# 148
**Chapter 148: Feed Me**
"Heeyah!"
"Ura ura ura..."
"Aaaahhh!!"
Strange cries echoed across the training ground. The moment everyone strapped on the wristbands, they seemed to turn into acrobats, performing all over the open field.
Front flips, back flips, one-handed handstands, inverted hooks, Thomas spins, goat vaults...
A perfectly good boot camp had transformed into a giant circus.
Lin Qiye’s mouth twitched. After a moment’s hesitation, he slowly fastened the wristband onto his own wrist.
The instant it clicked shut, a violent electric current surged through his body. Caught off guard, every muscle clenched involuntarily—
And Lin Qiye executed a perfect front flip!
Just as a second flip was about to launch, he poured mental power into the device, barely countering the current and stopping it in time. He landed steadily.
But as the instructor had warned, the current’s strength changed constantly. Lin Qiye had to stay focused, adjusting his mental output to match.
"Harder than I expected..." he sighed.
On the platform, the instructor looked down at the chaotic scene below, lips spasming as he fought laughter. He nodded solemnly and offered a calm critique:
"Mm... more tumblers this year than last."
Of the two-hundred-odd recruits, only about twenty—Lin Qiye and Cao Yuan among them—managed to stop after a single flip. Half the rest churned out a dozen before gasping their way to control.
The remaining half were still flipping...
You had to admit, nearly a hundred recruits in uniform doing synchronized backflips across the field was quite a sight.
Unable to bear it any longer, the instructor waved a hand. "Dismissed! Go eat!"
In truth, the recruits were already "dismissed." The acrobatic detonators had obliterated any formation; the most enthusiastic flipper had somersaulted all the way to the canteen door.
Those who’d stabilized shuffled toward the mess hall, clenching teeth as they fed mental power into the bands, inching along like everyone had developed hemorrhoids.
Some, desperate for food, simply let go, flipping at top speed all the way to the chow line.
Soon Lin Qiye and Cao Yuan stood at a table.
"Why aren’t you eating?" Lin Qiye asked, slipping a piece of meat into his mouth as he studied Baili Pangpang’s pale face. "Not hungry?"
"Starving," Baili Pangpang said, eyes glued to the dishes. He swallowed hard. "But I’m scared I’ll lose control..."
The moment the words left his lips, temptation won. Lightning-fast, he stabbed a chunk of meat and stuffed it in—
Whoosh!
A backflip sent the meat flying to the floor.
Baili Pangpang: (╯﹏╰）
Luckily, recruit tables had no chairs; everyone ate standing. Otherwise that flip would’ve flipped the whole table.
Hiss... was the canteen designed exactly for this scenario?!
"Hard? Feels easy to me." Cao Yuan casually lifted a bite, chewing with loud appreciation. "Mmm, today’s meat is good."
Baili Pangpang stood pitifully, eyes glistening at Lin Qiye.
"Feed me..." he whimpered.
Lin Qiye exhaled, resigned. He bent, picked the meat off the floor, and popped it into Baili Pangpang’s mouth.
Thus Lin Qiye became Baili Pangpang’s strict yet doting parent, hand-feeding him. Whenever the fatty got excited, he’d reward Lin Qiye with a celebratory backflip.
Lin Qiye: (╯°□°）╯
No comparison, no harm—turns out plenty of other tables were doing the same...
Shen Qingzhu stood beside his table, one hand braced against his forehead, watching Deng Wei, Li Jia, and Li Liang tumble nonstop. He sighed deeply...
"Shen-ge, hungry~"
"Shen-ge, Shen-ge... I wanna eat!"
"Ahem, Shen-ge... could ya feed us..."
Shen Qingzhu inhaled, scooped up bowls and chopsticks, and stalked toward them, snarling:
"Dammit, stay still... one at a time!!"
...
Knock knock knock—
"Enter."
The head-instructor’s office door opened. Yuan Gang looked up, brows lifting as the boy walked in.
"You?"
Lin Qiye stepped to the desk and saluted.
"Reporting! I need to discuss something."
Yuan Gang nodded, stacking the files. "Sit."
Lin Qiye took the chair opposite, hesitated, then pulled a silver nameplate from his pocket and set it on the desk.
Yuan Gang’s eyes narrowed.
"A forbidden artifact?"
"Yes." Lin Qiye nodded. "During break I fought some Believers; this was spoils of war. Seems to hold the Forbidden Ruins called ‘Boiling Blood.’"
"Sequence 209, Boiling Blood..." Yuan Gang murmured, then glanced at Lin Qiye, already guessing. "You want to hand it in?"
"If I do... what do I get?" Lin Qiye asked carefully.
"Night Watch doesn’t stock many forbidden artifacts. Boiling Blood isn’t high-risk, but in the right situation it’s useful. Handing it in earns merit points or cash—your choice."
"Cash? How much?"
"Market price, about two million."
Lin Qiye sucked in a breath.
He’d taken it from Scorpion One’s corpse. He never liked the thing—limited combat value—so he’d wanted to unload it.
But he had no idea how to price or sell forbidden artifacts. Even if he found a black market, he lacked time to hunt buyers...
After weighing options, turning it in to Night Watch seemed safest and fastest.
Lin Qiye pondered, then said slowly:
"I’ll hand it in. In exchange... two million cash.
But I also want information."
"What kind?"
"About Chen Muye and Wu Xiangnan," Lin Qiye said quietly. "I want to know... what really happened to them?"