Chapter 134: Fierce Gunfight, Lian Feng’s Headache
Rui Mengmeng received her wages, changed out of her work clothes, and left the coffee shop dejectedly.
“I thought you’d give the young girl some money, make her grateful to you to the point of tears, and then let you do whatever you want.” Yan teased.
“She’s just not well-off family-wise, not to the point where she can’t live anymore, and besides, she’s not an ordinary person—her living conditions should improve soon. Why would I rush to give her money?” Meng Huaifeng said.
“You know she’s not ordinary and still stepped in to help—just to attract the young girl’s attention, right?”
“Go look at March and A Xing again before saying that. No matter who it is, I’d step in to help in that situation. Her ability has obviously just awakened; she hasn’t even realized it herself.”
“Hard to say—how could home flowers compare to wildflowers? Especially ones you can’t even eat.” Yan winked mischievously.
“Are you really an angel? Your head’s full of trash. You’d be wasted as an angel—are you sure you’re not a succubus?” Meng Huaifeng said skeptically.
“Don’t compare me to those filthy demons. Sister is a holy angel.” Yan said, a bit unhappy.
“Can’t see any holiness at all.” Meng Huaifeng pursed his lips.
“Hmph, to keep you from feeling inferior, sister restrained her aura a bit. When facing evil, you’ll know what holiness is.” Yan said.
Meng Huaifeng went to settle the bill. March 7th, in her excitement, lost control of her power and broke a table and four coffee cups, compensating the shop several hundred bucks.
Leaving the coffee shop, March 7th and A Xing started shopping nearby in the mall.
March 7th bought a bunch of exquisite but useless little trinkets and plush toys.
With big bags and small packages she couldn’t carry anymore, she stuffed them directly to Meng Huaifeng.
Meng Huaifeng, when no one was paying attention, slightly interfered with the mall’s cameras and gradually stored them into space.
But the speed was still slower than March 7th stuffing him with new bags.
A Xing wasn’t very interested in the trinkets and plush toys outside the trash can; her interests were more like a tomboy’s.
A Xing paid full price for a toy gun, opened the packaging, and assembled it right away.
“biu!”
A rubber bullet hit Meng Huaifeng’s forehead, avenging the seven hundred bucks in pocket money he had deducted from her.
Veins throbbed on Meng Huaifeng’s forehead. If he weren’t laden with March 7th’s big and small bags, he’d make A Xing see what he was made of.
Who was the true gunslinger god!
Seeing Meng Huaifeng unable to fight back, A Xing doubled down.
“biubiubiu~”
Rubber bullets shot one after another onto Meng Huaifeng.
“Uncle Yang, please!” Meng Huaifeng shoved everything into Welt’s arms.
Then Meng Huaifeng charged into the toy store.
“Boss, bring out your shop’s most powerful gun.”
“Vulcan Gatling—continuous fire without reloading, holds two hundred water beads at a time.” The boss brought out a toy gun over a meter long.
“Two of them, and twenty bottles of ammunition.” Meng Huaifeng said without hesitation.
“You got it! One thousand seven hundred total, and six free bottles of water beads!” The boss was overjoyed and enthusiastically helped Meng Huaifeng pack, open them, fill the water beads with water, and install them on the guns.
Meng Huaifeng dual-wielded weapons, one Vulcan Gatling in each hand, facing A Xing.
“A Xing, are you ready?” Meng Huaifeng grinned ferociously.
A Xing looked at her small rifle that could only fire one rubber bullet at a time, then at the exaggerated, menacing Gatling in Meng Huaifeng’s hands.
“Huai Feng, I was just playing around with you—don’t take it seriously. Sorry, my bad.” A Xing laughed dryly, tossed her rifle, and surrendered.
“Sorry? Too late—go talk to my Gatling!”
Meng Huaifeng pulled the trigger, water beads shooting one after another from the muzzle toward A Xing, sending her scurrying with her head in her hands.
“Whoa, help! That’s cheating, unfair victory! If you’ve got the guts, give me a gun too.” A Xing shouted under Meng Huaifeng’s fierce assault.
“Forgot how you just had an unfair victory?” Meng Huaifeng pursued relentlessly.
“March, save me!” A Xing ran toward March 7th.
“A Xing, don’t come over!” March 7th exclaimed in alarm.
“Childish.” Yan crossed her arms, smirking disdainfully.
A Xing ran past Yan. Most of Meng Huaifeng’s bullets hit A Xing, but a few dodged water beads hit Yan.
Water beads hitting skin felt cool, slightly indenting the skin before bouncing to the ground.
Once, Yan could still smile. After A Xing passed a second time, Yan’s face was expressionless. After being hit a third time, Yan’s expression turned completely dark.
“Boss, two of those guns from earlier, and ammunition.” Yan paid directly.
“You got it!”
Soon, Yan rushed out holding two Gatlings.
The intense gunfight drew countless onlookers’ gazes. Kids cried and clamored for toy guns, delighting the toy store boss.
However, ten minutes later…
Under the security guard uncle’s watchful glare, Meng Huaifeng, A Xing, March 7th, and Yan took brooms and mops to clean up the water beads scattered everywhere.
“No roughhousing in public places, no running wild—what if you bump into and hurt others? Especially with such an intense gunfight! If you want to play, go home to play. You can’t treat a public place like the mall as your playground without a care. Do you know how dangerous that is?” The security guard uncle lectured endlessly.
“Got it.” The three little ones said listlessly.
“I, a grand angel, why do I have to clean with you?” Yan was full of reluctance, but she saw angels as symbols of all that was good—how could she let the train crew outdo her in morality?
So seeing the three cleaning obediently, Yan had no choice but to join in.
“Because a third of it is from your shots.” Meng Huaifeng said. Because of Yan’s interference and mid-fight reloading, A Xing found an opening to grab two Gatlings too, and in the second half, Meng Huaifeng was completely overwhelmed.
“I’m the most wronged— I didn’t do anything, yet I have to clean with you.” March 7th whined aggrievedly.
“Dan Heng probably thought the same as you back then.” A Xing said.
“Fine, so is this my karma finally catching up?” March 7th recalled how she used to cause trouble and burden Dan Heng, sighed, and accepted her fate.
Welt, holding the big and small bags, watched the crowd below from the railing with great interest, as if he didn’t know them from start to finish.
The four finally cleaned up all the scattered water beads.
Only then did Welt come over to “re-meet” everyone.
“It’s getting late—we should find a place to stay first.”
“Stay at a hotel?” March 7th asked.
“We’re staying for over half a year this time—how about renting a villa?” Meng Huaifeng suggested.
On a single planet, terrain posed no real restriction to them—they could circle the planet in no time at full speed.
“Do we have enough money? Sell some more gold?” March 7th tilted her head.
“Don’t worry, we do. Right after landing this morning, I took some online commissions for movie and game post-production special effects—money’s already in.” Meng Huaifeng said.
Special effects were easy for Meng Huaifeng, but it took time for clients to review, approve, and pay—so he sold some gold for quick cash.
Meng Huaifeng stood for a moment, then said: “I’ve found a villa that’s reasonably priced, nicely scenic, and well-decorated. I’ve contacted the landlord—he doesn’t want to rent to shady types. Only if he likes us will he rent to us, and we can sign and move in right away. Let’s go meet the landlord.”
March 7th stared blankly at Meng Huaifeng.
“What’s up, March?” Meng Huaifeng asked oddly, touching his face—did he have something on it?
“Nothing, just suddenly realized you’ve become a mature, reliable Nameless like Dan Heng—and even more capable than Teacher Dan Heng!” March 7th shook her head lightly, a bit emotional.
Meng Huaifeng was stunned, suddenly recalling how he’d been hit by the train on his first day of travel—back then he knew nothing, and unknowingly two and a half years had passed. Time flew.
“I think we should drop ‘mature.'” A Xing suggested—Dan Heng wouldn’t retaliate after she shot him with a toy gun.
Meng Huaifeng gave A Xing a look: “Thanks for the compliment, March. I’m still far from Dan Heng—at least in strength, I still need your protection.”
“Not bad—we’re growing too!” March 7th puffed out her chest.
They called a car to the villa’s location; the landlord had been waiting a while.
The landlord was a kindly old man in his sixties. Seeing the train crew all poised and extraordinary, after a brief chat, he decided to rent the house to them.
……
Military base.
Lian Feng kept checking the screened list of outsiders entering Ju Xia City today.
Meng Huaifeng’s image was prominently on the screen.
“Meng Huaifeng, twenty years old, ancestral home Meng Yang Village in Ju Xia City. At six, he followed his cousin uncle abroad, studied at…, excels in…, after a void appeared in the sky and abroad felt unsafe, he persuaded cousin uncle Welt Yang and his childhood sweetheart March 7th to return to the country, and along the way get a brain check for his not-so-bright sister A Xing?”
Her hand slipped, and Welt’s photo appeared next.
“Welt Yang, ancestral home Meng Yang Village in Ju Xia City, original name Yang Chaoyue. After going abroad, to fit in, he took the foreign name Welt…”
“March 7th, eighteen years old, Welt Yang’s neighbor abroad. Parents killed in a gang shootout; luckily Welt Yang adopted her, and she grew up with Meng Huaifeng as childhood sweethearts…”
“A Xing He Jing, eighteen years old, a young girl picked up by Welt Yang from a trash can abroad and adopted. Even without lacking food or drink, she still rummages through trash cans for garbage—multiple corrections and educations ineffective. Preliminary suspicion: not-so-bright brain…”
The files weren’t very detailed, but considering they’d been abroad, that was normal. These records were probably collected after their return application.
Continuing to check others, the files had detailed records.
“Trouble—did they not enter Ju Xia City, or forge the info?” Lian Feng rubbed her forehead.
Files could be faked, but interpersonal relationships were hard to fabricate.
Send people to verify one by one?
Domestics were easy; there were many from abroad, and those were tricky.
“No disturbances yet—maybe not interstellar villains.” Lian Feng could only console herself that way, then arranged closer monitoring while slowly verifying and screening.
Meanwhile, countless black-clothed persons across the country approached those showing special abilities or on the list, using tricks and deception to lure them into joining Superdimension Academy.
“Mr. Welt, how about a spar?”
Having found a place to stay, Yan suggested again.
“Uncle Yang, let me handle it.” Meng Huaifeng volunteered—if Yan weren’t here, he’d add that killing a chicken didn’t need a cow’s knife.
“Kid, are you looking down on sister? Sister is Queen Kaisa’s left-wing guard, an outstanding person even in Angel Civilization.” Yan thought he didn’t know her prowess and introduced herself.
“I know—you said it yourself, just an outstanding person, not the strongest. Uncle Yang is our train crew’s combat powerhouse—sparring you would be bullying the weak. I’m just right for it.” Meng Huaifeng said.
Bullying the weak? Do you know I’m over seven thousand years old, you brat?
Yan just thought it, didn’t say it—Little March’s words to Welt about being so old still stuck with her.
Yan looked to Welt for his stance.
Welt really didn’t want to bully the weak and said tactfully: “Huai Feng’s strength isn’t weak either. It’s just sparring to exchange techniques from different universes— he’s just right for it.”
Just right? Meaning if you personally acted, I wouldn’t last through your moves?
Yan felt—not just herself, but Angel Civilization was being underestimated.
“Kid, if you can’t hold on later, just call me good sister and I’ll stop. Got it?” Yan decided to show Meng Huaifeng her power, but still teased him.
Right—he said she showed no holiness, so time to bring out her stance against evil.
Hope it doesn’t scare him. Yan thought with a wicked smile.
“You might not hear it—fight on the back of the moon, how about it?” Meng Huaifeng asked.
“Let’s go—let sister see who arrives first.”
Yan spread her angel wings and vanished instantly from sight.
“Map Teleportation.”
After traveling through a few more worlds, Meng Huaifeng had advanced further on the Pioneer Destiny. With two teleports, he brought the others to the back of the moon.
“Yan-jie, you’re a bit slow.” Meng Huaifeng said to Yan descending from the sky.
Yan’s expression grew serious—he arrived first with three others, without sensing him pass her mid-way. Teleportation?
But no wormhole fluctuations sensed—was it a teleportation method from an unknown universe, different from wormhole transport tech?
“Since it’s a sparring fight, using Eye of Insight as one of my combat methods—probing your info now wouldn’t be impolite, right?” Yan asked with a smile.
“Of course—if you can. But since you’re using it, I won’t hold back either.” Meng Huaifeng said.
Meng Huaifeng’s Art of Heavenly Inquiry drew info from the information stored in all things in the world, which could be hidden, altered, deleted, or added—like when Silver Wolf fed him fake info in Belobog.
Angels’ Eye of Insight, meanwhile, drew from the so-called Dark Plane, which could also be hidden, altered, deleted, or added. When Meng Huaifeng interrupted Yan’s probe earlier, it felt no different from usual.
So Meng Huaifeng suspected this universe’s Dark Plane was the information storage network of all things.
But just a suspicion— he’d need to truly understand the Dark Plane to confirm.
I remember my theme was the train crew’s lighthearted, fun travels—not rushing in and out, slapping faces, fighting monsters, solving problems, completing tasks, and leaving. Some kept saying this world sucked, skip it quick, so I rushed the wrap-up and sped up, but it feels off-track. I’ll slow down from now on.
