As soon as the words fell, the wall behind Ji Qiutang completely shattered in an instant. The violent way of breaking through the wall was almost side by side with Bi Xia. If it weren’t for Bi Xia’s warning, if Ji Qiutang had dodged a bit slower, he might have been hit by the stones a few times.

With the collapse of the wall, the dust raised carried a bit of wind. The long-haired youth standing at the front, usually with a mischievous and frivolous expression, was now expressionless, his peach blossom eyes cold and sharp, tinged with a bit of anger. His casual outfit, with the hem fluttering, appeared carefree and dashing, yet was full of murderous aura.

Behind the youth, Wei Ming stood to the side, surrounded by a faint glow of spiritual power. His hair was disheveled, and he was gasping for breath. When he caught sight of Bi Xia and Ji Qiutang, his eyes widened instantly. He took a stride past the long-haired youth at the front, stretched out his long arms, and sidestepped Little Eight, who was cradled in Bi Xia’s arms, directly hugging Bi Xia, his voice slightly trembling, "I was scared to death... scared to death... I thought..."

"You thought the two of us were done for?" Bi Xia smiled lightly.

"Boss!" Meng Chi’s figure emerged from behind the long-haired youth, his eyes bloodshot and visibly so. Even with the oppressive presence exuded by the long-haired youth in front of him, Meng Chi still hurriedly approached Bi Xia, quickly pushing Wei Ming aside, tightly grasping Bi Xia’s shoulders, carefully inspecting him.

Seeing those starry eyes with a trace of a smile, Meng Chi finally felt reassured. He gritted his teeth and said, "I knew you hadn’t gone back! Do you know how crazily we’ve been searching for you?"

"Worrying about you at the explosion site. Indeed, Xiao and I even went to the underground parking lot with you. We blew up your phone with calls!"

"I’m fine. What about you guys? Are you hurt?" Bi Xia asked.

"No," Meng Chi shook his head coldly, "The explosion only affected the basement level one, and above that, it only shook a bit."

Bi Xia nodded, rubbing his chin, "In that case, the materials of this Longao KTV building are really quite good. Later, let’s take back a piece of their board and see what material they used."

Meng Chi: ...

Ji Qiutang laughed, "Is this what we should be concerned about right now?"

Bi Xia glanced sideways at Ji Qiutang, whose eyes remained fixed on Wei Ming, who was standing next to him but kept hesitatingly looking toward Ji Qiutang. Bi Xia sneered coldly, "You should mind your own business first, Second Brother."

"Hmm?" Ji Qiutang paused, turning his eyes to the side, only to see Wei Ming staring at him with wide eyes, the previous indifference and hesitation vanished, now only leaving Ji Qiutang puzzled with... guilt?

"Little Eight, why are you..."

"Second Brother!" Wei Ming abruptly interrupted Ji Qiutang’s words, yelling out loud, startling Meng Chi, who originally looked displeased. Meng Chi planned to take advantage of Bi Xia’s guilty conscience to have a good talk with him, but now was completely scared back by Wei Ming.

Meng Chi: ...Damn!

Seeing Wei Ming’s state, if Ji Qiutang still couldn’t understand Wei Ming’s thoughts at this moment, he truly wouldn’t be worthy of the title of ’strategist.’ He smiled slightly, raising his hand to pat Wei Ming’s shoulder, "I’m fine, don’t worry, Little Eight."

Hearing Ji Qiutang’s words, Wei Ming’s eyes immediately turned red, and he hugged Ji Qiutang tightly, howling like a wolf, "Second Brother! I’m sorry! I misunderstood you! I’m sorry!"

"It’s okay," Ji Qiutang paused, coughed once, and comforted Wei Ming with a tone full of an elder brother’s demeanor, "I shouldn’t have stopped you in such an extreme way. Let’s call it even and let it pass now."

Tsk, seeing the touched yet guilty, tear-streaked Wei Ming, then looking at Ji Qiutang’s face, which was full of a comforting smile like that of a good brother, Bi Xia rolled his eyes, hypocritical pretentious gentleman.

Lowering his head, he took off his mask, playing with it with one hand. After a moment, Bi Xia slowly lifted his starry eyes. There was a faint smile in those eyes, flowing like the brief appearance of a meteor against a starry sky, fleeting yet so beautiful that it makes one unwilling to forget.

With a slight curve of his red lips, snapping a sound in his mouth, he handed the mask and child to Meng Chi, stepping towards the blasted hole in the wall.

Standing firm, looking at the long-haired youth with a stern face outside, he chuckled softly, "Didn’t I get you a ticket for tomorrow?"

"Couldn’t wait." The long-haired youth replied earnestly.

"What, wanted to see me?" Bi Xia blinked a single eye, mischievously and wickedly asking.

The long-haired youth’s expression didn’t change, but he nodded solemnly, "Yes."

Laughing out loud, Bi Xia helplessly touched his forehead, laughing softly, then after a moment, stepped forward gently, hugging the long-haired youth of about the same height as him, his voice faint yet extremely serious, "Thank you for coming to find me."

With that, he straightened up slightly, his starry eyes glittering with a smile, extending his hand, "Nice to meet you for the first time, Hello, Fifth, I’m Bi Xia."