Peerless Martial Expert in the City
Chapter 687 - 683: Good Morning!

Chapter 687: Chapter 683: Good Morning!

Chapter 683: Morning!

"Grandpa, I understand!"

Zhao Yuhua looked at the absolute dominance emanating from her grandfather’s presence and the pride between his brows, her own expression becoming solemn without realizing it. She took a deep breath and nodded heavily, "I definitely won’t bring shame to Grandpa and the Zhao Family!"

"Good, your grandpa also believes in you, you definitely won’t disappoint me!"

The old man nodded in satisfaction.

"Grandpa, I’m going to find Steward Li and the others now. It’s getting late, you should rest early."

Zhao Yuhua, seeing the satisfaction on her grandfather’s face, respectfully bowed to him and then turned to head towards the door.

Xiao Yi?

It seems, I really need to find the time to have a chat with him. This young fellow has already reached the High Tier of the Bone Tempering Period at such a young age, and he has also gained the favor of Beichen Feng. Moreover, his relationship with the Ma Family seems to be no small matter either. It is said that he was behind the scenes of that last storm...

More importantly... this time, the little girl seems to have unprecedentedly had no ill will towards him. Since the last time, she has mentioned his name at least five times, and even more crucially, she actually asked him to pretend to be her boyfriend? What does this imply...

The old man watched the graceful back of his granddaughter as she left, his eyes narrowing thoughtfully, a hint of contemplation at the corners, while the smile on his lips gradually intensified.

.....................

After all, who was the mastermind behind the assassination of Chen Jianguo this time?

Who would order the hit on Chen Jianguo, and who possesses the capacity to do so?

As Xiao Yi walked along the school’s pathways, he began pondering one question after another in his mind. The incident with Li Zhengyi was just a minor interruption for him. At the moment, the most pressing matter was the assassination attempt on Chen Jianguo. He was aware that the police were also investigating the case, but he did not have much hope for them, unless Situ Qingfeng was at the police station. Otherwise, he certainly couldn’t place his hopes on those police officers.

With each question flashing through his mind, Xiao Yi suddenly felt as though he was on the verge of grasping something. His steps involuntarily halted as he seriously tried to capture that inspiration, to grasp the core of the problem.

"Boss, morning!"

However, just as he had been striving so long and felt he was about to grasp something, with the thoughts in his mind becoming clearer, a voice suddenly rang in his ear. Following the sound, he felt a heavy hand slap onto his shoulder.

"......"

All of his thoughts vanished in an instant with this voice, this heavy hand. Xiao Yi turned around, speechless, to see Fatty Tang in front of him, beaming like a Maitreya Buddha, radiantly, and his eyes carrying a somewhat ambiguous mood as he looked at Xiao Yi. Xiao Yi felt an urge to slap this damned guy into the clouds.

"Boss, what’s up? You seem out of it. Was your date last night not bad, eh? Heh heh..."

Fatty Tang was blithely oblivious to the grave danger he was in, looking at Xiao Yi who was staring blankly at him, without a hint of realizing he had done anything wrong, wearing a knowing look on his face.

"Not bad your head!"

Xiao Yi looked helplessly at Fatty Tang, who wore a sleazy smile, and after a long struggle, he forcibly suppressed the urge to slap this gossipy, damned, inspiration-obstructing guy into the air. Extending a finger, he knocked hard on Fatty Tang’s head, then, with indescribable frustration, he turned and walked briskly towards the classroom.

"Ouch!"

Fatty Tang yelped in pain after being knocked and, without worrying about his pain, hurriedly clutched his head and quickly followed Xiao Yi, whimpering like an injured little wife, "Just because your date wasn’t pleasant, there’s no need to take it out on me!"

Of course, he kept his voice very low, within what he believed was out of Xiao Yi’s hearing range.

"What did you say?"

Xiao Yi stopped, turned his head, and looked at Fatty Tang, with an expression that was neither stormy nor sunny.

"No...nothing, boss. I swear I didn’t say anything,"

Fatty Tang was startled; he hadn’t expected Xiao Yi to hear his whispered comments. Seeing the killing intent in Xiao Yi’s eyes, he quickly raised his hands and immediately promised without hesitation.

He was all too aware that at this moment, it was definitely a case of ’confess and be lenient, resist and be stringent.’

"Hmph, you’d better not have said anything."

Xiao Yi was well aware that the fat guy was obviously lying. Although his voice was low, it couldn’t escape Xiao Yi’s ears. However, seeing that Fatty Tang knew his place, Xiao Yi didn’t actually intend to hold him to account. He stopped just to scare him a bit and teach him a lesson, a small payback for the lost inspiration earlier. With a displeased snort, he walked swiftly toward the classroom.

"Phew..."

Seeing that Xiao Yi hadn’t noticed anything, Fatty Tang let out a long breath, patted his chest, and, watching Xiao Yi’s retreating figure, mumbled again, "What a guy, seriously, to be able to hear even the faintest whispers, that’s just freakish, wonder if he’s part cat."

When Xiao Yi entered the classroom, it was already nearly full of students.

However, Xiao Yi was preoccupied with his thoughts and didn’t pay much attention, until, just before he reached his seat, he felt someone staring at him all along. He suddenly looked up and saw Zhao Yuhua already seated at her desk.

"Morning!"

When Zhao Yuhua saw Xiao Yi looking at her, she uncharacteristically nodded and said.

Hm?

Was that... was Zhao Yuhua greeting him just now?

What did she mean by that?

Hadn’t the issue been resolved last night? Wasn’t she supposed to treat him like a stranger from now on? Why was she initiating a greeting?

Upon hearing Zhao Yuhua’s voice, Xiao Yi’s expression froze. For a moment, he couldn’t make sense of it and only after a while did he respond, smiling awkwardly at Zhao Yuhua, "Morning... morning."

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