The Chef Rules the Last Days
Chapter 177 - 174: Truly Durable

Chapter 177: Chapter 174: Truly Durable

With so many people around, he dared not imagine the scene at that time, fearing he would go mad, unable to bear the blow of losing her again.

Su Mo choked up as she only heard the man’s deep and desolate voice saying, "Don’t provoke me time and again, Su Mo."

Her heart clenched painfully, and she immediately stared at him with big, pitiful eyes, "I’ll definitely tell you next time, let you avenge me, don’t be angry."

Lu Chen sighed softly, unable to withstand her like this, lifting her from the bed and holding her in his arms, "I’m not angry."

It was self-reproach, he always failed to protect her well.

Realizing this, the usually decisive and ruthless man also felt deeply powerless at times.

"I’ll be your sticking plaster from now on, smile a bit, don’t keep a straight face," Su Mo said as she rubbed his face, attempting to soften the cold hard lines on the man’s face.

Seeing that he was unmoved, her eyes flickered.

In the silent room, a low, restrained hoarse reprimand from the man could be heard.

An hour later, Su Mo climbed out of bed, her face flushed as she went to wash her hands.

That was damn enduring, Su Mo thought as she looked at her almost peeled hands, sighing inwardly.

She returned to the bed, the man’s silver hair framing his deep and clear phoenix eyes, which stared at her intently, his face softened and tinted with a hint of pink.

Su Mo rolled into his arms, feeling an inexplicable sense of accomplishment—she was the only one who could see this side of him, wasn’t she?

"No next time," the man whispered, kissing her on the head.

Su Mo nodded earnestly, "This time was my lack of consideration, I won’t joke with my own life."

She yawned, and the man’s eyes softened, "Sleep now."

The girl fell into a deep sleep, while Lu Chen’s eyes began to turn cold and hard, the discarded photo by the bed revealing his fierce demeanor.

For several days in a row, Su Mo and her companions trained in the training area as the day of their trip to Southern Island approached.

Under this devilish training, Li Qian’s physical strength had increased rapidly, and his lean body visibly grew stronger.

The day of Jiang Yulian’s cesarean section was also drawing near. Su Mo hadn’t seen Lu Chen throughout the day. When she returned to the villa, she saw Jian Chunhua sitting on the sofa, trying to cheer up Ling Ye.

But the child always remained expressionless, somewhat baffling to her.

On seeing Su Mo, she instantly became somewhat uneasy and stood up, "Benefactor."

"Did Lu Chen arrange for you to come here?" Su Mo gulped down some water, Jian Chunhua nodded, "I have something to say."

Su Mo became interested. She signaled for her to sit down and settled herself on the opposite sofa, "What’s happened in the Outer Ring?"

Jian Chunhua cautiously looked up at her, then lowered her gaze, somewhat uncertain, "Your parents..."

"You don’t have to be so formal, just speak," Su Mo guessed she already knew what she was about to say.

Seeing her nonchalant attitude, Jian Chunhua finally spoke, "It’s widely known at the headquarters that Admiral’s mistress is the daughter of Su Huaguang."

Su Mo nodded, not surprised at all by their actions and wondering what it was for, "I don’t care about reputation, anything else?"

"Your brother... is dead," Jian Chunhua said softly, looking down.

That genuinely surprised Su Mo, who straightened up, "How did he die?"

"Leg infection, I saw his body being thrown out."

Su Mo then remembered that Mrs. Su might have mentioned this, feeling a mix of emotions at the moment.

Jian Chunhua also had some doubts, her own son had such a severe leg wound yet was healed by the person right in front of her, but her own brother had just died from an infection. It seemed she remembered something and said:

"Today, when they were disposing of bodies, I saw that person who is usually with you."

"Lu Chen?" Su Mo’s eyes met hers as she spoke. Indeed, this man had been missing for the entire day.

Jian Chunhua recalled the horrifying scene and shivered, "More than a dozen people died, all bodies were moved out of that car."

She didn’t dare to meet the eyes of that person, too terrifying.

Su Mo couldn’t help but think to herself, he couldn’t have gone to avenge her, could he?

"I understand, you can go back now," Su Mo stood up, indicating that the meeting was over.

But Jian Chunhua didn’t leave; instead, she said, "There’s... more."

Su Mo turned back to look at her, waiting for her to continue.

Jian Chunhua swallowed and said, "Today, another car came in towing something very large. I saw... many hands."

Su Mo’s heart skipped a beat, exclaimed, "Hands?"

She couldn’t help but recall the time not long ago when Rong Bai was ordered to go to Yan City; he must have dragged that monster back.

Seeing Su Mo deep in thought, Jian Chunhua didn’t dare stay longer, and Li Qian escorted her out.

Zhao Changsheng stood at the stairwell, listening for a while before coming down, "Momo, is it because of that night?"

It was really her own fault for insisting on drowning her sorrows in alcohol late at night.

Regret showed on the stunning face of Zhao Changsheng.

Su Mo came to her senses and looked up at her with a smile, "It’s nothing."

In the middle of the night, when Su Mo was half asleep, Lu Chen returned with a slight scent of blood. He took a cold shower, making sure only the scent of body wash lingered on his body before he gently held Su Mo in his arms.

Her alertness, honed in days of apocalypse, immediately caught the scent in the air as he entered the room, but she did not react, just found a comfortable spot in his arms and fell back to sleep.

The next morning, she didn’t ask where he had been, just went about her routine in the training area.

It was already the end of the month, and they needed to arrive at Southern Island before the weather turned wholly cold and the sea froze over.

With only a week left at the base, there was a paired combat event scheduled for today.

This was the first time Su Mo had used her modified Tang Blade, its dark and sharp blade catching everyone’s attention.

Jianxiong was especially impressed and wanted to touch it, "This is a fine blade indeed."

Su Mo handed the blade over to him, and as Jianxiong traced the blade’s edge, he grimaced.

A fine line of blood appeared on the sharp edge of the blade.

Jianxiong drew back his hand and exclaimed, "This is really sharp."

Su Mo looked down at the blade, watching as the fine line of blood was visibly absorbed by the blade, her eyes widening in surprise.

Bloodsucker?

The material was indeed not simple. She decided to store the blade back in the Space, "I won’t use this blade anymore."

Jianxiong hadn’t noticed anything unusual about the blade and simply nodded in agreement, "Better to use something blunter. If you don’t hold this properly, it could easily slice someone in half."

In a combat training session, Lu Chen personally sparred with Su Mo and, seeing her mind wasn’t in it, eventually stopped and asked, "What’s wrong?"

Su Mo shook her head and lunged at him with the dagger in her hand.

As one attacked and the other defended, it was clear without a doubt, a disciple does not surpass the master. Finally, Su Mo was thrown onto the sandy ground, marking the end of their duel.

Everyone’s performance barely reached a level that satisfied Lu Chen. He took to the wooden platform again, his voice cold and clear, "This is the last mission, I hope everyone comes back safely."

Below was a deafening roar of affirmation.