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The two people who were pushing and shoving each other both looked towards the door at the same time.

Feng Qingyue's eyes lit up when she saw the newcomer, and she cried out to him in a pitiful voice, "Senior brother, save me!"

Ji Yuan's dark red eyes were fixed on Jing Song, his expression cold and sharp, with a terrifying killing intent suppressed in his eyes.

The purple lightning in his hand suddenly exploded, and Jing Song seemed to sense it, abruptly releasing his grip on Feng Qingyue.

Ji Yuan took the opportunity to grab the little girl's fair wrist and pulled her behind him.

The soft touch in his hand disappeared, and Jing Song's eyes turned sinister, his red eyes behind his gold-rimmed glasses gleaming with a cold, menacing light.

But in an instant, he put on his perfect, hypocritical mask again, smiling gently, even with a hint of grievance:

"Marshal, what do you mean by this? I simply wish to invite Miss Qingyue to dinner with me."

You attack others indiscriminately without distinguishing right from wrong; is this the attitude of federal soldiers?

After saying that, he pretended to be sad and looked at the girl hiding behind Jiyuan:

"Miss Qingyue, if you don't want to have dinner with me, you can just refuse. Why are you treating me like this?"

Feng Qingyue twitched the corner of her mouth. If it weren't for the stench emanating from him and the murderous intent hidden behind his gold-rimmed glasses, he would have looked truly pitiful.

Ji Yuan narrowed his eyes. This Jing Song is really good at playing the victim.

He had only taken a break from his busy schedule to rest when he saw the little girl sitting in the restaurant from afar.

The little girl shed her docile and gentle appearance today; a long red dress perfectly outlined her features.

Her slender waist was so delicate it could be encircled by a single hand. She rested her head on her hand, tapping lightly with her index finger, exuding a languid yet noble air.

Those light blue eyes quietly watched the man before them, a hint of amusement in them.

She recognized the man opposite her, Ji Yuan, as Jing Song, the son of the Star Lord of Jin Xing, a man who appeared gentle and refined.

However, as if remembering something, a chill crept into Ji Yuan's eyes: the intelligence they were investigating about the Ghost Organization subtly pointed to this "gentleman."

"Heh," Ji Yuan's voice broke the strange silence between them, "As a military academy cadet, you don't even salute me, is this your attitude?"

The resentment in Jing Song's eyes was almost tangible. He took a deep breath and looked behind Ji Yuan:

"Miss Qingyue, you said the dishes didn't suit your taste, so I've had them remade. Are you still unwilling to have dinner with me?"

Ji Yuan lowered his eyes to look at the little girl who walked to his side. Her black, tousled hair swept across his eyes, concealing the boundless disgust he felt for Jing Song.

Feng Qingyue shrugged: "I'm sorry, Mr. Jing Song, you told me this dinner is as an apology for your rude behavior that day."

However, it now seems you have ulterior motives. I'm sorry, I cannot put myself in a dangerous situation.

When Jing Song saw that she rejected him without any mercy, the rage in his eyes almost tore her apart.

He suddenly sprang up, rapidly approaching Feng Qingyue in a bizarre posture, while his terrifying-looking hand curled into a claw and reached out to grab her.

Unfortunately, before his hand could even touch Feng Qingyue's shoulder, a long, strong hand with distinct knuckles seized his wrist.

As a seasoned marshal, Ji Yuan reacted swiftly, gripping Jing Song's wrist tightly with his right hand.

Jing Song tried to pull his hand back, secretly exerting force, but Ji Yuan remained unmoved, only his eyes were filled with anger, which was chilling.

Feng Qingyue raised an eyebrow: Oh, he's quite handsome.

Seeing that the man had him firmly restrained and had no intention of letting go, Jing Song simply launched an attack, trying to force Ji Yuan to release him.

"Boring," Ji Yuan commented indifferently, slowly releasing his grip.

Jing Song flexed his wrist, which was aching from being squeezed, and looked at Feng Qingyue with a determined look in his eyes: "Miss Qingyue, I think we will meet again in the future."

After saying that, he gave Feng Qingyue a deep look, ignored the tall man standing next to him, and turned to leave.

Ji Yuan then withdrew his oppressive aura and glanced at Feng Qingyue: "Let's go."

Feng Qingyue quickly grabbed the man's sleeve: "Hey, wait a minute."

Ji Yuan paused, looking down at the small hand that was tugging at his sleeve. He could have easily pulled the hand away, but he couldn't bear to.

"What's wrong?" Ji Yuan's tone was indifferent, revealing neither joy nor anger, but the gentleness in his eyes was extremely noticeable.

Feng Qingyue pulled him to the dining table, and when the chef saw her return, he quickened his pace in tidying up.

"Tsk." Feng Qingyue was somewhat surprised. This subordinate was quite reliable and knew how to clean up the mess.

Of course, Feng Qingyue couldn't just go into the garbage dump to look for the poisoned food scraps, so she could only pull Jiyuan out of the restaurant again.

A pair of red eyes in the distance took in everything. Jing Song took off his gold-rimmed glasses, lit a cigarette, and his eyes were dark.

Feng Qingyue led Ji Yuan along, stopping and starting, until the stench in her nose completely disappeared before they finally stopped.

Ji Yuan looked tenderly at the little girl tugging at his sleeve, his eyes filled with such doting affection that it was almost tangible.

Before long, the two walked side by side along the riverbank, looking just like a couple from behind.

The man was tall and long-legged, and his well-fitting military uniform accentuated his broad shoulders and narrow waist, giving him a near-perfect physique. The young girl beside him wore a long red dress and had flowing golden hair; even just her silhouette was enough to spark the imagination.

The man would occasionally turn his head and look at the girl with tenderness. The dim light of the night shone on the two of them, and an ambiguous and romantic atmosphere flowed between them.

Feng Qingyue pursed her lips and asked bluntly, "Marshal, does the warship have a device that can test blood?"

When Ji Yuan heard the girl ask this question, coupled with her unusual behavior at the restaurant just now, he almost immediately realized what was going on.

He gently grasped the girl's slender wrist, his voice tense, even trembling slightly: "He poisoned you?!"

Feng Qingyue hadn't expected him to react so strongly. She honestly replied, "I saw his men administer the poison."

Ji Yuan was speechless: "Since you saw it, why did you still eat it?"

Feng Qingyue stuck out her tongue, looking a little silly: "My friend told me that it's a toxin that's effective against humans, and it's ineffective against us beasts."

Ji Yuan gave the little girl in front of him a deep look, then decisively pulled her towards the warship, saying as they walked, "I'll have Tang Qing take a look at you."

After walking for a while, Ji Yuan caught a glimpse of that vibrant red color out of the corner of his eye, sighed resignedly, turned back to the little girl, bent down, and picked her up.

Suddenly suspended in mid-air, Feng Qingyue instinctively wrapped her arms around the man's neck, her warm breath brushing against his cheek.

The man's lips curled into a smile. He tore through space with his spatial attribute mental power and arrived at the warship's medical room in an instant.

Tang Qing was startled to see his junior sister being carried over. He rushed over with a bunch of medical instruments, shouting excitedly, "What happened? What happened? Junior sister, where are you hurt?"

Ji Yuan gently placed the little girl on a chair in the medical room, then turned and blocked Tang Qing's path: "She's not injured, she was just poisoned. Take a look at her."