Chapter 1403 - 1403: The Second Miserable Story Competition

Walking through the Jinyue Garden Villa District, Xiao Feng touched the bank card in his pocket, a satisfied smile playing on his lips.

In fact, his advice to Dong Min was not driven by lust for her beauty or anything like that.

Of course, this is not to say that Dong Min's appearance wasn't attractive to him, but rather that her background made him naturally cautious, or perhaps wary.

The real reason was that when Dong Min lost control of her emotions, he felt a bit sympathetic.

Being able to strategize and manipulate nearly the entire business landscape of Jiangcheng, relying solely on the backing of the Dong Family was far from enough.

For this reason, Xiao Feng had quite a high regard for Dong Min's intellect and wisdom.

If it weren't for an impatient father, her plan might very well have succeeded.

Of course, whether there would be repercussions after a successful venture is another story...

In conclusion, after weighing the pros and cons, Xiao Feng chose to help and offer advice, after all, she was a smart person.

Most importantly, she was also very... well, that's not important.

As he approached the house, Xiao Feng naturally wouldn't enter with a "dangerous" mindset.

As he got closer to home, faint sounds of arguing reached his ears.

Xiao Feng walked up to the door and saw a little girl standing with her arms spread wide, guarding the front of Xiaoxiangzhu's little fortress.

Facing her was Lu Lishuang.

Du Qingyue and others stood by the little girl's side.

"I say, short-legs, aren't you being a bit stingy? It's just a chicken, right?" Lu Lishuang pouted, "Do you have to make such a fuss over it?"

The little girl was instantly furious: "This is the last time I'll say it, if you give me another nickname, don't blame us for ganging up on you, cutting off your tongue, chopping it up into porridge, and feeding it to Xiaoxiangzhu!"

Outside the door, a few black lines appeared on Xiao Feng's forehead.

The little girl's threat, in terms of tone and expression, had no problems, but it completely fell apart at the last sentence.

With one sentence, all the intended intimidation vanished...

However, this scene well illustrated the necessity for having Du Qingyue and others keep a close eye on Lu Lishuang.

If he hadn't given prior instructions, Xiaoxiangzhu most likely would've come to harm by now, right?

Just as he was thinking, he heard Lu Lishuang sneer: "You don't let me eat it, so I will eat it right in front of you. I will gnaw on the chicken bones and let's see what you can do about it!"

With that, she stepped forward.

And the little girl and her squad stepped forward in unison.

Lu Lishuang furrowed her eyebrows but didn't act rashly. Instead, she said, "Even if you can stop me for now, can you stop me forever?

With your attitude, I must have the chicken behind you!

If you have the skill, take shifts watching that chicken 24/7.

Otherwise, once I get the chance, I'll skin it, eat its meat, and not leave even a feather for you to see!"

The little girl's almond-shaped eyes glared, about to retort.

But just then, two coughs rang out, from outside the door: "Cough, cough."

Everyone gathered around the corner turned to the door and saw Xiao Feng stepping inside.

The little girl pointed her finger like a green onion at Lu Lishuang, complaining: "Brother Xiao Feng, she wants to stew Xiaoxiangzhu and eat it."

"Wanna eat chicken?" Xiao Feng chuckled, "Easy!

Raw or cooked, alive or dead, half-dead, I can get them all for you."

"I don't want any of that." Lu Lishuang replied coldly, "I only want the one behind them."

Xiao Feng shook his head slowly: "I'm afraid that won't do."

"What if I insist on eating it?"

"No serious consequences really, just that when the Devil's Concentration Camp comes by in a few days, I might have to tie you up and let you watch all the fighting and chaos."

"That harsh?" Lu Lishuang's eyes widened, but she quickly changed her tune: "Fine, I won't eat that chicken anymore."

With that, she turned and left.

"..." Du Qingyue.

"..." The little girl.

"..." Lu Yao.

"..." Jiang Yixin.

Was it... solved that easily?

Seeing the reaction of the four girls, Xiao Feng couldn't help but laugh: "Didn't I mention Lu Lishuang's weakness before?"

"Knowing the weakness doesn't help, we said similar things before you came back, but it's only effective when it comes from your mouth." Du Qingyue's tone was calm.

But Xiao Feng detected a hint of deeper meaning in that calm voice.

At this time, the little girl sniffed the air twice, then furrowed her brows, sniffing as she walked over to Xiao Feng.

Then...

She sniffed around him.

"Brother Xiao Feng, did you go fishing?"

"No."

"Then did you go to the seafood market?"

"Also no."

The little girl suspiciously asked: "Then why do you smell like fish?"

As the little girl mentioned this, Du Qingyue and the others also came forward.

Indeed, there was a distinct fishy smell.

Facing the scrutinizing gaze from the group of girls, Xiao Feng smiled wryly: "Let's talk inside."

Once inside, Xiao Feng began recounting his experience at the Yuehu Reservoir.

Of course, the part about taking off his clothes certainly couldn't be told truthfully, and the part about grilling fish was left out, leaving only impressions of thrill and excitement.

"Big Brother Yanhuang, how did you know there was a bomb at the Yuehu Reservoir?" Lu Yao asked curiously.

Xiao Feng thought for a moment, deciding to continue concealment, "The Demon Suppression Action Team notified me, and I went to help. I didn't expect the bomb wouldn't get defused, and I ended up jumping into the water."

"Hehe." Du Qingyue suddenly laughed twice, the laughter sounding rather insincere.

Xiao Feng knew this was because of his fabricated story.

It's like a thief who, even if they reform, those who know their past will still subconsciously be wary.

After all, where there's a first time, there's likely a second.

And the same goes for lying.

But there was no choice; the truth couldn't be told.

"If you have time, you'd better go check things out at Xue Nuofu's place." Du Qingyue suddenly said.

"Huh?" Xiao Feng was puzzled, "Did something happen?"

"You'll understand once you've been there."

Xiao Feng glanced at the expressions of the little girl and the others, finding each of them quite different.

This only added to his confusion, wondering what could've happened in less than a day away?

With doubts in his mind, Xiao Feng went to the villa where Xue Nuofu and the others were staying.

As soon as he entered, he was surrounded by everyone, who began complaining about Lu Lishuang's antics.

Hui Yi spoke up first: "Brother Feng, we can't let this witch stay here any longer!

I got up this morning to brush my teeth, but toothpaste came out of the tube. When I realized something was wrong, it almost made me vomit up last night's dinner."

"That's nothing!" Hui Shiqi, leaning on a single crutch, grumbled through gritted teeth: "Senior Brother, do you have it worse than me?"

Only then did Xiao Feng notice the crutch under Hui Shiqi's armpit, surprised: "What happened to you?"

Hui Shiqi replied with a face as dark as coal: "I wasn't paying attention while putting on my shoes in the morning, and there was a nail inside, point facing upward, went right into my foot."

All at once, everyone started talking over each other, telling of their own misfortunes.

By the end of it, quite a few people were talking through tears.

This 'competition of misery' was a scene Xiao Feng had already experienced on the night he first met Ma Yuliang.

But going through it again, there still was a mix of emotions.

Why, despite how pitiful everyone's tales were, did it not evoke sympathy?

Reflecting, Xiao Feng thought the main reason was not on him, but rather the way his subordinates had an issue with their storytelling.

Making misery sound like jokes—can that create empathy?

However, with a big battle approaching, Lu Lishuang couldn't be allowed to wreak havoc like this anymore.

Xiao Feng raised his hand to silence everyone, his gaze falling on the only one who hadn't spoken, Aspergillus oryzae: "Old Kai, didn't you run into anything?"