I'm in Mota, and they all want me to confess my feelings!

Duanmu Yan smiled knowingly, leaned forward slightly to close the distance with Phoebe, and spoke in a seductive tone.

“Miss Phoebe, you don’t want the religious order to know about this, do you?”

Phoebe's shoulders trembled slightly, like a leaf shivering in the autumn wind.

This innocent young girl, with her devout faith, had now completely imagined herself as a sinner, filled with fear and unease.

"Well, actually, I'm not that kind of petty person." Duanmu Yan changed the subject, his tone becoming more magnanimous.

"But as you know, everything in this world has a price. There's no such thing as a free lunch. If Miss Phoebe really can't come up with the money right now, why not consider using something of equal value instead?"

Hearing this, Phoebe slowly raised her head, her clear eyes filled with confusion and shame as she stared intently at Duanmu Yan's face: "An equivalent?"

Duanmu Yan did not rush to answer, but instead sat up straight leisurely, his deep and meaningful gaze lingering on the girl's still somewhat immature body.

At first, Phoebe was completely confused and didn't understand what it meant.

But as time slowly passed, an ominous premonition gradually spread in her heart.

She shuddered suddenly, as if realizing something, and quickly shrank back, instinctively hugging her body with both hands. Her cheeks were burning hot, and she shook her head frantically, her voice trembling.

"No...you can't do this, please don't do this."

"Could...could you please change your request?" she pleaded urgently, her voice filled with helplessness and expectation. "As a member of the religious order, I...I must protect the purity of my body. This is my faith, and it is my bottom line."

Duanmu Yan: "?"

What is she saying?

Did she misunderstand something?

Later, Duanmu Yan was silent for a moment, then said, "Actually, I was talking about your staff."

Phoebe: “?”

For a moment, the girl froze on the spot.

"Huh, is that a staff?"

"Wait, did I misunderstand?"

"Uh, what am I thinking?"

Will the Lord forgive my defilement?

"I want to die..."

Phoebe's thoughts were going through a mental storm when Duanmu Yan's hearty laughter suddenly rang in her ears, pulling her back to reality from this invisible storm.

"Hahaha, I was just kidding."

"The money for this meal has already been paid."

"Besides, didn't I say from the beginning that this meal is on me? You don't need to feel any pressure or pay anything."

Phoebe stared blankly at Duanmu Yan, who was laughing so hard he could barely stand up straight. She blinked, still trying to process this sudden reversal: "So... everything just now was just you teasing me?"

"I'm so sorry." Duanmu Yan finally managed to stop laughing, took a deep breath, and still had a lingering smile on his lips. "Work has been so boring lately, so I couldn't help but try to amuse you and have some fun. If you're angry or upset because of this, I sincerely apologize to you."

“I…” Phoebe’s cheeks were still flushed, shy and charming.

angry?

Rather than being angry, she felt more ashamed and guilty than angry.

After all, Mr. Duanmu had never had any improper thoughts from beginning to end, while I...

"This was a very interesting dinner." Duanmu Yan slowly stood up, gently stretching his arms, which were a little stiff from sitting for a long time, with a satisfied and pleasant smile on his lips. "Now that I'm full, I should go back and rest. Good night, Miss Phoebe."

After saying that, he walked straight toward the wooden door of the shop, which was illuminated by a warm yellow light.

But just as he was about to step out of the store, Duanmu Yan suddenly stopped, as if he remembered something important, and paused for a moment.

He slowly turned his head, his gaze falling on the blonde girl, a subtle smile curving his lips as he teased her.

"in addition……"

"Regarding what you just said, Miss Phoebe, I assure you that I will not reveal a single word to anyone."

"This is our secret, please rest assured."

As soon as she finished speaking, the blonde girl blushed deeply.

She quickly lowered her head, her whole being like a steam engine being baked by the scorching sun, her shyness and embarrassment turning into wisps of "steam" that quietly rose from her body.

……

……

Dark alley.

Several people hiding in the corner were watching Duanmu Yan as he walked out of the shop.

"Is it him?"

"Aren't there two of them?"

Yi Qilu Yi (III) (II) Wine "Forget it, one is fine, grab him."

Volume 1, Chapter 5: Security guards cannot protect any Yue + Yi + Qi Liu / 1 Erwo Jiu & Waren

The night is deep.

The dark streets were deserted—except for Duanmu Yan, who had just finished get off work.

He yawned and walked listlessly on his way home.

There's never enough work to do at the company.

For the Motari family, every day is a new opportunity and a new challenge.

Duanmu Yan thought of the words his boss said every day: "For the future of Laguna, each of us must play our part well!"

He disagreed.

After all, he wasn't a Raguna.

He was just an ordinary person trying to make a living in this city. The company paid him his salary on time, and he worked diligently for the company, nothing more.

As for sharing the same fate?

Forget it then.

So, what should I eat for breakfast tomorrow?

Pizza?

Forget it, that's too strong a flavor for breakfast.

Or are you just barely filling your stomach with bread?

Is this the only option left?

Hmm, I'll ask Zanni what flavor she wants later, and bring it to her tomorrow.

Just as he was engrossed in his breakfast plan, two unfamiliar figures suddenly darted out of the deep alley ahead without warning, like two abrupt walls, blocking Duanmu Yan's path.

Duanmu Yan was slightly taken aback, and his steps unconsciously paused.

Before he could recover from this sudden turn of events, he heard a series of heavy, hurried footsteps approaching him from behind.

Duanmu Yan subconsciously turned around and saw two more people behind him, walking menacingly toward him.

"I said, it's so late, and everyone's still working overtime?"

"If I were you, I would have gone back to sleep long ago."

He continued yawning listlessly, completely ignoring the four ill-intentioned men in front of him.

As a member of Everard Bank, Duanmu Yan was already used to this kind of situation.

Those who cause him trouble can be summed up in just three categories.

First, there are the priests of the religious order.

However, priests are strictly bound by the precepts and have many concerns about their actions, so they will not openly and blatantly cause him trouble. Instead, they will hide in the shadows and use underhanded methods to annoy him.

Second: The members of the Faisal family.

The city of Laguna is jointly controlled by three forces.

Although the Hidden Sea Order appears to hold a dominant position, the power of the Motari and Fesari families is quietly rising, and their influence is growing day by day.

Among them, the Faisal family has a longer history and a more profound heritage.

In their eyes, the Motari family was nothing more than a group of nouveau riche reeking of money, heretics of Laguna, and completely out of place with them.

In a sense, the views of the Faisal family and the religious order actually coincide.

This is why, from time to time, members of the Fesari family would jump out, deliberately causing him trouble and trying to teach him a lesson.

Third: Street thugs.

There's really nothing to be surprised about; after all, you see these kinds of idle loafers everywhere.

"Are you Duanmu Yan?"

Suddenly, someone asked.

Upon hearing his name, Duanmu Yan paused for a moment, then revealed a slightly relaxed smile: "Oh, you guys check my identity before robbing me? Well, you should know that I'm just a working-class person, I don't have much money at all."

Faced with Duanmu Yan's subtly provocative stance, the four exchanged glances, quickly conveying a tacit understanding. Then, one of them coldly uttered two words...

The strange shrimp s6i hissed, "Let's do it."

As soon as they finished speaking, the four men almost simultaneously pulled out batons that they had hidden under their clothes.

With batons in hand, they moved steadily, slowly approaching Duanmu Yan step by step.

"Sigh, is a fight really unavoidable?" Duanmu Yan yawned and stretched. "We're all just working people, why make things difficult for each other?"

Om-!

The baton whistled through the air and came crashing down on his head.

Seeing this, Duanmu Yan showed no panic in his eyes, only letting out a soft, helpless sigh.

Immediately afterwards, he dodged to the side, easily avoiding the fatal blow.

At the same time, he squatted down slightly, and his left leg bent quickly, like a spring ready to be released.

In the instant he dodged the baton, he suddenly exerted force, his knee striking the man's chest with tremendous impact, like a cannonball fired from a gun.

boom!

A dull thud rang out, and the man felt as if he had been struck by a heavy hammer in the chest. A sharp pain shot through him, and he was thrown backward uncontrollably, crashing heavily to the ground and raising a cloud of dust.

He struggled to get up, but the sharp pain in his chest forced him to curl up on the ground, letting out a low growl of agony.

Speaking of which, ever since he transmigrated, Duanmu Yan felt that his physical strength and reaction ability had improved by several levels.

He didn't know what was going on.

perhaps……

Is this your own ability to resonate?

He didn't know either.

The other three were stunned when they saw their companion being knocked down. Then, a fierce and angry look flashed in their eyes. After exchanging glances, they formed a triangle and surrounded Duanmu Yan in the middle.

“I think that since you have investigated my identity beforehand, you should know exactly what position I hold at Everard Bank, right?” Duanmu Yan’s voice was weak and tired, as if he had almost run out of energy to speak.

The intense overtime work over the past few days had left him physically and mentally exhausted, and he had lost interest in responding to any provocations or stimuli from the outside world.

"He's just a security guard, yet he's so arrogant!"

Another man roared and swung his baton, lunging at us from the left like a tiger.

"Security guards? That's not entirely wrong. After all, the defense department's responsibility is to ensure the safety of the bank and its vault."

Duanmu Yan scratched his head, shifted his feet slightly, and dodged the attack.

Before the opponent could adjust his posture, Duanmu Yan lunged forward, his right fist clenched tightly, and with a fierce force, struck the opponent's face like a heavy hammer.