Alien Species Invasion? I Kill Them Back.

Chapter 135: Chapter 133: Meeting

Feng Ling thought she had been subtle, but the change in Li Qing’s expression was too obvious. She couldn’t help but ask, "You can see my mark?"

Li Qing, his face grim, slowly nodded.

’Not only can I see it, it’s glaringly obvious! There’s a giant red skull in the top-left corner of my vision!’

Feng Ling picked up her chopsticks again and plucked up a pearl meatball. "Don’t worry, it’s just a little mark. It won’t stop you from running away."

Then she glanced at Li Qing. "Besides, you’ve blocked me before. This mark is a necessary measure to make sure I can always find you."

Li Qing: "..."

Huangfu Miaomiao nodded from the side. "That’s right! A necessary measure!"

Li Qing stood rooted to the spot, watching her feast. Clearly, she had no intention of removing the mark.

He gave up, sighing softly. "So, can I go now?"

"No hurry. Let’s talk about the Maze," Feng Ling said as she ate. "I’ll probably be asked to speak at the meeting tonight, and there are a few things I haven’t figured out. I need to ask you."

Li Qing sat down with a sense of resignation. "...Fine. Ask away."

...

...

The meeting, originally scheduled for 7 p.m., was postponed to 8 p.m.

Apparently, a large number of news media vehicles had shown up near the Yuquan Branch, causing traffic congestion that delayed the officials on their way over.

It took some time to clear the traffic, but that also gave Feng Ling and Pei Xianjue more time to rest.

Before the meeting, Feng Ling, Pei Xianjue, and Baozi were waiting in the lounge area.

The lounge had a circle of plush sofas, and a serving tray on the coffee table held snacks and candy.

With nothing better to do, Feng Ling picked through the pile of candy, pocketing one preserved plum candy after another.

Seeing this, Pei Xianjue asked with a smile, "Are you worried you’ll be nervous during the meeting? Don’t be. I’ll be there with you."

After pocketing about ten candies, Feng Ling glanced at Pei Xianjue. "I’m afraid I’ll get drowsy during the meeting."

"Ah..." Pei Xianjue offered a polite smile. "True. Some meetings can make one quite drowsy."

Baozi asked curiously, "Ms. Ling, what did you do for work before? Did your company have a lot of meetings?"

Feng Ling unwrapped a plum candy for herself and popped it into her mouth. "I was a sparring partner at a fighting club. We had meetings two or three times a week, on average. The boss was afraid we’d fall asleep, so he made us have them standing up."

Pei Xianjue immediately jumped in with a compliment. "No wonder your skills are so good! You must have honed them as a sparring partner, right?"

Feng Ling let out a laugh and nodded. "...I guess you could say that."

"What’s that laugh for?" Pei Xianjue was a little miffed. "Did I say something wrong?"

Baozi whispered to Pei Xianjue, "Miss, a sparring partner’s job is mainly to get beaten up."

Pei Xianjue’s eyes widened at his words.

She then recalled her own time in special training to become an Inspector—

Back then, her limbs had been stiff, and she’d had no combat sense. The instructor would guide her, letting her attack him. She would get frustrated and angry when she couldn’t land a hit, and feel incredibly proud when she did. Looking back now, it seemed she’d never once considered whether her opponent was in pain or might get hurt.

’I can’t believe Feng Ling worked as a sparring partner. She’s so strong, how could she...’

A mix of complex emotions welled up in Pei Xianjue.

She looked at Feng Ling with sympathy and said, "It must have been very difficult, right?"

Feng Ling nodded, her expression serious. "It was. When I first started, the female students were too shy to hit me, afraid they’d hurt me. The male students wouldn’t hit me either, thinking there was no honor in hitting a woman. I warmed the bench for a week without earning a single cent. So I got in the ring and beat every single person in the club to the ground. After that, they were finally willing to hit me."

Pei Xianjue was speechless for a moment. ’That’s not the kind of difficulty I meant...’

The topic seemed to resonate with Feng Ling, who was more talkative than usual. "Being a sparring partner really is tough," she continued. "You have to let the client feel like they’re having a good fight, but you also have to control the pace to avoid getting hurt yourself. And you can’t just take hits all the time, or the client gets bored. You need to dodge skillfully to stir up their emotions. Once they’re all fired up and impatient, you pretend to accidentally leave an opening for them to land a blow. Basically... you have to go easy on them, but you can’t let them realize you’re going easy. It’s very difficult."

Pei Xianjue’s eye twitched. "...That does sound difficult. Why didn’t you ever think of changing jobs?"

Feng Ling shrugged. "I didn’t know what else to do. The employment rate is so low right now, it’s not easy to find a job."

Baozi said, "With your skills, Ms. Ling, finding a job as a bodyguard would be no problem at all."

Feng Ling immediately shook her head, her tone full of disdain. "Being a bodyguard means you have to be available to your employer 24/7, right? As a sparring partner, I charged by the hour. I only went in a few times a week, for a few hours each time. The rest of the time was my own to do whatever I wanted. Way more comfortable than being a bodyguard."

Baozi: "..."

He didn’t know how to respond to that.

As the three of them were chatting in the lounge, a few servers passed by carrying trays of tea and entered the conference room ahead, apparently to set it up.

"It should be starting soon. Shall we go in?" Pei Xianjue said, getting to her feet.

"Okay." Feng Ling stood up as well.

The three of them walked into the conference room. The space inside was vast, dominated by a ridiculously large conference table, the kind that could seat fifty or sixty people.

The servers were placing name cards on the table. At each seat was a cup of tea and a set of meeting documents.

Feng Ling, Pei Xianjue, and Baozi’s seats were next to each other.

Feng Ling found her seat, sat down, and glanced at the meeting documents.

1. Receive a situation report from Deputy Captain Pei of the Yuquan Branch regarding the Sanqing Mountain Maze.

2. Discuss policies for local public order and stability after the Sanqing Mountain Maze is breached.

3. Widely solicit opinions on potential security risks posed by the Maze and their corresponding solutions.

4. All departments to strengthen cooperation in response to...

Feng Ling: "..."

’Nope, I’m already getting sleepy.’

She sighed to herself. ’The state was wise to divide Inspectors into combat and collaborative types.’

Feng Ling was skimming the document, about to ignore all the jargon that refused to sink in, when she suddenly saw the word "Hunter."

She paused, then looked again.

It was the last item on the meeting agenda: a discussion on the economic impact of Hunter universalization.

"Hunter universalization?" Feng Ling turned to Pei Xianjue. "Is that the same thing as the Hunter Alliance project?"

Pei Xianjue frowned slightly and replied with some hesitation, "I thought this project wouldn’t be proposed until the second half of the year at the earliest..."

She glanced at the servers still arranging tea in the conference room, then lowered her voice to speak to Feng Ling. "The Hunter Alliance project currently only has one hundred Hunters. If these one hundred people can serve as a good example in the fight against the Alien Species and have a positive impact on society, then the project will be expanded. It will go from one hundred Hunters to a thousand, ten thousand, a hundred thousand... In other words, Hunter universalization."

After explaining, Pei Xianjue pursed her lips slightly. Her tone turned serious as she asked Feng Ling, "What do you think about this?"

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