Chapter Seventy-Seven: They Are Imitating Lulu, Laughing So Happily

The sunset was radiant and crimson, hanging high in the sky and painting the heavens with dazzling clouds.

...

"Top scorer! Top scorer!"

"The provincial top scorer is back!"

Du Fang led the still-chewing Luo Luo, and together with Chen Xi, walked out of the stadium.

In the distance, Su Jiuming swayed her hips, her laughter blooming like flowers as she called out loudly.

Si Nan, Zhao Lu, and the others were all grinning.

The little assistant’s face was flushed with excitement, her fists clenched, her eyes sparkling with enthusiasm.

"Brother Du is the top scorer!"

The little assistant glowed with pride, bouncing with joy.

She was utterly delighted.

She felt that her trust in Brother Du had been rewarded.

"Brother Du, everyone, for Brother Du, for the top scorer, let’s throw a celebration banquet!"

The little assistant, full of energy, declared, "Let’s go to my family’s hotel. I’ll have them clear out the best private room!"

Was it worth holding a celebration for Du Fang becoming the provincial top scorer?

In the little assistant’s eyes, it was absolutely necessary—a grand celebration.

This was Brother Du’s honor, and so, naturally, her own honor as his assistant.

Even though, in Su Xiaoyu’s mind, Brother Du’s provincial top scorer was pretty much a sure thing.

Still, now that it was official, the little assistant was overjoyed.

Zhang Changlin, sitting in his wheelchair with a cigarette between his lips, gave a light cough.

"We have to celebrate; this banquet must be held."

He spoke, thinking: after all, it wouldn’t cost him anything—he’d just lost half a million.

But the little assistant had made much more!

That lucky tycoon...

She had bet a hundred million on Du Fang, and Du Fang unexpectedly claimed the top spot...

Now, the bookmaker must be in tears, standing atop a toilet, contemplating the worst.

Du Fang hadn’t wanted to hold a banquet, as there was no prize money for being the provincial top scorer this time, and he couldn’t afford to treat everyone.

Yet, seeing everyone’s enthusiasm and the little assistant apparently footing the bill for all expenses, Du Fang considered and agreed to the celebration.

With Du Fang’s approval,

The little assistant was instantly elated, whipping out her walkie-talkie to begin organizing: she instructed the five-star hotel to prepare everything.

In the midst of this, the little assistant received a call.

"Hello? Who is this?"

Her head was held high.

"The bookmaker? Want to negotiate?"

"No time! Planning to renege? Not going to pay? Go try to fool my grandfather, okay? Who is my grandfather? I don’t know if you know him—just look for the richest old man in Jinling."

Bookmaker: "...Sorry to bother you."

The little assistant promptly hung up.

"Spent a bit of pocket money, and didn’t even use it all... Thanks to Brother Du, I’ve made a ton of extra spending money."

She rolled her eyes.

Everyone: "..."

Even Du Fang was astonished; he knew the little assistant was wealthy—a real heiress—but hadn’t expected her fortune to be so vast.

But her wealth didn’t concern Du Fang; it wasn’t his.

So Du Fang still worried about buying a house, and aimed for the million-dollar prize in the capital.

The group exited the stadium,

Night was falling,

The North Star gleamed overhead, and the crescent moon peeked out.

The little assistant called for several luxury cars, and everyone piled in, leaving the stadium,

Heading towards Jinling’s most luxurious hotel.

...

...

In a shadowy corner of the stadium,

A figure in a black jacket stepped out slowly,

Lifting his head: in the dim light, a sinister rat mask was revealed.

Beneath the mask, his pupils watched the departing cars, a glint flashing through them.

He raised his hand, pressed lightly on the wireless earpiece, and murmured, "The target has finished the rookie Dreamwalker Invitational and left the stadium."

"Excellent, proceed as planned."

"Plague Rat, you hold an abomination artifact; head to the target location... We are about to hunt a big fish."

A faint chuckle from Azure Dragon sounded through the earpiece,

A laugh that seemed to promise certainty.

The voice in the earpiece gradually faded.

Plague Rat watched the dust trailing the cars, his eyes behind the mask betraying no joy.

He turned to Jinling’s stadium,

The electronic banner was already broadcasting glory,

[Congratulations to Jinling’s Silver Squad “Wildfire” member Du Fang, for winning the provincial rookie Dreamwalker Invitational top scorer!]

"Provincial top scorer..."

Plague Rat exhaled,

He recalled the scene he had secretly witnessed inside the stadium,

Watching the dream demons kneeling and trembling, Plague Rat suddenly wondered...

This time,

Were they hunting fish, or...

Would the fish devour them?

"But, it should be fine... Divine Core, Celestial Demon, and Yellow Springs... three major organizations joining forces, unprecedented."

"Success seems likely; I only need to fulfill my task."

"Catching the fish is Azure Dragon’s concern."

Plague Rat laughed quietly beneath his mask.

He turned and left the stadium,

Heading toward the nearest hospital.

He arrived below the hospital,

Passing by patients,

Passing by doctors in white coats,

Plague Rat entered the hospital corridor, and with a quick turn, a white coat appeared on him,

He reached into the coat pocket and drew out a palm-sized Barbie doll.

The doll was exquisite, with golden hair, emerald eyes, dressed in a princess gown—so lifelike, so lively.

If you stared into her eyes,

It felt as if she was watching you.

Plague Rat was deeply wary,

"Abomination Artifact—091, Seven Dwarfs and Seven Princesses."

He exhaled; to hunt Du Fang and welcome the Fallen God...

Azure Dragon had truly spared no expense.

Even abomination artifacts were brought out, showing their determination to claim the Fallen God within Du Fang.

Of course, it was also Azure Dragon’s gesture of sincerity to the Celestial Demon organization’s Dragon King.

At the thought, Plague Rat couldn’t help but complain,

This Dragon King was far too cautious, always worried—where was the majesty befitting a Dragon King?

At the rooftop of the hospital,

Plague Rat carefully placed the Barbie doll on the ground.

"Dear princess, please awaken."

He gripped a dagger, sliced his palm, and fresh blood dripped down,

Splattering onto the doll,

The blood was absorbed at a speed visible to the eye.

Then...

The atmosphere throughout the entire hospital seemed to change,

"Giggle, giggle..."

"Giggle, giggle, giggle..."

Silver-bell laughter, crisp yet eerie, as if emerging from the abyss,

Echoed throughout the hospital,

In everyone’s ears.

...

...

Jun Yue Hotel.

Jinling’s most luxurious hotel.

Towering into the clouds—though not as tall as the Dreamwalker Tower, it was still impressive and awe-inspiring.

"Brother Du, we’re here!"

The little assistant personally stepped out to open the door for Du Fang.

"This is my family’s hotel. I’ve specially gathered top chefs for Brother Du, specializing in ginger duck, fish head tofu soup, and other delicacies."

She grinned, "Tonight, Brother Du will be satisfied!"

In the hotel’s lobby, two rows of attendants in uniform cheongsams stood neatly, smiling sweetly,

As Du Fang, Zhang Changlin and the others entered, they bowed and greeted them.

Zhang Changlin, cigarette dangling, stared straight ahead, feeling as if everywhere was legs.

The red-haired, edgy Si Nan was amazed, "Xiaoyu, this Jun Yue Hotel is actually your family’s business?"

Su Xiaoyu, the little assistant, nodded nonchalantly—it was merely one of their holdings...

Chen Xi was also shocked; Jun Yue Hotel was famous in Jinling.

Ordinary people didn’t dare step inside—

Mainly because it was unaffordable.

Si Nan was excited, "Jun Yue Hotel is part of the Thunder God Group, right? The CEO is Su Mu, same surname as Xiaoyu. With a background like yours, why work as a little assistant at the Dreamwalker Association?"

The little assistant pursed her lips,

Wasn’t it for the dream?

Becoming a Dreamwalker admired by thousands had always been Su Xiaoyu’s aspiration.

Dreams had nothing to do with money.

Si Nan grinned at Su Jiuming, "Sister Su, you also have the surname Su—are you perhaps an heiress of some great family?"

Su Jiuming swayed her hips in a pink suit, holding a white rose,

And gave Si Nan a dramatic eye-roll.

"I’d love to be an heiress, but there are plenty of Sus in this world. I’m just a humble sprout among them."

She spoke, and then burst into peals of laughter,

As if recalling something amusing.

Si Nan, on the contrary, couldn’t laugh; among the Wildfire squad, Su Jiuming seemed the most approachable, but was actually the most eccentric.

The little assistant glanced curiously at Su Jiuming; after all, they shared the surname Su—maybe... some distant kinship?

Not probing further,

The group, chatting and laughing, walked into the hotel, anticipating tonight’s banquet arranged by the little assistant.

Suddenly,

Du Fang, holding Luo Luo’s hand, stopped.

He looked at Luo Luo in confusion,

He sensed that Luo Luo had tugged at his hand.

"What’s wrong?"

He asked.

Luo Luo tilted her head, as if listening intently,

Her delicate, lovely face grew brighter as she listened, a sunny smile curling at her lips.

"Daddy, did you hear?"

"I think I heard my little playmates."

"They... are imitating Luo Luo, laughing so happily."

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