The Master's Mask Unveiled Again-Chapter 1008 - 1007: The Person You Beat into Disability, the Name You Bestowed

Chapter 1008: Chapter 1007: The Person You Beat into Disability, the Name You Bestowed

Such a nonchalant tone, so calm and collected, yet it left the four of them dumbfounded.

Only then did they realize that when Lu Mian drank, not only did she black out, but she could also create her own imaginative narratives.

But there was nothing they could do. If it made her feel less sad, they were willing to remain silent forever.

From the exchange between the two, Xiao Qimo had already pieced together most of the truth, rubbing his temples in exhaustion as he forced himself to digest the information.

But before he could calm down, Sikong Jian suddenly chimed in smugly, "That girl may have forgotten everything, but strangely enough, she still remembers I told her to quit smoking. That, at least, is comforting."

This was absolutely a flex, an unreserved flex.

Xiao Qimo finally made the connection. That little rascal had indeed mentioned once that she had promised someone to quit smoking.

So it turned out that someone was Sikong Jian.

Unable to help himself, he started filling in the blanks of the story he didn’t know about, only to suddenly remember he was now Lu Mian’s fiancé. He smiled at the two rivals before him and said confidently, "Thank you both for taking care of Mianmian. When Mianmian and I hold our wedding, you’re both invited to the grand celebration."

Damn.

Damn.

Sikong Jian and Yuren cursed simultaneously in their hearts.

——

After confirming she was indeed the head of the Mercenary Alliance, Lu Mian and Mo Fan returned to the small plaza in front of the main building.

Mo Fan staggered weakly behind Lu Mian, wondering for the umpteenth time how he would swallow those two stone lion statues.

Initially, all he wanted to do was bluff Du Xiaofu, but he hadn’t expected Miss Lu to have such skills, managing to make it all fit together perfectly.

He had even boasted about wanting to kill the alliance leader in front of Miss Lu.

He could only pray that Miss Lu’s memory wasn’t so sharp and that she had forgotten all the nonsense he had spouted before.

As Lu Mian walked ahead, she seemed to sense Mo Fan’s heated gaze and suddenly stopped. She turned around, stroked her chin, and asked, "Mo Fan, you’re from the Chixia Sect, and I’m the leader of the Mercenary Alliance. Do you still want to kill me now?"

"..."

Mo Fan nearly fell to his knees before Lu Mian. No way, no way, even if he wanted to kill himself, he wouldn’t dare touch a hair on the boss’s head!

"I was wrong, Miss Lu. What’s the Chixia Sect compared to you? You are my true boss, no, my dear father!"

Lu Mian curled her lips into a smirk, chuckling, "Alright, I’ll teach you a few moves in the future."

"Deal!"

Lu Mian returned to where Du Xiaofu and the others were, her gaze landing on the group of pitifully hopeful individuals staring eagerly at her. Lu Mian couldn’t help but feel like she had been too cold and harsh.

It felt almost accidental.

The mission given by the commander of Squad One this time was barely any effort for her, and she still completed it with ease. It seemed even the heavens had a sense of justice—certain people trying to make things difficult for her hadn’t seen it coming.

Since Lu Mian still had to participate in military training, she couldn’t really follow Du Xiaofu back to headquarters. Instead, she instructed the twenty or so mercenaries to manage the alliance carefully and to contact her by phone if anything came up.

With Lu Mian’s assurances, Du Xiaofu and the others were finally willing to leave, and joy quickly spread throughout the Mercenary Alliance.

Before they left, Lu Mian called Du Xiaofu back and asked a question that had been bothering her for a while: "Your antique-sounding name—did I give that to you?"

Du Xiaofu nodded enthusiastically, his face lighting up with honor, "Boss, you came up with a whole bunch of names back then. Only members who rose to management positions got to draw one. I feel incredibly lucky—I love this name so much!"

Lu Mian’s mouth twitched. She hadn’t realized she’d done something so pointless before.

"Fine, as long as you like it."

A nearly two-meter-tall burly man like Du Xiaofu grinned foolishly, looking like a big, happy child. He added excitedly, "Not only did you give me this name, but you also taught all of us Z Country’s language. You told us it’s called literature and even taught us a ton of ancient poetry."

This time, Mo Fan finally understood. So Miss Lu had spent fifteen days at their headquarters conducting a literature course.

Impressive.

Du Xiaofu’s tone suddenly took on a regretful note, "But I wasn’t fortunate enough to sit in on one of your lessons. These were things the injured veterans told me later. They even recorded audio for us to study within the alliance."

"..."

Lu Mian immediately raised a hand, not wanting to hear another word about the silly things she had done before.

But then Du Xiaofu seemed to remember something, asking, "Boss, about the living allowances for those retired and injured members—you’ll need to sign off on the approval."

Lu Mian rubbed her temples with her fingers, tired: "Don’t tell me I was the one who injured them." frёewebnoѵēl.com

Du Xiaofu chuckled sheepishly, his tone entirely reasonable: "Of course! Otherwise, how else would you have become the alliance leader?"

Lu Mian: ...

Don’t talk to me. I need a moment of silence.

Lu Mian was a person who fiercely defended her own. Now that the Mercenary Alliance carried her name, it was her responsibility to protect these people. Regardless of past grudges, she couldn’t bear to see the veteran members living such miserable lives.

"I’ll take care of it. Continue issuing the living allowances as usual. Make me a list of the injured members, and I’ll send over a batch of medicine for their treatment soon."

Du Xiaofu gave a firm salute: "Understood!"

With that, the matter of the Mercenary Alliance leader was successfully settled. Du Xiaofu led over twenty mercenaries down the mountain, practically skipping with joy.

After seeing them off, Lu Mian sat on the steps, exhausted.

She pulled out her phone, opened IEG’s internal app, and submitted her mission progress directly.

In just two days, she had completely resolved the conflict between the Chixia Sect and the Mercenary Alliance, and she had done so at its very root. With results like these, even the commander of Squad One would have nothing to say.

Indeed, Xiao Qimo had nothing to say. After glancing at Squad Two’s mission report, he closed his phone.

The Squad Three commander glanced at Squad Two’s progress report and sent Lu Mian a private message, [Squad Two, you’re incredible! I heard you really got lucky on this one—your fortune must be on par with boss-level luck.]

[What do you want?] Lu Mian responded coolly.

The Squad Three commander immediately straightened up: [Just a small favor... Squad Two, didn’t you once investigate Lu Mian? Do you have any way to ask her to compose a piece of music for me? You know, Lu Mian is Mi Lu, and her compositions are worth a fortune!]

Lu Mian stared at her phone, tempted to tell him it was no big deal and she could compose as many as he wanted.

But the Squad Three commander was too slick for her to just agree easily.

Lu Mian’s fingers moved rapidly across the keyboard, and she sent back: [I can help you get a composition, but in exchange, I need you to find out how many people currently support Squad One and what the Squad One commander’s private opinions of me are.]