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Chapter 275 - 194: A Thousand Cups without Falling

Chapter 275: Chapter 194: A Thousand Cups without Falling

In the afternoon, the summit resumed, and this meeting would directly determine whether Blue Star could become a permanent member of the Sixteen Star Summit.

If this had been a few days earlier, the vote might still have been full of uncertainties, but now, everyone knew that this matter was just a formality, without any uncertainty.

More and more incredible rumors about Blue Star spread during lunchtime.

Even staff members from the various planetary delegations voluntarily joined the lobbying efforts, and Duan Mingyuan inadvertently acquired the title of "divine healer."

Only then did some people belatedly recall encountering Duan Mingyuan at the Critical Quarantine Zone on the night when the Flesh Curse was rampant. Combining this with his identity as a divine healer, the puzzle of who cured the Flesh Curse was finally solved.

As long as one’s brain wasn’t malfunctioning, they would certainly not oppose the summit gaining an ally like Blue Star.

In these troubled times, they should unite more closely.

Five minutes after the meeting started, Duan Mingyuan turned off the blow dryer in the dormitory, and the little fox’s fluffy tail was restored to its prime condition. She was lying on the bed, her legs shapely and gleaming, her little feet swinging back and forth.

"Put on your pajamas properly, they’re about to fall off,"

Duan Mingyuan couldn’t help but remind her, as it was obvious that Jiuyue’s loose bathrobe was failing to cover anything that needed to be covered.

Ever since Earth Wolf Twelve ordered security personnel to tear down all surveillance equipment in the delegates’ rooms, Jiuyue had become increasingly uninhibited. At her worst, she wouldn’t leave the room for an entire day, just wearing that bathrobe from dawn till dusk.

"Anyway, there’s no one else here, and you like to watch, don’t you, Mr. Mingyuan?"

Jiuyue turned her face towards him.

Duan Mingyuan was at a loss for words and did not immediately deny it.

Her lovesickness had been cured, but to prevent a relapse, she suggested that she should receive treatment once or twice a day starting today.

Although she wanted to continue pestering the divine healer to check her body, the Auspicious Fox Cultivation Notes mentioned that overdoing things could be detrimental. The Medical Health Team had work to attend to in the afternoon, and she also had to prepare for the banquet in the back kitchen.

After the story of her apprenticeship with the imperial chef spread, she was recommended to be a culinary consultant at the Gear Hotel, and the morning’s dishes were designed with her involvement.

The dishes she designed were widely acclaimed, providing distant travelers with the full pleasure of eating chicken.

Tang Qianqian, Yang Ping, and Ning Ruyue also gained various titles to some extent. Using the Third Prince’s words, this was the Summit’s way of showing goodwill by involving Blue Star’s staff in various important departments of the summit, which represented absolute trust in them.

As for student Ling Long, she had stayed at the Queen’s palace these days to learn knowledge from Mechanical Star.

The Queen’s treasury contained treasures that satisfied her thirst for knowledge.

Jiuyue thought, this might be what the news often referred to as rapid progress.

After having undergone ’Cocoon’ transformation and been attacked by Cosmic Pirates, everything on Mechanical Star was steadily improving.

The Medical Health Team had a new task, with a familiar name as this time’s "patient."

When the security personnel located Mr. Earth Wolf Twelve, he was drunk and disorderly in the bar, using a bottle to strike the back of the head of a security officer trying to persuade him to return to his post.

The security officers sought help from the Health Team.

The divine healer, who could cure all diseases, could naturally treat drunken madness as well.

When Duan Mingyuan arrived at the scene, Earth Wolf Twelve had smashed the empty bottles together, and then he positioned himself at the other end of the bar in a peculiar pose, suddenly drew a gun, and with an air gun acquired from the assaulted security officer, precisely shot a hole in each empty bottle.

Even the positions of the holes were exactly right.

Then applause broke out in the bar.

"Cool! Interstellar Cowboys are so cool!"

The applause came from a particularly tall woman with wheat-colored skin and short, neat hair. By her side was an Exoskeleton Armor newly taken off, marked with the insignia of the Eastern Battlefront on its chest.

The woman let out the cheer of a fangirl.

Duan Mingyuan first treated the security officer who had been struck at the back of the head. He recognized him at a glance.

had originally been their room’s safety consultant.

This was without doubt the most troubled trip he had ever experienced. First, he had suffered from inexplicable diarrhea all day long, there was no toilet paper at just the right time, and the intercom mysteriously malfunctioned. Not until the security officers took a headcount in the evening was he found in the toilet.

And today was supposed to be the first day Duan Mingyuan stepped out of the shadows and reclaimed his glory, yet he had fallen to a liquor bottle after just a brief encounter with his superior in a bar.

Diagnosis showed that the wound on the back of his head was not serious, but he felt that the emotional trauma within 4423 might not be so easy to heal.

The worst outcome for him would be saying goodbye to the security industry and quitting his job to return to his hometown to farm after the summit.

Duan Mingyuan had sent the security personnel back to their respective posts, and as he walked over, he was met with a woman’s gaze filled with hostility, a gaze that he found very familiar. That was the look one gave a suspected love rival—when a beautiful woman appeared by his side, Jiuyue would show just such an expression.

Perhaps it was a trait of her race, but the little fox had a strong sense of "territoriality."

"Oh, you’re here at the right time, have a few drinks with us."

Upon seeing Duan Mingyuan, Earth Wolf Twelve started getting things ready in an overbearing, slurred manner.

If anyone else witnessed this scene, they would surely question the Gear Hotel’s security, and Mr. Earth Wolf Twelve might well earn the title of the year’s worst security officer.

Earth Wolf Twelve introduced, "This is my old friend, Mocking Pigeon."

The only good news was that he still had a semblance of reason left, knowing to use a subordinate’s air gun rather than pulling out his revolver and blasting the entire floor to smithereens.

In expressing hostility, Mocking Pigeon was much more direct.

Her face clouding over, she took out two bottles of the strongest liquor, giving one to Duan Mingyuan and keeping one for herself.

"Come on, let’s see who can hold more."

With a light flick of her thumb, she popped the bottle cap and directly poured the fiery liquor into her mouth from the bottle.

One breath, one bottle, and when she finished, she didn’t even blink, just wiped her mouth boldly with the back of her hand, "Your turn."

"Drink up, Old Duan."

Earth Wolf Twelve, who was obviously drunk, loved a spectacle, "This is how people on the Eastern Battlefront make friends. If you can’t down one bottle, they’ll look down on you."

He had never drunk with Duan Mingyuan before, mainly because the little fox was very strict and always stuck close to Duan Mingyuan’s side.

But judging from Duan Mingyuan’s prim and proper look, his capacity for alcohol probably wasn’t that great.

"If you can’t drink it, I can help you."

"No need."

When he first entered the workforce, Duan Mingyuan had been like everyone else, having to attend various social gatherings.

The success rate of projects was much higher at the wine table than elsewhere.

About the only one among these people who had seen him at the wine table was Tang Qianqian; they sometimes encountered difficult clients who tried to get them drunk and gain an advantage in project negotiations.

But in Tang Qianqian’s words, Duan Mingyuan’s tolerance for alcohol was limitless.

No one had ever seen him drunk.

Whether the opponent was one person, a group, or the whole room, the senior could drink everyone under the table and then leave without changing his expression.

Duan Mingyuan also popped the bottle cap and drank from the bottle in the same manner as Mocking Pigeon.

What met his lips was a cool, sweet taste.

This was the secret to Duan Mingyuan’s invulnerability to alcohol.

No matter the alcohol content, for him, it would be just like drinking a soft drink.

Treating Jiuyue had left him a bit parched, and he had received the security staff’s report as soon as he stepped out, not even drinking water before he hurried over.

For Duan Mingyuan, there were only three kinds of drinks in this world.

Iced tea, Sprite, and grape juice.

After downing the "fiery liquor" in front of them and putting the empty bottle on the table, Duan Mingyuan asked, "Now, tell me why you are here getting drunk in broad daylight?"