Sky-cracking Rider

Miyoshi Xuesen really couldn't swim, which added another fatal weakness to his list; a washbasin could easily drown this monk.

In the end, it was Chen Fei who fished him out, dragging him by the neck and shaking him a few times on the shore. Pitter-patter, seven or eight fish of varying sizes fell out from his monastic robe; there were even some in his crotch. His loincloth might as well not have been there—it was simply too much to look at.

Fish love the stinkiest and foulest things—the bigger the smell, the stronger their attraction.

"Pff!~"

The monk rolled his eyes and struggled to spit out a mouthful of water. He looked towards the little girl who was still munching on roasted fish, and stammered, "Who are you?"

He, a dignified A-level dark elemental psychic, even though most of his psi skills were focused on others, wasn't supposed to be so easily controlled.

The spiritual power of psychics is usually higher than that of ordinary people. The higher their awakening level, the higher the growth limit of their spiritual power, making them less susceptible to psychic series skills.

But just moments ago, he involuntarily walked into the water without any resistance and started struggling desperately. Had he gained freedom a bit later, he might have already sunk.

Looking back now, it was simply unbelievable.

No matter how weak an A-level psychic was, they shouldn't have been this useless, right?

The little girl glanced at Chen Fei, clearly not interested in dealing with the monk, who looked like a drowned rat.

"Her name is Yan Ling. You better be smart about it."

Chen Fei said with a smile, fully enjoying the spectacle of the monk's near-death experience. Well done, he thought, bravo to the boss, give the boss a thumbs up.

He had been lucky earlier, jumping into the water on his own. Next time, he might not be so fortunate and could be thrown into the sun, turning to ash in an instant.

"Huh??? Is she a mage or a psychic?"

Miyoshi Xuesen's mouth twitched continuously. Having been taught a lesson, he still had no clue what was going on.

Could he seek revenge?

Looking at the little girl seemingly around ten years old, it was probably a minimum of five years in prison, with the maximum being a public execution.

"Take a guess!"

Chen Xiao'er laughed mischievously.

Harming each other had become a daily routine for him and the monk. When else would be a better time to kick someone when they're down?

"I should guess?"

Miyoshi Xuesen's face turned the color of a thundercloud. This trouble-maker had fooled him again.

Wait!

A sudden flash of inspiration struck his mind.

"Could it be..."

The monk's speculation got closer to the truth. Professionals who handled shady business weren't stupid—anyone lacking in intelligence would have been killed long ago. How could they live leisurely up to now?

With Miyoshi Xuesen's clearance, he didn't know the personal information of all Blue Star Civilization's S-Class psychics. Each sovereignty strictly kept their S-Class individuals confidential and rarely revealed them to outsiders. His misunderstanding wasn't surprising.

"S, S, S-Class?"

The sound of a sharp inhalation echoed, contributing once again to global warming.

Someone who could easily suppress an A-level psychic, coupled with the smug look Chen Fei had, probably left only one possible answer.

He had just talked to Chen Xiao'er about S-Class psychics, and then immediately got handled by one.

Heaven and Earth, how did he set himself up like this?

The monk almost wanted to die.

"Her name is Yan Ling!"

Chen Fei reminded again, providing a reply filled with ingenuity—it neither confirmed nor denied the monk's assumption while still respecting the boss's title.

A single wrong move, and someone else might be taking a dive.

In this competitive world, survivors were shrewd individuals.

"Yan, Yan Ling? Oh, oh!"

The monk immediately prostrated himself in front of Yan Ling, the S-Class psychic still engrossed in her fish-eating, performing a deep bow (dogeza) or2.

"This humble monk Miyoshi apologizes for offending Yan Ling. I am deeply sorry!"

Even lending him a hundred courages, he wouldn't dare mention taking her to see goldfish anymore. He'd probably be thinking about seppuku by now.

"You may leave!"

To Yan Ling, this monk was a jerk trying to steal her fish; the goldfish matter wasn't even on her mind.

"Yes, I shall leave immediately!"

Miyoshi Xuesen quickly and proficiently backed away a dozen meters in a kneeling posture. He then turned, sprinting away, his still-dripping monastic robe flapping like a sprinting champion's.

Chen Fei shouted behind him, "Hey, hey, Miyoshi, aren't you having fish?"

Despite their mutual torment, he wasn't stingy enough to deny the monk some grilled fish.

After all, with the vast world and the importance of a meal, even at death's door, people deserved a full stomach.

"Maybe next time..."

Like fleeing a disaster, the monk didn't look back. In the next second, he tripped and performed a faceplant, turning from a drenched mouse to a muddy monkey, but got up and ran even faster.

"Eat the fish!"

Yan Ling reminded Chen Fei to focus and not get distracted by irrelevant people. She nibbled on a fish until only the bones were left, then picked up another skewer, blowing on it to cool it down, and prepared to continue.

Despite her small frame, standing only about 1.3 or 1.4 meters tall, her appetite was quite large. After consuming two grilled fish each about a foot long and weighing four or five pounds, she was still unsatisfied.

Seeing the boss licking her fingers, Chen Fei cautiously inquired, "Do you want more?"

"Grill all of them. If I can't finish, I'll pack them up!"

The little girl-like S-Class psychic Yan Ling waved her hand generously, displaying a big-shot's demeanor.

"Got it!"

Chen Fei swiftly set up all the marinated fish over the fire, and soon the fish sizzled and aroma wafting through the air.

Just after Miyoshi left, Mouri arrived.

While grilling the fish, Chen Fei noticed an A-39C "Big Mouth Monster" light turboprop attack aircraft descending, landing on the observation camp runway.

The 2000-meter runway was more than sufficient for the turboprop. If unloaded, even 500 meters would be enough.

The A-39 "Big Mouth Monster" has A, B, C variants. The A and B look similar, but the latest C model has two extra pylons, totaling nine, with slightly upgraded power output, pushing the attack aircraft's combat effectiveness to the limit.

Through the AI "Adam," aircraft takeoff and landing information can be accessed, showing this turboprop came from the nearby 223 Aircrew Base.

No doubt, Mouri Misono came to scrounge a meal again.

The military contractor's food couldn't compare with the Blue Star United Defense Committee's headquarters logistics team with professional chefs. The skill level and quality of supplies were much higher.

A well-fed person doesn't know a hungry one's plight. Despite the food supply, Chen Fei still sought wild game, like now, capturing and grilling fish. Once the earthy taste of the fresh catch was suppressed, its delicious flavor was fully released.

As expected, Mouri found her way over soon, recognizing only Chen Fei in the observation camp, with Miyoshi Monk barely an acquaintance.

Smelling the grilling fish, Mouri exclaimed.

"It smells great! 'Rookie,' what are you grilling?… Eh! It's fish?"

Mouri finally noticed the grilling skewers surrounding the fire. Each skewer held a golden-brown fish, sizzling with fat.

She beamed with surprise and joy. The fish was perfectly cooked, and she came just in time.

"Who's this now?"

Yan Ling expressed her displeasure.

"Huh? Little sister, who are you?"

Mouri Misono also noticed the little girl beside Chen Fei, her hands and mouth full of oil.

"Mouri, take this and leave, quickly!"

Chen Fei didn't want to see Twin Blade Sister relive the monk's fate. He immediately grabbed a fish and stuffed it into Mouri's hands, pushing her away.

"Hey, hey, Qiao Dou, Qiao Dou mah dai, what's going on here?"

Though she had tasty grilled fish, Mouri was puzzled. Why was she hurried off when she did nothing wrong?

Chen Fei lowered his voice and urged.

"Stay, and you'll be thrown into the water. Go, now!"

"'Rookie,' the fish is charring!"

Yan Ling's voice brooked no argument.

"Ah?! Yes, yes, yes!"

Chen Fei hurried back to the fire, barely avoiding the S-Class boss's anger. Close call!

Seeing Mouri walk away, Yan Ling turned impassive again, eyes fixed on the fish, as Chen Fei secretly sighed in relief.

Unlike his adversarial relationship with Miyoshi Xuesen, where any mistreatment was met with schadenfreude, Mouri was a friend and shouldn't suffer collateral damage.

A pile of wood had just burnt to its peak, the flames flickering a dark red, emitting even more heat. The grilled fish a foot above the fire reached its most tempting moment.

"..."

Mouri Misono, pushed a good ten meters away, holding the grilled fish, turned to see the unusual scene of a big and little figure grilling fish, feeling completely puzzled.

Today, 'Rookie' was acting strangely!

Tilting her head in thought, Mouri finally decided to follow the advice, taking the fish to find Miyoshi Monk for answers.

Seeing the monk's miserable state…

"I'll take them all!"

Before Chen Fei could finish retrieving the grilled fish, Yan Ling waved her hand, and all the skewers with freshly seasoned fish vanished.

Space System Alchemy Storage Device?

Of course, they didn't vanish into thin air but went to a special space. This method of packing was quite bold.

In storage space, everything remains static. Objects placed inside maintain their state when retrieved, making it an ideal packaging tool.

Chen Fei was used to it, having seen it many times, with several such devices himself.

"So… do you want more?"

Chen Fei asked, hoping to please the boss, but with a tinge of apprehension in his voice.

"Is that convenient?"

Yan Ling's reaction was indifferent but the aura was imperceptible.