The Creatures That We Are

Chapter 952: What Kind of Hungry

Chapter 952: What Kind of Hungry

“Chen Ying’s Sensory can’t stay active forever. She needs rest. Have Quiet Book include that into the substitute to make it as believable as possible. The Ocean River Union will find a way if they want to strike. Don’t underestimate them.”

“Alright,” War Tiger answered.

Gao Yang continued, “Our people will hide in waiting two kilometers away. We must not allow the enemies to detect us. Once they bite the bait, we reel them in immediately.”

“If Qilin doesn’t come on his own, that is. If he makes a personal appearance, hold position and alert me immediately. I can reach here from the Spectres' Mansion in under two minutes with Fly. My larger Absolute Barrier will envelop Dr. Jia's smaller one and extract him. Even at full strength, Qilin won't be able to touch us."

"Sounds good in theory." War Tiger weighed the plan. "But together, couldn't we take Qilin?"

"No." Gao Yang's voice hardened. “If Qilin moves personally, it must mean he has a trump card more powerful than what he had that night at the Qingyang Bridge. Then our chance of winning will be less than forty percent even if we go all in.”

Then even if they won, it would come with a great price and most likely great casualties. Gao Yang didn’t think it was the time to go that far yet.

"I want to wait for Zhang Wei's Confidence to reach level 4 before our final confrontation with Qilin. Something tells me he'll be our winning card."

"Your call," War Tiger conceded.

"If anyone else comes, capture them immediately." Gao Yang paused meaningfully. "Alive if possible. A living captive always outweighs a corpse."

"Agreed." War Tiger's eyes narrowed. "Hold on—if Qilin doesn't come himself, doesn't that mean he's not ready for all-out war?"

"Exactly." A faint smile crossed Gao Yang's face. "That's another layer to this plan. Qilin wants to know what Dr. Jia's discovering about the Mist. I want to gauge Qilin's current strength. We're both testing the waters."

War Tiger burst into laughter. "You, Dragon, and Qilin—you all are playing 5D chess."

...

Afterwards, Gao Yang returned to the Spectres’ Mansion.

It was evening. A white badminton net stretched across the front yard, where Wang Zikai and Fresh Snow darted about in their sportswear.

"How did you know I was the real one?" he asked, surprised.

"I just know!" Fresh Snow lifted her chin proudly. Silly Gao Yang. Finding the real him was as natural as breathing to her.

"Fresh Snow, Wang Zikai won't be here to play with you later. I'll keep you company instead."

"Really? That's amazing!" Her face lit up.

Gao Yang chuckled. "Don't let him hear that, or he'll be heartbroken."

"It'll be our secret." Fresh Snow's eyes twinkled with mischief. "I like Stupid Kai fine, but having you instead... W!"

Gao Yang snorted. "You've been spending time online, haven't you?"

"I'm hungry, Gao Yang," Fresh Snow announced suddenly.

Gao Yang paused. “What kind of hungry?”

Fresh Snow jumped and waved her hands frantically, “Oh, no, I’m not feeding on you! I’m talking about dinner!”

"Don't force yourself if you need to feed," Gao Yang said softly. "I can handle it."

"I'm not hungry like that at all!" Fresh Snow insisted.

Activate Lie Detection.

The target didn’t lie, and she was benevolent.

Finally relaxing, Gao Yang patted her head.

"Let's go have dinner."