Wasteland Border Inspector-Chapter 272 - 122: Discussing Dao Seated—The Chess Pieces and the Chess Player (Part 2)

Chapter 272: Chapter 122: Discussing Dao Seated—The Chess Pieces and the Chess Player (Part 2)

It’s not surprising to have a wound, but the strange part is at the edge of the wound.

It seems to emit an eerie dark green, like it’s alive, flickering on and off. 𝚏𝐫𝚎𝗲𝕨𝐞𝐛𝕟𝚘𝐯𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝗺

"Huh?"

Liu Kun paused, pretended to be confused, and pulled up his sleeve to reveal his entire arm, "Is there a wound?"

"Did I see it wrong?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback, leaned closer for a careful look, and the rough skin was covered with old scars, but there was indeed no wound.

Feeling a bit embarrassed, he quickly replaced it with an apologetic smile, "Sorry, buddy, maybe the heavy rain dazzled my eyes, truly sorry."

"It’s fine, we’re all on the same side; being careful is understandable."

Liu Kun smiled, his tone completely normal, and turned back to look ahead as if the little incident had never happened.

But at an angle unseen by ordinary people, the Flame Eagle on his shoulder had changed its form.

The fiery red feathers had somehow turned into an eerie dark green, like ghostly flames soaked in venom, exuding a chilling cold.

As Liu Kun lowered his arm, the dark green color flowed along the feathers, like a revived snake silently crawled behind his arm.

In an instant, the Flame Eagle’s feathers reignited with red flames, and the bouncing firelight completely covered the dark green.

Only in the depths of the firelight, if one looked carefully, there was always a lingering shadow.

Like ink drops in flames, supposed to be burned away, yet stubbornly gathered there, swaying gently with the flame, emitting an indescribable eeriness.

...

At the inspection station.

Cheng Ye, as usual, clocked in and planned to borrow an umbrella from the duty room.

When he left home this morning, it wasn’t raining, and in the rush, he completely forgot to bring a raincoat.

However, the duty room only had size-incompatible spare raincoats and not the stock of umbrellas he imagined.

Cheng Ye paused, thinking it over; in the vast Happiness City, it seems only Inner City residents are privileged to use umbrellas, rather than hastily running around in raincoats.

And after arriving at the Outer City, he indeed hadn’t seen anyone using an umbrella.

"Alright..."

Cheng Ye nodded, refraining from saying much, simply pulling up his collar and jogging through the rain towards the station building.

The cold raindrops struck his face, mixed with damp cold air soaking into his bones, like countless thin needles pricking him.

Presumably, the perceived temperature might have already approached freezing.

If Migrants arrive under such weather conditions, the cold alone might cause significant issues.

"Inspector Cheng, the Chief Station is waiting for you in the office on the fifth floor."

The guard at the building’s entrance hurriedly approached upon seeing him run through the rain.

Titles at the inspection station are meticulous: for Lei Hu, the guard would add a surname, calling him Station Chief Lei.

For Harlem, they wouldn’t say Deputy Chief but just call him Chief.

Only with Ding Yishan, everyone would unanimously use the title "Chief Station" to show his status.

"Please find me a set of rain gear, I forgot to bring it today."

Cheng Ye nodded, climbing the steps while casually instructing.

"Alright, I’ll deliver it to you immediately," the guard replied.

At the turning point between the fourth and fifth floors, Cheng Ye instinctively paused.

He took several deep breaths of the moist cold air until his body fully relaxed, his mood calming, then walked steadily upwards.

If it were half a month ago when Liu Bi just left, he couldn’t help but feel anxious.

But now it’s different. With his growing strength, his mindset had already quietly transformed.

Everything was so smoothly executed, without a hint of the anxiety of stepping into the inspection station’s power vortex.

After all, regarding what Ding Yishan aimed to obtain from him, he intended to extract far more from the Chief.

Bang.

Just as Cheng Ye put his hand on the door, it was pulled open from inside.

He intuitively thought it was Jiang Chuan, but it was actually Ding Yishan who personally opened the door, revealing a familiar warm smile.

That expression was almost identical to the day his predecessor had just left the Inner City, full of concern and warmth.

"Come on in, with the rain so heavy outside, you didn’t even wear a raincoat. If you fall sick in this situation, there’s no time for you to rest,"

Seeing the water droplets hanging on Cheng Ye’s hair, Ding Yishan hurriedly instructed, "Chuan, quickly bring out a clean towel."

Only then did Jiang Chuan emerge from the inner chamber, holding a clean white towel.

Unexpectedly, Ding Yishan didn’t let Jiang Chuan hand the towel to him, but instead, he seemed to assume the role of an elder, taking it and reaching out to rub Cheng Ye’s head.

Eh?

Like Cao Cao meeting Xu You barefoot?

Cheng Ye felt a bit strange but appropriately showed a hint of being touched and surprised.

After Ding Yishan had rubbed twice, he quickly took the towel, politely saying, "Chief Ding, let me do it myself; I wouldn’t dare trouble you."

"You’re polite to me?"

Ding Yishan laughed, not insisting, retracting his hand and turning towards the reception area where he previously spoke with Lei Hu, "Have a seat, I called you here to discuss the plans Jiang Chuan presented last night... Hmm, very impressive, even as Chief, I found it moving."

Such an unexpectedly direct beginning.

Cheng Ye paused inwardly, hung the towel on the cabinet by the entrance, and sat on the single-seat sofa opposite Ding Yishan.

It was the same seat as last time, but the conversation partners had changed, and the atmosphere was entirely different.

Jiang Chuan, like a door guardian, stood at the outer hall entrance, keeping a distance of four or five meters.