# 298
Chapter 298: Reunion
“Looking for me?” Boss Han sneered, grabbed the tray An Qingyu hadn’t finished, and flung it against the wall!
Clang—!!
The clear metallic ring echoed through the dead-silent cafeteria. Food splattered across the floor. Boss Han narrowed his eyes, glaring down at An Qingyu.
“One-Eye and Scarface—both died by your hand, didn’t they?” His voice was ice.
An Qingyu didn’t answer, didn’t even look at him. His gaze was fixed on the figure who’d just stepped into the cafeteria. He rose from his seat.
The instant he stood, every nearby prisoner edged forward half a step, boxing him in, eyes flashing warnings.
“Move. I’m going to find someone.” An Qingyu’s brows drew together.
“Find someone? I’m talking to you! You think you’re above me?!” Boss Han roared.
Just then, one of his lackeys glanced back, face twisting. He leaned in and whispered something.
Boss Han blinked, turned, and saw Lin Qiye strolling toward the serving window as if the room were empty, not sparing them a glance.
“That punk?” Boss Han muttered. He shot An Qingyu a sidelong smirk. “The one you want is him?”
Without waiting for an answer, he went on, “Perfect. Saves me trouble—tonight I’ll kill you both.”
He flicked a glance at his men; a dozen immediately stalked toward Lin Qiye.
…
Tray in hand, Lin Qiye turned to find a quiet corner far from Boss Han.
He’d noticed the crowd surrounding someone, but too many bodies blocked the view. Not his business anyway.
You fight, I eat. Don’t bother me, I won’t bother you.
The next second, that plan died.
A dozen prisoners closed in, ringed him, and the leader growled, “Sick-boy, the boss wants a word. Come with us.”
Lin Qiye frowned. “Wants me?”
He looked past them to the corner; the shifted circle revealed the boy at its center, and his face lit up in pure surprise.
“Refusing?” the leader snarled.
“Sure,” Lin Qiye nodded, “let’s go.”
The escort blinked at his sudden cheer, then led him to Boss Han.
“Kid, we meet again.” Boss Han bared a cruel grin. “No Night Watch dogs this time—who’s gonna save you?”
Lin Qiye stepped into the ring, ignored Boss Han, and sat opposite An Qingyu.
The two boys met each other’s eyes and smiled.
“Never thought I’d see you here… figured you vanished with Cangnan City,” Lin Qiye said softly.
“Ten years ago I was studying in the next city—missed the calamity,” An Qingyu replied, studying him. “You look saner than I expected.”
“I was never sick,” Lin Qiye shrugged. “Or I’m cured.”
“Then why stay?”
“They want to observe me another year.”
“Long time.”
“Yeah…”
They chatted like old friends in a café, Beethoven in the background, while surrounded by convicts.
Boss Han’s face turned green.
Bang—!!
He smashed the table in half with one fist; splinters flew.
“Where do you think you are? Who do you think I am—your waiter?”
He stomped the broken slab to dust. “Today, neither of you leaves alive!”
Lin Qiye glanced at the wreckage and sighed. “Mind if we tidy up first, then keep talking?”
An Qingyu nodded. “Agreed.”
“Forbidden Ruins don’t work here. How many can you handle?”
“I don’t fight.” An Qingyu shook his head. Blood beads seeped from his fingertip, an invisible thread unspooling…
“But I kill.”
Lin Qiye sensed the Ghost Silk, surprised, then thoughtful. “Hold back a bit—dozens of corpses are messy. Just teach them a lesson.”
“As you say.”
Boss Han, ignored, exploded. “Get them! Tear them apart!”
Boom—!!
Forty-plus prisoners surged. Roars shook the rafters.
Lin Qiye and An Qingyu moved.
Lin Qiye sidestepped as if eyes grew from his back, vaulted off a bench, and scythed a flying kick.
An Qingyu was stranger: every fist aimed at him jerked upward, puppeteered by unseen threads. When he clenched his own hand, bloody slashes erupted across the chests behind him; men screamed and fell.
Lin Qiye tapped a bench, drifted into the mob, a single chopstick in hand, eyes closing.
He murmured:
“Drunk amid three thousand guests beneath blossoms bright;
One sword of frost chills fourteen provinces outright.”
Clink—!!
A clear sword-cry rang; the chopstick became a peerless blade. Sword-qi rolled out like winter tide.