Constructing-Style Wizard

Chapter 219 - 219:109. Dangerous Meow_3

Chapter 219 - 219:109. Dangerous Meow_3

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“No offense, Cindy, I’m just trying to get our new brother to relax a bit. I think he’s too uptight, so that’s why I said what I did…”

“Pfft-” The woman named Cindy chuckled lightly.

She leaned against the doorframe, wearing a black velvet dress that accentuated her figure, with gemstone accessories around her neck and wrists that reflected sunlight. A thin cigarette was held between her slender, pale fingers.

This woman named Cindy exuded a mature, poised aura, as if she could effortlessly see through a man’s heart like an experienced general on the battlefield.

How does the saying go?

Playing the beauty card by itself is a losing game.

But combining beauty with cunning is a killer blow.

Such women who know how to use their looks and seem to have high status are definitely not to be trifled with.

Noland Lee became fully alert in his heart but saw Kent approaching with a smile and hugging Cindy…

“Let me introduce you, Ray Lee, this is Cindy, the vice president of ‘Money and Good Dreams’. Without her help, I wouldn’t have my alchemy weaponry.” “Good afternoon, Ms. Cindy.” Noland Lee nodded and greeted.

“Look how well-mannered he is, Kent. You big, unpolished oaf, when will you ever learn to be as courteous as our new friend here?”

Cindy smiled at Noland Lee:

“Why are you wearing a face towel and sunglasses, Ray Lee?” Kent whispered:

“Don’t ask too much, Cindy. Ray Lee is in a special situation.”

“Oh- Alright then, I can tell from your voice that you’re a handsome young man, such a shame I can’t see your face…”

Cindy turned around, swaying her soft waist as she walked into the store:

“Come along, both of you.”

Kent wrapped his arm around Cindy and asked:

“Have all my team members arrived?”

“Except for a few drunken fools who showed up half-dead, everyone else is here… I heard you guys ran into the Ferocious Hound Gang’s alchemist?” Kent’s tone became slightly solemn:

“Yes, and we encountered an upsetting situation – an aberration nest appeared in the Savage Stone Wasteland. Well, let’s get the celebration started, so the guys don’t have to wait too long… Ray Lee, come on, we’re here. Go meet everyone and say a few words.”

Kent opened the door.

The noisy dining hall appeared before their eyes, with three long tables full of people on both sides, the tables laden with steaming, delicious dishes and various drinks.

Bright “glow tubes” dangling from the ceiling, casting colorful light over the entire scene.

Kent’s arrival caused the atmosphere to pause for half a second, followed by even more exuberant cheers.

“Boss! You’re finally here!”

“If you didn’t show up, we would’ve started eating!” “Let’s have a drink first! Let’s have a drink!”

Kent raised his arms and walked to the front, shouting:

“Mates, let’s talk about having a drink later! Now, let’s welcome our new team member! Let’s all shout out his name… Ray Lee!”

“Ray Lee! Ray Lee!”

“An incredible Empire man!”

“Your eyes are awesome!”

“If I had Ray Lee’s eyes, I could walk around Lower Town like a boss!”

The deafening noise made Noland Lee’s ears ache, almost triggering his long-suppressed social anxiety…

All eyes were on him, including Fars Scott, showing curiosity, admiration, subtle fear, or well-hidden jealousy.

Noland Lee saw these gazes.

He suddenly realized why he used to have social anxiety.

His ability to discern the meaning behind the gazes was too fast, too accurate.

In just an instant, he could notice the minute expressions on someone’s face and vaguely detect their thoughts.

This was like throwing him many socially challenging puzzles involving people’s hearts.

If it had been in the past, when he didn’t have extraordinary abilities, he would have had to carefully handle these social puzzles.

But now, as he had a trump card and a hidden strength, he didn’t need to be so careful.

Keep a safe distance from friendly people.

Teach the offenders to be polite with a fist.

That’s enough. No need to worry too much about other people’s feelings.

Noland Lee’s heart regained its calm, undisturbed by external factors.

“Federation folks sure are warm-hearted.”

Under the bright moon, the gate of “Money and Good Dreams” opened and closed.

Noland Lee came out alone from the door inside.

He tilted his chin up, facing the moon in the sky, and breathed out a sigh of relief.

He reluctantly stayed for a little while before finding an opportunity to slip out amidst the overwhelming hospitality.

In a world without computers and the Internet, without short videos and games, celebrating with reckless abandon after a life-or-death mission is probably the best thing the security team members can look forward to.

Noland Lee chuckled and shook his head, walking in the streetlamp light towards the company building.

The night at Sector 7 was exceptionally serene.

The daytime crowd had disappeared, with occasional motorcycles passing by the streets, and more often, stray cats and dogs lurking in the shadows.

“How should I spend my three days of vacation? Should I go out of the city for a trip, hunt down some reckless gang members, scavenge for supplies and soul fragments, or stay in the dormitory practicing the ‘Soul Casting Technique’ and the Undead Cult’s meditation method?”

Noland Lee pondered and made up his mind.

The relationship between scavenging for supplies and practicing was like “chopping wood” and “sharpening a knife.”

First, raise the basic attributes and then “chop wood”, that’s the safest approach..