Chapter 6 (1/2)

When Qing Tian got home, he saw Wu Yun eating chocolate cake.

“Here's half.” Wu Yun seemed to have been shocked by Qing Tian's arrival, reluctantly parting with half of the cake.

In Wu Yun's mind, raising a child meant giving half of the food you got to the other person. Of course, “stealing” was another matter.

Qing Tian was not interested in this sweet food, and did not understand why Wu Yun liked this sweet and greasy thing so much? Just after seeing the chocolate cake, he couldn't help but think of what the man had said before.

What did you mean, “Mr. Gift?”

Although he was indeed a gift, but now that Wu Yun had said that he would support him, then he was more than just a “gift”. Besides, he had a name now.

On the one hand, Qing Tian felt that his ideas seemed to be too far-fetched, after all, the fact that he was sent as a gift was not wrong, but on the other hand, it had aroused a deep inferiority complex.

Yes, inferiority complex.

In this city, force was the capital to survive.

To Wu Yun, he was purely just a burden. Even if Wu Yun said he wanted to love him as it was said in the book, but now—not to mention to love—even self-protection was a problem.

“Wu Yun, how did this cake come about?” Qing Tian asked curiously.

“Put it at the door.” Wu Yun replied succinctly, “No poison, can eat.”

……. Do you judge if a thing can be eaten based on if it is poisonous or not?

As soon as he talked to Wu Yun, the entanglements in Qing Tian's heart were suddenly gone.

Maybe he thought too much. Maybe it was just simple.

Obviously Wu Yun was older, he himself was still a child, but in daily life, the worry seemed to be always Wu Yun.

Sometimes, Qing Tian was really envious of Wu Yun, his mindset of not worrying about anything and thinking about anything. Perhaps people with this mentality could live as free as Wu Yun.

“When I came back, I saw your master.” Qing Tian said, “This cake should've been given to you by him. He asked me to say h.e.l.lo to you instead of him.”

“Oh.” Wu Yun responded casually.

“I heard his men calling him Count. What's that nickname?” Qing Tian asked simply in one breath, “Wu Yun, do you know what his ident.i.ty is?”

“Count, bounty hunter, arms dealer…” Wu Yun spit out six or seven ident.i.ties in one breath. “I don't know which one is true and which one is false.”

“Don't you care?” Qing Tian carefully asked, “You live with him, and your relations.h.i.+p is…”

Qing Tian remembered how he came here.

“Do you care?” Wu Yun turned to Qing Tian. “If you don't feel well, I can break up with him.”

Wu Yun's eyes told Qing Tian that he was serious.

Very serious.

For Wu Yun, was this a relations.h.i.+p that could be easily broken?

“No, I didn't say that either.”

“Oh, keep it as it is.” Wu Yun looked down at the half of the chocolate cake. “Why don't you eat it?”

“Eat it.”

“Good.”

“Actually, I can't understand him…” Wu Yun seemed to say such a sentence suddenly, but Qing Tian was still immersed in his own thinking, not hearing clearly.

“Wu Yun, what did you say just now?”

“The cake is delicious.”

Er…

“Eat it, I won't s.n.a.t.c.h it from you.” Qing Tian was weeping and laughing. Did he just hear that? Maybe Wu Yun wasn't as indifferent as he showed.

If there was a door to everyone's heart, then Wu Yun's heart was placed in a maze.

In the evening, just after Qing Tian's ten laps around the garbage dump, Wu Yun was dressed and ready to go out.

“Wu Yun, are you going out?” Qing Tian panted and came to a halt. “What happened?”

“The Priest is going to trade today. I'm going to protect him.” Wu Yun casually said, “You wait at home, I will come back before the sun rises.”

“Well, that…” Qing Tian wanted to reach out to grab the corner of Wu Yun's clothes, but retracted his hand halfway. “Can I follow you?”

Wu Yun frowned slightly. “You can't go.”

Qing Tian was a little frustrated.

“I can't protect you when you go. I want to give priority to protecting my employer,” added Wu Yun, racking his brains.

One person can't protect two people at the same time.

“No, I'm just joking. Wu Yun, you go.” Qing Tian laughed. “If you come back late, tomorrow's chocolate is mine.”

Wu Yun's face stiffened.

“No chocolate.”

That kid[1] was extremely firm-mouthed[2]

“Yeah yeah, you said no is no.” Qing Tian didn't expose him, waving, “You come back early.”

The corners of Wu Yun's lips lifted up slightly and he nodded.

The Priest was not a priest, and he never did anything like pray. He just claimed to be a Christian and wore a diamond cross around his neck, so people jokingly called him a “priest”.

But the name spread gradually, and at last the Priest himself recognized it.

The top arms dealer, who controlled the circulation of the entire Sasimu arms market and dealt with countless underground parties and gangs in various countries. He said he was a “priest” and was worthy of his name.

Generally speaking, for an ordinary arms trade, the Priest didn't need to come forward in person, and naturally also did not need Wu Yun for close protection.

But this time seemed to be an exception.

This time, there were three groups of people coming to trade with the Priest, one of whom were rebels Middle Eastern battlefields. They had become accustomed to robbery and were notoriously dishonest. Their actions were barbaric and chaotic, and only those of the same origin in the Middle East could understand their thinking.

That's why Wu Yun was called in.

After all, it was a comrade-in-arms meeting.

The Priest was a white man of about forty.

He looked fat. He was said to have won the third place in the regional compet.i.tion of the Grandpa McDonald's Character Cosplay Compet.i.tion. Even when he was ten years old, he would be able to win the regional champions.h.i.+p and partic.i.p.ate in the international character imitation contest.

This hobby was everywhere, but it was also heavily ridiculed.

*Not sure: 这种爱好实在处处都是槽点，但又不知道该从哪里吐槽起

The food he served his guests naturally was hamburgers and fried chicken.

There wasn't any other reason. It was simply because it was cheap.

The Priest's aim was “to not let others earn an extra cent from his pockets.” With this idea in mind, he lived in the city of Sasimu for twenty years.

In his own words, “Here are the safest shelters for the best bodyguards in the world, but the prices are the lowest. It's the most cost-effective place in the world, so I stay here.”

When Chen Yong took his hands down, he saw two other groups of people sitting in their seats eating hamburgers with indignation on their faces.

The people in the Middle East, in particular, were particularly ugly.

“I don't need it.” Chen Yong was already very familiar with the Priest's routine. He had eaten the hamburger at least twenty or thirty times. He didn't want to smell it any more.