to kill a god?"

"Do you think I have nothing better to do?"

Qi Yan glanced at Wei Yanwu and said disdainfully, "Most of those giant beasts that call themselves gods are just pretending to be dead. Their power can indeed threaten the survival of humans on this land, but as long as no one provokes them, they won't come out to cause trouble."

The ultimate source of all the disasters on this land is humanity.

Wei Yanwu stroked his chin and said with empathy, "Those people you've set your sights on are truly pitiful."

"What you're saying is ridiculous. I, Qi Yan, am not some kind of devil."

"The devil would cry foul if he heard what you said."

Wei Yanwu left the cemetery.

With a bruise on his face, he walked away quickly, cursing under his breath.

In the distance, an open-air party is being held on the central street of Lungmen City.

As midnight approached, the requiem night celebrations gradually reached their climax, with lights illuminating Lungmen as if it were daytime, and dense crowds gathered in the streets.

The sound of the speakers drowned out the noisy crowd.

A penguin who calls himself the god of rap is turning this requiem extravaganza into his own personal show.

Qi Yan leaned against Qi Yan's tombstone, casually picked up the Black Lock Staff, and held it to his side, like two close friends with their arms around each other:

"This land is truly bustling."

"That's boring. If I don't let you be the riddle solver, you'll just have to be mute."

Qi Yan complained, took out a bottle of sanity potion, and took a slurp of it as if he were drinking.

"Mr. Qi Yan, instead of enjoying the feast of Requiem Night, are you choosing to drink alone here in solitude?"

A tall, slender figure appeared silently beside Qi Yan.

Qi Yan turned his head to look.

The newcomer was dressed in a sharp black suit, with a black visor resembling a helmet on his head. His white hair, visible on both sides, stood upright as if it were about to take flight.

"Hello, Is," Qi Yan greeted with a smile.

"Hello, Mr. Qi Yan, and hello to you, old friend."

Is bowed gracefully, greeting Qi Yan and the Black Lock Staff.

Encrypted vibrations emanated from the Black Lock Staff once again.

Is smiled and reassured, "I'm no match for Mr. Qi Yan either, you'd better behave yourself."

The Black Lock Staff fell into a deathly silence.

Qi Yan watched the two creatures chatting idly, not joining in, but instead asked curiously:

"Is, when are you going to make a second season of 'The Family of Haze'? I've been asking for updates for every episode."

Is paused noticeably.

After a long pause, he smiled wryly and said, "Mr. Qi Yan is mistaken. The screenwriter of that TV series and I are not the same person. As far as I know, that Yi Si is a Dulin native."

"With Ugly Gate above, who knows if he's your alternate account?" Qi Yan chuckled. "Looking forward to his collaboration with Director Nian again."

"I am looking forward too."

Is walked over to Qi Yan and intended to sit down, but considering the mud on the ground, he ultimately chose to remain standing.

Qi Yan made no comment on this.

He knew that this guy named Is was also affiliated with Penguin Logistics, but he wasn't a combatant; his main job was logistics.

Qi Yan was not naive enough to think that someone who could hang out with those guys from Penguin Logistics would be a weakling who didn't know how to fight.

"Did Mostima ask you to come?" Qi Yan asked.

“Yes,” Istanbul admitted. “She was still a little worried that her Liberian friend was being bullied by you, so she asked me to come and help break up the fight.”

In Mostima's own words, "If someone really has to be bullied, then let Is, you immortal guy, suffer it."

"Look at this, is this even human language?"

Qi Yan seemed somewhat indignant, but then quickly realized, "Oh, she's an angel, then it's alright."

Is chimed in, "She's also a demon; the nature of a fallen angel is truly wicked."

"Gentlemen, the topic you are discussing touches on Mostima's sore spot. I hope you will stop."

A stern voice interrupted their complaints.

Under the cover of night, the red-haired Liboli girl, carrying a musket, walked step by step.

Chapter 142 Angry Birds

The red-clad Liboli girl walked up to the two with a serious expression.

She wore a delicate white shirt with a black coat over it, and a cute little skirt.

This outfit is the ultimate killing move known in the martial arts world as the 'Virginity Killer Outfit'.

Qi Yan's gaze was uncontrollably drawn downwards, landing on those fair, beautiful legs clad in tall boots. In particular, the ornate tail feathers hanging from the outside of the skirt behind those beautiful legs almost made Qi Yan's eyes bulge out.

Just as Qi Yan was about to lose his temper, Is first bowed and apologized to the approaching Liboli girl:

“Girl, I didn’t mean to offend Mostima. It was just a friendly joke between friends.”

"That's right, destroy the Phoenix people. Don't get excited, put down the gun first."

Qi Yan chimed in.

Li Boli's red eyes narrowed slightly, showing a hint of disgust, and she gripped the musket in her hand even tighter.

Is noticed Liberi's displeasure and asked in confusion:

"Mr. Qi Yan, did you just say something you shouldn't have?"

Qi Yan looked completely innocent: "How could that be? I just wanted to calm down the person recounting their suffering."

Li Boli took a deep breath and pulled out an even larger grenade launcher from behind her.

Is: "..."

Qi Yan jumped up from the ground in fright, holding the black lock staff protectively in front of him:

"Super Punishment King, I'm warning you, if you keep firing your gun, you'll break this staff too."

Seeing that the girl Liboli disregarded everything and loaded the grenade launcher, Is quickly stepped between the two.

He realized that Qi Yan must be making some strange joke to tease the red-clad Liboli girl in front of him.

Is felt he should stop it, otherwise this grumpy little bird might actually attack, and Qi Yan would pin it to the ground and frantically pluck its beautiful tail feathers.

At that time, this pretty little Liberi girl will definitely cry.

When she cried, Mostima, unable to defeat Qi Yan, had no choice but to seek trouble with Is.

"Oh, I'm so pathetic," Is said with a self-deprecating laugh, before starting to comfort the girl in front of him, Liboli. "Please don't mind what Mr. Qi Yan said. He's known for being annoying and irritating."

Please introduce yourself, young lady; Mostima did not tell you your name at the time.

"Fiammetta."

Li Boli's face tightened as she emphasized, "This is my name."

Is nodded, then turned to Qi Yan: "Let me tell you a secret, I have the contact information for Is, who is jokingly called 'Big Ugly' by fans. If you can restrain yourself, I can help you urge him to update the series."

Upon hearing this, Qi Yan's face was full of conflict.

On one side is my favorite TV series, and on the other side is an adorable little bird.

Qi Yan quickly made his own decision:

"Go and urge me to update the chapter, I'll tease this little bird in other ways."