Chapter 1082: Chapter 33: I Just Wanted to Have Breakfast
The butter scent wafting from the grocery store triggered Yang Jian’s pleasant breakfast memories.
No choice, grew up on bread and milk.
If it were the smell of fried youtiao and pancake rolls, he might not even react.
After all, he was just flesh and blood, running around, staying up late, now exhausted physically and mentally.
So at this moment, he didn’t think much and turned to walk towards the opposite street.
It wasn’t until he reached the entrance that he suddenly realized, why is there a Western restaurant here?
This area doesn’t seem like the place where people eat Western food.
The smell of butter from the oven was wonderful, but the blind girl waiting at the door looked so strange, arousing inexplicable alertness in his heart.
But it was too late to be cautious now.
He turned to leave, only to find another blind girl dressed as a pastry chef had quietly appeared behind him.
Do girls in Tianmen walk silently?
Am I under some spell today?
If Wang Yunxiao were here, he would probably tell him sincerely, Tianmen is like this; outsiders are not used to it, but you’ll adapt.
However, at this moment, faced with blind girls slowly approaching from the dawn mist, Yang Jian felt only helplessness and despair.
Are you all insane? Did I provoke you?
Unfortunately, if being chased by a strange witch earlier was unwarranted misfortune, being blocked at the door while just wanting some breakfast was a consequence he brought upon himself.
Mu Yuming wasn’t without support, just that he always acted low-key, unknown to others.
His daughter isn’t something that can be borrowed casually.
Li Mumu’s fiancé, without exaggeration, could be considered one of the most experienced experts in Tianmen City for handling various bizarre entities.
Wang Yunxiao indeed failed to capture his whereabouts, but by analyzing his personality and behavioral patterns, made a forecast and specially called the grocery store before setting out.
Within this seemingly ordinary grocery store lurked Qianjin Church’s most elite stealth unit—the Silent Speakers.
Unless necessary, Wang Yunxiao wouldn’t want to use this secret unit he hardly understood.
But there was no choice; who told you to be so greedy, fixating on Boss Mu, insisting on stepping into this trap.
A chill rose behind him, Yang Jian secretly cried out, “Oh no,” as he was about to evade, a pair of icy little hands quietly rested on his shoulders.
Then pressed heavily down.
At that moment, Yang Jian felt his shoulder blades emitting a terrifying sound, almost about to fracture.
But next, it wasn’t “almost.”
Their speed was ghostly, giving him no reaction time, as they surrounded him from all sides.
Two girls held his arms on each side, nonchalantly stretched, dislocated his arms, and pinned them behind him.
Meanwhile, his legs were firmly locked, the blind girl in front pressed forward, her hands sliced into his ribs like blades, grabbing and breaking the bottom two ribs on the spot!
The pain of the fracture completely suppressed Yang Jian’s resistance, his third eye above only just opening, not yet seeing the world, when a pale finger mercilessly jabbed into it.
The savage eyeball was instantly pierced!
His mouth and nose were tightly covered, unable to utter a sound.
Three seconds.
In less than three seconds, under seamless cooperation, the Silent Speakers effortlessly captured Yang Jian.
The entire process flowed smoothly, everyone’s strength was perfectly utilized without any waste or leakage, not even a crack formed on the step beneath his feet from his struggles.
Two minutes later, the scene was cleaned impeccably, as if he had never been here before.
……
By the time Wang Yunxiao arrived, daylight had already broken.
No choice, there were no cell phones these days, message delivery was extremely inconvenient.
He was driven by the mindset of trying even if uncertain, turning around once, unexpectedly finding Yang Jian already captured.
A fierce dragon crossing the river, barely stirring some waves, not yet causing much commotion before being swallowed by the bottomless mire.
Tossing the tightly bound Yang Jian, limp like a pile of mud, onto the car, Wang Yunxiao turned, only to find the girls gathered together silently staring at him.
Though most were blind, their intended expression was still clear.
Seeking praise.
Wang Yunxiao was momentarily at a loss.
They’re all older sisters than him, can’t really pat their heads like second grader bean sprouts and call them good girls, can he?
Kiss each one? A bit presumptuous, Li Mumu might get jealous.
“Thanks for all your help. If it weren’t for you, we wouldn’t have caught this guy today.”
“…”
Still seemed discontent.
Wang Yunxiao felt a headache.
“I’ll pack all the freshly baked cookies and sausages for you!”
“…”
Still no change, the atmosphere was getting awkward.
What do you want then, do you really want me to sacrifice my looks?
With no choice left, Wang Yunxiao approached the closest girl and hugged her.
“Thank you, sister.”
The young girl’s cheeks blushed, said nothing, and turned away.
Others remained unmoved.
After hugging and thanking all of them, shouting “sister” several times, Wang Yunxiao was finally able to get away, carrying assorted food bags back to the car.
Yan Yu’an exchanged silent glances with him, took a bag, pulled out a cookie, and began munching.
Yu Tongxuan chuckled, “The young ones are full of energy.”
“Just friends.”
Wang Yunxiao forced a laugh.
Couldn’t you learn from Old Yan, joking freely because of age?
Playing young is embarrassing, you know.
All that hugging and snuggling, almost igniting sparks, right?
“Are all those girls from the Church?”
Yu Tongxuan, an astrologer with exceptional vision, instantly saw these girls’ backgrounds.
“Trained elite hardly, after disbanding they do such small business? Didn’t the Special Service Bureau recruit them?”
Yu Tongxuan glanced at Wang Yunxiao thoughtfully, “I remember someone told me you have a decent relationship with the current Archbishop of the Church, is this the Church’s own leftover force?”
Strictly speaking, yes.
This was the unit secretly hidden by Veronica during the Church’s disbandment and reorganization, unknown even to the current Church’s top brass, besides her and Wang Yunxiao.
The Archbishop wasn’t just shining on the surface, often involving actions that couldn’t be seen in daylight, sooner or later requiring their services.
But how long it might take is still uncertain.