Nightmare Apostle

Seeing the coal ash, Yang Xiao inexplicably shivered, and a few seconds later, a scene suddenly flashed in his mind — the script box he received contained black ashes.

The corridor was narrow and crowded, probably less than two meters wide. Normally it’s fine, but if someone is cooking by the stove, the rest can only squeeze sideways to pass.

Yet the people here were surprisingly friendly; knowing that Yang Xiao and the other person were new, everyone took the initiative to greet them and let them pass.

During the walk, a big brother in a white tank top inexplicably stuffed two white buns into Yang Xiao’s pocket, which made Yang Xiao and the other feel overwhelmed and they kept thanking him along the way.

Yang Xiao actually has some social anxiety. He controlled it with great effort at the Patrol Defense Office, and in such a scene just now, it nearly provoked his social anxiety, but he barely managed to escape into his room.

After closing the door, Yang Xiao finally sighed in relief, while Chen Qiaoyun, who entered the room before him, acted very professionally; she turned on the light first and then began to check the room.

In fact, there wasn’t much to check because the entire room was at most 20 square meters, just a square box space without even a kitchen, let alone a bathroom.

On the dark and damp concrete floor, there was a bed, a table, two chairs, and a wooden cabinet standing against the wall. That was all their furniture.

Yang Xiao glanced at the floor; such a floor was not meant for sleeping, and since there was no sofa here, the only place to sleep was the bed.

"Come, give me a hand, let’s make the bed first. We’ll both sleep on it tonight, you don’t have a problem with that, do you?" Chen Qiaoyun looked at him and asked.

"Of course not, as long as you don’t mind." Yang Xiao increasingly admired Chen Qiaoyun, recognizing her as someone who understands priorities, a good future teammate.

The two quickly tidied up the room and settled all their luggage. As for cooking, they wouldn’t bother, as it took too much time. They had meal tickets.

You can use meal tickets to get food from the cafeteria, while some resourceful old employees and their spouses preferred to cook themselves to save the extra meal tickets. They would accumulate them and exchange them for scarce items at the end of the month or year, like using cloth tickets to make a new outfit for the wife or taking the family to a movie.

Outdoor movies at the factory were a worker’s benefit, but to see a real good movie at the Cultural Palace Hall, especially with family and kids, you had to buy tickets with real money out of your own pocket. Many people were unwilling to spend it.

After tidying up the room, the two sat down to rest. Chen Qiaoyun sat on the bed, Yang Xiao on a chair by the table, both a bit tired.

"Thank you for today." Yang Xiao sincerely thanked her, "But I’m curious, why are you willing to trust a stranger? Is it...do I somehow feel different from others?"

"You’re from the Patrol Defense Office, you didn’t lie. I didn’t expect to meet you here, the Patrol Specialist of Jiangbei Province, Yang Xiao." Chen Qiaoyun said as she looked at him.

"You know me?" Yang Xiao was surprised. He had no impression of this woman and certainly didn’t know her.

"Don’t be nervous, I’m also from Jiangbei Province. For someone with a bit of background among Angels in Jiangbei, not many don’t recognize Mr. Yang." Chen Qiaoyun replied.

"Who are you, from which faction?" Yang Xiao’s eyes grew wary, "You’re not from the Patrol Defense Office; I’ve never seen you. Are you from the Chamber of Commerce or the United Federation?"

"Chamber of Commerce." The woman replied, "Your reputation is well-known in Qinglan City. Everyone talks about you. I’m really lucky to meet you this time; I know you’re formidable, so I’m willing to trust you for this cooperation."

"What are they all saying about me?" Yang Xiao probed, curious to know how he was seen by other factions.

"They say you’re formidable, intelligent, resourceful, a rare talent. The officers in our Chamber of Commerce often cite you as an example, saying we should learn from Mr. Yang in handling affairs."

"Learn what?" Yang Xiao squinted his eyes, feeling quite satisfied with his vanity.

Chen Qiaoyun paused, seeming to recall something, then interrupted, "Let’s stop this talk for now; we should focus on business and go eat at the cafeteria first."

"Don’t leave it half-said, what do they say to learn from me?" Yang Xiao got anxious, stood up to stop her, "Just...don’t have reservations, I always welcome critique, it’s well-known internally in our Patrol Defense Office."

"They say to learn from your ruthless tactics. There’s a rumor that the reason Han Li from the Northern Han Family died was that during the banquet, he rotated the table when you were picking dishes, so you bore a grudge."

"Who the hell is smearing my reputation?" Yang Xiao was furious. He had always persuaded with virtue, and Han Li’s death had nothing to do with him. It was his uncle Han Yu who secretly did the deed.

Of course, regarding this insider information, he wouldn’t reveal it as he currently didn’t plan to silence anyone.

"But the Withered Bone Pavilion incident is true, right? You led a team to Huai Shuo Province and wiped out their stronghold, catching quite a few big fish, I hear." Chen Qiaoyun lowered her voice.

Upon hearing this, Yang Xiao’s gaze turned subtle, scrutinizing Chen Qiaoyun, making her feel a chill in her heart.

"Miss Chen, knowing such level of intelligence suggests you hold a significant position in the Chamber of Commerce, and you’re well-acquainted with the situation in Qinglan City, aren’t you? A cadre of the Jiangbei Provincial Chamber of Commerce, perhaps?"

Yang Xiao said with a subtle smile, "Give me some face, Miss Chen, introduce yourself. We’re all operating in Jiangbei’s territory, and maybe we can become good friends in the future, don’t you think?"

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