Max Level Return—I'll Protect That Fragile One

The plane landed from high altitude, and Ying Jing led them straight down to the ground floor from the middle of the terminal building using the elevator.

Standing outside, Ying Huai looked up at the aviation station overhead, only to feel that the aviation station was enormous beyond belief, blotting out the sky and making it difficult for people to breathe.

Ying Jing told them, ”It’s quite late now, the headquarters office is closed, so I’ll take you to the hotel to rest for the night. Tomorrow morning at seven-thirty, have breakfast on time, and after breakfast, I’ll take you to report to the headquarters.”

”Okay.”

The Central Yu Continent is the largest among the three continents in the Divine Martial Realm, and the Central Yu Alliance is controlled by the four major super families. The Ying Clan, descendants of the Medicine King Tower, controls the entire central and southern regions of the Central Yu Alliance.

Medicine King City, as the oldest capital in the central and southern regions of the Central Yu Continent, has such a large city area that it rivals three Capital Cities.

Land resources in Medicine King City are extremely scarce and worth a fortune.

Ying Jing placed Xu Xingguang and her companions in a chain hotel, a small hotel on the fifth floor of a building. Each room was small, fitting only a 1.2-meter wide single bed and a tiny washroom.

Due to the small size, the toilet and shower were not separated, but the room’s environment was considered clean. Although there were no windows, the air was still fresh.

Ying Jing left after escorting them to their rooms.

Ying Huai took a tour of his room and then went to Xu Xingguang’s room, the young man’s refined and handsome face full of resentment, ”This room is too small, even the servant’s room in my house is more than twice this size.”

The distance between the foot of the bed and the wall was barely enough to fit one Ying Huai.

Ying Zhongmei could only stand at the toilet door, not speaking, but her expression was equally unpleasant.

Ying Jing was just a minor envoy, yet dared to treat them with such disdain. Ying Zhongmei could already envision how difficult their future life in the Ying Family would be.

Xu Xingguang sat on the bed, surveying the small bedroom, and said, ”As long as there’s a place to stay, it’s fine.”

”Sister Xingguang.” Ying Huai pursed his lips, feeling a bit pained for Xu Xingguang, ”You are the lady captain of the Huo Family, you’ve never endured such disdain.”

Xu Xingguang smiled faintly, ”Perhaps worse is yet to come. Alright, let’s just go to sleep.”

Xu Xingguang was very laid-back, paying no mind to the poor living conditions.

She had seen through it, that Ying Jing was just a poor wretch, completely lacking the money to find them a better hotel. Even finding them a hotel to avoid ending up on the streets was challenging for her.

Ying Huai hesitated to speak, but upon thinking about their arrival in this unfamiliar world, where even if they suffered endless abuse, no one would stand up for them, the young man could only clench his fists, his eyes reddening as he returned.

Ying Zhongmei worriedly said, ”Will this child be able to endure it?”

Xu Xingguang lay on the bed expressionlessly, ”Either endure it or die, he must choose for himself.”

Those words were harsh, but true.

Ying Zhongmei bit her lip and returned to her room.

Xu Xingguang lay on the bed, but her mind was pondering the whereabouts of Huo Wen’an and his group of three, not knowing whether they had landed safely, and if so, how they would muddle through.

Xu Xingguang fell asleep in a daze.

After a long and exhausting journey, Xu Xingguang had a deep sleep, waking up only at seven-thirty. Ying Jing had already arrived at the hotel to bring them a set of clean clothes.

The clothes had a uniform style, with the girls’ tops being a light blue stand-collar ruffled blouse, paired with black lace-up Mamian skirts, with embroidered lily-of-the-valley around the hems.

For Ying Huai, a light blue round-neck long-sleeved shirt and black cuffed loose trousers were prepared.

On the way to the hotel last night, they all noticed that most people in Medicine King City dressed in a similar fashion.

However, the styles worn by pedestrians on the street were much more refined and appropriate than theirs, which looked mass-produced at a glance.

Ying Huai had never worn clothes of this style and felt awkward throughout, his young face scrunched up, saying nothing.

Ying Jing handed them a packet of something resembling jelly snacks, saying, ”This is your breakfast nutrient, eat it, and we’ll set off.”

Breakfast nutrient?

Ying Huai’s face turned ashen, he asked in a low voice, ”Isn’t there breakfast?”

Ying Jing felt baffled, ”This is breakfast.”

”I meant like the breakfast from our hometown,” Ying Huai rattled off several names in one breath, ”like soup dumplings, wontons, noodles, sourdough bread...”

Ying Jing interrupted him coldly, ”We don’t eat those things. What you’re holding are nutrients configured according to the energy needs of the human body, eating this is better.”