Yes, Madam Prime Minister

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Chapter 1129 No other choice, matured overnight, determined to seek revenge

After leaving the area where Ye Jingye lived, Ronan walked slowly, talking incessantly as he explained to Lavana some things she needed to do next.

Ashley, on the other hand, disappeared into the darkness once more.

After saying that, Ronan patted Lavana on the shoulder with a look of trust, "Trust in yourself, you'll be fine."

Lavana didn't understand why Ronan suddenly asked her to help the young man, Ye Jingye.

The only task Ronan assigned her was to protect Ye Jingye as much as possible. If there was danger, she was to ignore him and run away. As for anything else, she was simply told to follow her own heart and adapt to the situation.

Instead, he specifically instructed her not to think that she was going there with any special mission.

Lavana wondered where she got her quick wit from. She used to be nothing more than a bodyguard and attendant to a noble lady who rarely went out. She had nothing to do at work and was a housewife after get off work.

But since Ronan let her go and trusted her so much, she would never say that she couldn't do it.

"Yes." Lavana nodded heavily.

And so, Ravana turned back.

Ye Jingye was also puzzled when he saw Lavana return.

Lavana was speechless for a moment, then remembered the words Ronan had taught her, "Well, I want to tell you that the ice in this coffin won't last long."

"Oh, thank you." Ye Jingye's voice was hoarse and low. "Wait a moment, I'll dig a hole in the open space and bury it."

“I’ll help you,” Lavana said.

"Thanks," Ye Jingye said, then suddenly added, "You're not actually my father's friends, are you?"

Lavana was slightly startled. She hadn't expected the boy to see through her and even bring it up on his own initiative. However, since Ronan had asked her to talk about this, she didn't lose her composure. "He's not a close friend, just an acquaintance. He came here because he owes us a debt, but he seems to have run into some trouble and is currently missing."

In a sense, Lavana really is Ye Zhongqing's creditor, a blood debtor. Without Ye Zhongqing and his organization, her husband wouldn't have died. Although even if her husband hadn't died, she wouldn't have been reborn, these things should be considered separately.

Ravana has not forgotten her desire to avenge her husband.

"Is that so?" Ye Jingye's reaction was indifferent. His haggard but still somewhat childish face seemed incapable of showing any excitement for anything. "You must be very disappointed now, he didn't run back to his hometown."

As he spoke, Ye Jingye walked to the open space in the middle of the house, gathered spiritual energy in his hands to cover them, pried open several stone slabs and put them aside to reveal the soil beneath them, and then began to dig with his bare hands.

Lavana materialized a curved sword and went to help. Ye Jingye's hands weren't injured, but using his hands was still too inefficient.

"Thank you," Ye Jingye said again.

In the past ten years of his life, he has said thank you very few times, including to his deceased mother. Now, as if he is repaying her, he says thank you whenever he has the chance.

The houses here are densely packed with neighbors, so the two of them were especially careful not to make any noise so as not to disturb them.

After a long period of work, they finally managed to dig a large pit. Then, they opened the coffin, removed a layer of ice from the body, closed the coffin again, buried the body in the pit, filled it with soil, and finally put the large stone slab back on. Along the way, Lavana repeatedly glanced at the young man, Ye Jingye, and noticed that his face was almost devoid of emotion, and his movements were not vigorous; he seemed to be mechanically performing a task.

"Are you determined to take revenge?" Lavana asked.

"Definitely." Ye Jingye's tone was not intense, but firm.

In that instant, Ravana seemed to see herself from many days ago, and she blurted out, "I'll help you."

Ye Jingye looked up at Lavana, who was almost a head taller than him. In those few seconds, he seemed to have thought a lot before finally answering, "Okay."

“Aren’t you going to ask why?” Lavana asked.

"If you're willing to help me, then I'm of value to you. I don't care what I have to give, as long as I can get revenge," Ye Jingye said. He had nothing left to care about.

Lavana sighed. "It's not us, it's just me."

“You are already very strong, much stronger than me,” Ye Jingye said.

Lavana sighed again, "Although I don't know who your enemy is, I'm certain that he's a fourth-tier enemy. I'm only a third-tier enemy, so I might not be a match for him."

"Heh, only at the fourth rank, far from being invincible."

Ye Jingye said confidently, "Find some more helpers, find him, capture him, and then interrogate the person behind him."

Lavana was somewhat surprised. "You still want to take revenge on the person behind it all?" "It might not be possible for now, but I'm still young," Ye Jingye said firmly.

At this time, the other side.

Inside the residence of Ronan and his party.

"Are you so convinced that Nana can lure the other side out?" Grand asked Ronan. Nana was the code name she gave Lavana.

Ronan leaned back on the sofa. "Her husband didn't collapse on his own because of the forced overloading and high-intensity application of the graft. He was killed. The person who killed him was above the sixth rank and didn't give him any chance. But the other party should have also discovered the unusual nature of Ravana's husband."

Then, based on our assumption, this organization will periodically send people to check on Bai Yinglan and Ye Jingye's mother and son; during that time, they cannot possibly overlook Lavana.

Ashley, who had been working hard lately, sat on Ronan's lap, enjoying his massage, and said, "I have a feeling we might have been set up. This organization may already be aware of our existence." Ashley, who had worked in espionage for a long time, had an extraordinary keen sense for this kind of thing.

As Ronan massaged Ashley's shoulders, he said, "It doesn't matter. A fishing line connects the fish and the angler, but who is the fish depends on the outcome."

Isabel lay to one side, half-opening one eye, "I don't understand why you're so interested in this organization."

Ronan continued, "Our initial analysis was that this organization was selling those two drugs on the Ross black market to ignite a coup while simultaneously conducting tests. But now it seems their profits far outweigh the risks, and coincidentally, those two drugs have too many side effects, making them unsuitable for widespread application. So..."

Isabel quickly chimed in, "So this is just a targeted advertisement, and those two drugs are probably failures in their development process. Ross's operation is just a waste utilization. They have technology we don't know about and extraordinary schemes."

“That’s right, that’s exactly it.” Ronan’s guess was the same as Isabel’s.

Grand leaned on Ronan's shoulder. "But if that's the case, why are they trying to trap us? Isn't that just creating unnecessary trouble?"

Ronan gestured for Ashley to lie down so he could massage her legs and feet. "Maybe they don't care and just did it casually, or maybe they think they can use us to achieve some goals."

Golan grinned maliciously, "Heh, little brat, you really dare to look down on us."

Chapter 1130 Fishing and Anti-Fishing: If the Price Isn't Enough, We'll Fight to the Death

Hankou, a residential area with poor public security formed after the demolition of old factory areas.

It was a bit chilly at night, so Ye Jingye wore a workwear leather jacket over his long-sleeved shirt and sweater.

These days, many people with some financial means are wearing workwear leather jackets.

Jackets are a product of the exchange of Western clothing culture over the past century. Leather jackets are a manifestation of the prosperity of animal husbandry in northern Seres, and the trend of this type of clothing is an inevitable trend of the working class and middle-class citizens' aesthetics beginning to become mainstream.

Nowadays, even the powerful and wealthy rarely wear those ornate and elaborate robes and wide sleeves anymore. Of course, their clothing styles may have become more common, but their understated luxury is even greater than in the past.

The same style of leather jacket, but the other one is made from a whole piece of calfskin, with jade buttons, and the lining is made of alpaca wool imported from the New World. Just these few "clothes that show a friendly attitude" require a servant to be hired to take care of them.

It created another job, how incredibly accessible!

"Let's wait," Ye Jingye said to Lavana, who was standing beside him.

The woman wasn't home.

"it is good."

Lavana didn't mind; standing was probably one of her best skills. Her former client, Miss Ajata, was someone who didn't like going out and preferred to linger in the garden for long periods. Ajata didn't like people getting close, so Lavana often stood guard for hours at a time.

It was late at night when the woman returned.

Upon seeing Ye Jingye, the woman pushed up her glasses and said, "What's wrong with you? You're here again."

"I need your help with something," Ye Jingye said.

“I never help anyone,” the woman said.

Ye Jingye calmly replied, "I will pay."

"Really? Bring it in. By the way, my name is Zhang Minghui, you can call me Ahui," the woman said. This was the first time she had given her name, but whether it was true or not, no one knew.

Ye Jingye and Lavana followed Zhang Minghui into the house.

There was no warm greeting or hospitality. Zhang Minghui watched as Ye Jingye carried a box over and asked what was inside as soon as he entered.

Ye Jingye placed the box on the ground and opened it directly.

“Dragon Sparrow Tail?” Zhang Minghui recognized the contents of the box at a glance. “Dragon Sparrow Tail” is the name of a magical artifact used for transplantation.

Magical artifacts aren't handmade items created by individuals; they're standardized products manufactured by large teams in major factories through repeated experiments, tests, and continuous design improvements. On the market, there are only about ten types of implants for each level.

Magical artifacts are both tools and weapons. The weak are eliminated and the strong survive. Those that become mainstream are all good, while those that are not mainstream each have their own fatal flaws.

The Dragon Sparrow Tail is a mainstream graft with a small-scale enhanced senses. It can release highly compressed spiritual energy over short distances for precise cutting and processing. Its extraordinary ability is short-range, high-speed flight. Primarily used as a production tool, while it can also fight, it falls short compared to mainstream combat-oriented grafts.

“I’ll use this to pay the bill,” Ye Jingye said.

This was his mother's keepsake. She had spent nearly half of her savings to buy it, but before it could be transplanted, she died because she was involved in a murder. Zhang Minghui poured three glasses of water, crossed her legs, and sat on the sofa. "So, tell me, what is it?"

"My mother..." Ye Jingye briefly recounted his mother's death, "I want revenge."

"The other party is a fourth-tier expert, and most likely someone from a large corporation. I'm sorry, you'd better find someone else." Zhang Minghui decisively refused. She was only a first-tier expert, and there was still a long way to go before reaching the second tier. Even Ye Jingye, who had made rapid progress, had only just reached the first tier.

"That person couldn't possibly be from a large corporation. The victim was also a fourth-level assassin. It was an open murder, not an assassination. Even the most powerful corporations have to be careful about their image and try to distance themselves from the crime. So the killer must have been an assassin, a fourth-level assassin, who must have been a well-known figure in Wuhan's underworld."

Ye Jingye explained his reasoning.

The assassin won't be widely known, but he must be famous within a small circle; otherwise, how could he get big jobs and make big money? Of course, this fame is definitely a code name, and this person certainly won't show up to take jobs himself, but rather has a dedicated "agent."

Zhang Minghui's face showed some surprise. After not seeing him for a few days, Ye Jingye was no longer the silly and naive boy he used to be. He was mature and perceptive. Upon closer inspection, this was quite normal. People are always forced to mature quickly after experiencing great pain and becoming alone.

However, whether such maturity is good or bad is hard to say, just like with herself.

Zhang Minghui still shook her head, "No, your 'Dragon Sparrow Tail' is from the previous generation, and it's 90% new and secondhand. You can't get anyone to help you at this price. To be honest, to deal with people of that level, even selling yourself might not be enough."

Ye Jingye's gaze was firm. "It doesn't matter. I was prepared to sell my life anyway."

“It’s still not enough,” Zhang Minghui said, pointing at Lavana. “We need to add her.”

“She’s just my friend,” Ye Jingye said.

“It’s enough that she’s willing to help,” Zhang Minghui said. “I can’t help you, but there are others who can, but you can’t afford the price, so you’ll have to work for us for a while.”

Ye Jingye looked up at Lavana.

“I’m fine with that,” Lavana agreed immediately. “However, I can only handle some reconnaissance or combat missions.” On the way here, Ye Jingye introduced Zhang Minghui to her. She had no idea how to handle any magical equipment. She had only been trained in reconnaissance and defense skills, while her frontal combat skills were all developed by Ronan.

"Oh, that's wonderful!" Zhang Minghui exclaimed with delight. She had assumed that Ye Jingye's friends would be those who tinkered with magical artifacts, but it turned out that this woman was a combatant. That was fantastic!

Then, with just a few words, the matter was decided.

The following night, Zhang Minghui took the two of them to meet her collaborator.

At the same time, Guo Hanlu and Madam Zhao returned to their residence after making initial contact with the black market in Hankou.

The person who usually sold the grafts to Bai Yinglan was fine. Afterwards, they pretended to be sellers and contacted a few more people, which gave them a basic understanding of the Hankou black market. In addition, the two of them heard that a batch of non-mainstream but very useful combat grafts had recently entered the black market.

It's unconventional yet works very well, which defies common sense.

Ronan nodded. "Okay, I understand. You two can rest for now. We'll stay put except for Lavana's side."

"Shouldn't we buy one of those grafts?" Guo Hanlu asked.

"Let's see if it's as amazing as they claim." Ronan said that it wasn't a problem to buy it and send it to Falek and the others for research, but that wasn't the point, and there was no need to rush.

“That makes sense,” Madam Zhao agreed.

Guo Hanlu stretched and said, "Then let's rest for a few days and talk about it later."

"How is the situation on Lavana's side?" Madam Zhao asked.

"It went quite smoothly..." Ronan briefly explained the situation.

This game of who's the fisherman and who's the fisherman has only just begun.

Chapter 1131 New Year, New Friends, A Decision

Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, it is already a new year, January 1, 1784.

Eighteen-year-old Ye Jingye suddenly felt a strange sense of alienation. He sighed and vaguely understood the reason. It was probably because he never imagined that he would be celebrating the Gregorian New Year in such a place with such a group of people when he was eighteen years old.

At this moment, he was standing in what used to be a dormitory building of a large textile factory. The three buildings formed a U-shape, each three stories high, with a total of about a hundred rooms. The factory had long since moved away, and this building had once been the residence of some people who lived on the fringes of society.

Sitting with him around a small wooden round table were Zhang Minghui, Lavana, and four other people he had known for less than a month.

The four were a gang. The leader was an extremely burly man with a chiseled face and thick, bushy mustache that seemed to fly out to the sides. He possessed third-tier strength, but it was all achieved through transplanted magical artifacts. The second was a woman, of medium height and build, with delicate eyebrows and small eyes, and always wearing a smile. She had a lesbian relationship with the leader. She possessed second-tier strength, the same as the leader, originally only at a non-primitive level, but had reached second-tier through transplants. The third and fourth were brothers, resembling each other by about 50-60%, or even 70-80% if one wasn't thin and the other fat. Both were first-tier, but the fat younger brother was a natural first-tier, while the thin older brother was artificially enhanced.

"Come on, let's drink! Let's celebrate making three big profits this month, and also celebrate our brother Ye's eighteenth birthday," said the eldest, Wang Jiangong, as he poured drinks for each person in turn.

More than twenty days ago, Zhang Minghui, his partner, brought two people to join him. At first, he was very wary because Lavana was a third-tier powerhouse and a foreign woman of unknown origin.

If Lavana hadn't been artificially created like him, and if his own group hadn't been just a small, well-known group, and if it weren't worth a big shot sending an undercover agent like him to deal with, he would never have agreed.

Even so, it was only after they had worked together three times that he began to trust Lavana. It wasn't about her character, but rather Lavana's performance; she was indeed, as she had said, incompetent, with no criminal experience whatsoever, and showed no signs of pretense. Everything about her seemed to fit her past persona as merely a servant of a high-ranking nobleman in Ross.

That's for sure; after all, Lavana was telling the truth.

"Why is my glass only half full?" Ye Jingye asked coldly, looking at his wine glass.