Trafford's Trading Club

677: Chapter 90: Forever Alone Zhuifeng (Fog) 677: Chapter 90: Forever Alone Zhuifeng (Fog) This time, Liu Zixing wasn’t treated badly by Brother Panther.

Isn’t that right?

Compared to last time, trapped in a terrifying room like the dog cage surrounded by countless vicious dogs, now he was just sitting in the back seat of a van between two big men, despite still feeling somewhat restrained, it’s much better.

Even the bald man sitting in the front gave him a bottle of water to drink.

It wasn’t until nearly four o’clock in the morning that the bald man in front received a phone call, hurriedly nodded, and then looked at Liu Zixing, saying, “The boss said, you can leave now!”

Liu Zixing was stunned.

Brother Panther protected him and let him stay for a while before letting him go—was it because of that unknown woman he brought out from the gambling hall?

After saving him, these people specifically asked about the woman, and it all seemed abnormal…

Even the initial lack of harassment from Brother Panther was probably related to that seemingly ordinary woman.

Thinking about it this way, from the moment he chose that woman to draw the card for him, he had already sown the seeds of good fortune for a peaceful night…

Everything happens for a reason, as if by heavenly will.

Was it merely due to luck?

Liu Zixing couldn’t figure this out.

The luck he had for a day must have disappeared by now, his head was fuzzy, groggy, extremely exhausted, unlike a few hours ago when he was full of energy, glowing red with luck, as if guided by divine assistance.

Though the bald man had said he could leave, the two men beside him remained motionless, words differed from actions…

Liu Zixing, having experienced many things, had some clarity in his heart, so he simply said, “You’ve worked hard tonight, brothers.

Each of you take half a million as a tip.”

Liu Zixing previously wouldn’t care about such small money, and now he certainly cares even less.

As the saying goes, small dogs are hard to deal with, which refers to these subordinates.

He took out his phone, with its functions now so comprehensive—he gave each man in the car half a million as a ‘red envelope’, making them smile and willingly escort him out of the car, even asking where he wanted to go and offering to take him there.

Liu Zixing thought, since he’s still in the territory of this new development zone, and not knowing the origin of those riders who caught him later, staying nearby might not be safe.

It’s better to take advantage of this unclear relationship with Brother Panther to hitch a ride.

So he had the men take him back to the city, whereupon he alighted from the car and disappeared into the nearby street.

Sometime later, Liu Zixing found a rundown hotel to stay in.

Now extremely tired and hungry, he casually asked for instant noodles and a bottle of water at the front desk before heading upstairs alone.

The good thing about such small hotels is…

you can easily stay without too many procedures.

The small room contained only a simple white single bed, and there were a few small cards on the floor just inside the door.

The disinfectant smell was a bit overwhelming, the lights were dim and evidently hadn’t been changed in a long time.

Liu Zixing, who grew up with luxury, found the strong flavor of ordinary instant noodles to actually make him ravenous, quickly finishing them and even drinking the soup.

Seeing some noodle remnants sticking to the bowl, Liu Zixing wasn’t about to waste them, scrapping them up with a fork and chewing them slowly.

This delicate tasting, as if surpassing exquisite delicacies.

Liu Zixing suddenly put everything down, covering his eyes with his hands, a feeling of loneliness washed over, recalling the night in the Liu family mansion when he ended his father’s life with his own hands, unknowingly breaking into tears.

…

…

For most demons who use the moonlight for cultivation, midnight is the optimal time, and if diligent, they might utilize it until the moon finally fades in the west.

On the rooftop of a building, Zhuifeng, having learned new techniques under Zi Xing’s guidance, elevated his demonic power by nearly ten percent in just a few days.

This slight increase in power is certainly incomparable to the peak strength that once rivaled the true dragon of China, but Zhuifeng knows he has no connection with the evil wolf anymore, and the mysterious power from his paternal side has since been dormant, returning him to his original state, no different from ordinary little monsters.

Thus, seeing his demon power grow quickly now, naturally brought joy to his heart…

Zhuifeng slowly opened his eyes, ending the night’s cultivation.

Though there was still an hour or so before the moonlight faded, he already felt his body swelling, knowing he absorbed too much moonlight in the past few days without fully refining it into demon power.

Continuing would be counterproductive, so he had to stop.

But Zi Xing was still absorbing the moonlight.

The moonlight, like silver streams, flowed from all directions toward Zi Xing, with effects several times better than Zhuifeng’s.

After two days of recuperation and internal adjustments during cultivation, Zi Xing’s complexion had returned to being rosy and during the day she could walk normally.

Recovering so fast…

perhaps she will leave soon?

In this city, there are some wolf-like monsters, but until now, only Zi Xing, who appeared to be about his age and was a rare female, stood out.

Even more, Zi Xing held a peculiar attraction for him, causing Zhuifeng to instinctively develop feelings of admiration.

Yet, he had never had such experiences and didn’t know how to handle it, thinking that he and Zi Xing were just ships passing in the night and might soon part ways, becoming restless with mixed emotions, unable to speak like something stuck in his throat.

By this time, Zi Xing also nearly completed a night of absorption, her consciousness had long been clear, naturally sensing the attention directed towards her.

She felt a slight chill in her heart, realizing that her current appearance was just due to severe injuries causing her powers to regress and shrink to this state.

She easily understood the meaning behind the gaze upon her.

In the Greedy Wolf Tribe, many are like this, with some outstanding warriors she never took to heart, even less so a small Wind-Chasing Wolf…

who hasn’t even matured yet.

In her view, Zhuifeng was probably just a child, with a youthful heart naturally drawn to the opposite sex.

She didn’t plan to stay longer, having taught Zhuifeng a high-level technique suited for the Wolf Clan, as a form of repayment.

How far this little Wind-Chasing Wolf can grow depends on his own opportunities.

However, Zhuifeng seemed to have good comprehension, already thoroughly familiar with the technique in just two days, which surprised her —though she was merely surprised, taking it as an extremely rare individual case without serious consideration.

The demon clan is vast, with many tribes now declining, but there would still be the occasional individual whose natural talent is exceptional, suggesting potential to reach the level of a huge powerful monster.

Most, however, just aim for that as the pinnacle of their lives without realizing there are higher levels beyond.

Like the true dragon of China, representing that higher tier—those with impure bloodlines but good innate talents aim to become huge powerful monsters at most, as there’s no climbing higher…

an unbreakable shackle of bloodlines set before the demon clan.

Zi Xing didn’t know why she thought so much at this moment, merely attributing Zhuifeng’s extraordinary talent as the reason for her unexpected interest.

She exhaled slightly, ultimately opening her eyes.

Zhuifeng hurriedly averted his glance, as if afraid of being seen.

Zi Xing felt amused, unaware that he was the Young Master of the most prestigious Greedy Wolf Tribe among the Wolf Clan, feeling naturally more at ease with him than with the accomplished young talents in her tribe.

It had been a long time since she felt this relaxed, involuntarily smiling slightly, “Is there something on my face?

Why do you keep looking?”

“Um…

you haven’t washed your face in days, it’s actually a bit dirty,” Zhuifeng said to Zi Xing, instinctively coming up with these words.

How should I talk to her…

What can I do, I’m also desperate here.

Oh no, she must dislike me now…

Unexpectedly, Zi Xing was startled at first, then giggled, mesmerizing Zhuifeng again, who instinctively suggested, “Zi Xing, tonight is Christmas Eve, do you want to go out for a stroll with me…”