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Chen Jie responded and called Xiao Hu over, “Hu Zi, keep an eye on them, and don’t let anything happen.”

After hearing this, Xiao Hu said, “You can count on me, Brother Jiu Si.”

Chen Jie, reassured by these words, followed in the direction of the black-clothed beauty, and quickly made several turns before arriving at the blacksmith’s shop.

The two didn’t walk around the walls but leaped directly into the smithy. Once inside, Chen Jie addressed the black-clad Red Face in front of him, “Is it Miss He or Miss Lian?”

Upon hearing this, the woman in black flashed a charming smile, and at the sight of that enchanting grin, Chen Jie instantly realized it was Han He, not the silly Han Lian.

With this in mind, Chen Jie said, “Oh, it’s Miss He. What guidance do you have?”

Han He said, “You took our secret manual. What about your plan? Our batch of military equipment will be completed in five days, how are you planning on getting them out of the city? Have you thought it through?”

Chen Jie paused upon hearing this and replied, “I have some ideas, but I still need time to prepare.”

Hearing this, Han He continued, “Then hurry up. The situation in the Northern is very tense; they urgently need this batch of military equipment.”

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“We can’t wait much longer.”

Chen Jie said, “Yes, I know. I will do it as quickly as possible.”

After hearing this Han He added, “Oh, and I came to see you today for another matter. Your spear is forged.”

Upon hearing this, Sun Tiechui emerged, holding two short sections of the spear and tossed them to Chen Jie, saying, “Catch.”

Chen Jie caught the thrown spear and felt its heaviness in hand and a faint warmth, the effect of the Fire Iron inside.

With a flip of his hand, Chen Jie twisted the middle part, transforming it into a dark red spear.

The spear was over two meters long with a tip made of heavy metal. Half of the Fire Iron was used on the tip, turning it red and embellished with flame patterns.

Next was the spear’s body, forged with Bin Tie, and the rest of the Fire Iron was incorporated into the body, which bore a red dragon pattern.

Chen Jie admired the spear in his hands, finding it exceptionally fitting. He executed a set of Spear Technique, and with the final thrust, he pierced through the courtyard wall. Without claiming it could slice through iron as if it were mud, the sharpness was evident.

What a fine weapon!

Chen Jie sighed in appreciation, and Sun Tiechui asked, “Well, how is it?”

Chen Jie smiled, “A fine weapon, truly worthy of Master Sun’s craftsmanship.”

Sun Tiechui acknowledged, “Hmm, I put a lot of effort into this spear. In your hands, it’s likely to show its brilliance. Oh, and you should name it!”

Chen Jie thought for a moment and then directly said, “Fire Dragon.”

Simple yet powerful, a name befitting its stature. Sun Tiejiang commented, “That’s a good name.”

After exchanging pleasantries, Chen Jie turned to Qiao Hongyan, “What about Miss Lian’er?”

Hearing this, Qiao Hongyan displayed a helpless expression and turned her head towards the street.

…

“I saw it first.”

“No, I saw it first!”

On the street, a tall woman and a small child were having a stare-down over a large meat bun in front of them. The bun shop of the East City Zhao Family was famous, especially for its meat soup buns, which were well-known.

As such, they sold out as soon as the stall opened, and for the last remaining bun, two customers had arrived.

One was the tall woman with a scar on her face (disguised),

and the other was a child of only five or six years, yet unusually brave, followed by a half-grown boy.

At that moment, both were fighting over the last meat soup bun.

“Ruirui, that’s enough. Your teacher’s mother must be getting anxious.”

“No, the bun is mine.”

The boy anxiously said to the woman, “Miss, please let us have the bun. We’ll pay double and wait for the next batch for you.”

“It’s not okay; I want this one!”

At that moment, the woman wouldn’t give any ground either.

Just as the two were tussling, suddenly a wailing cry rose from a distance, “Ah, grandpa, please let our wife go, I’m begging you.”

“Scram!”

With a thud, a man was kicked and sent flying, and the crowd then saw a Mulan man with several house servants surrounding a beautiful tavern matron, preparing to take liberties and assault her.

Seeing this, people around quickly moved aside, with not a single person daring to step forward, all of them angering silently but not speaking out.

Could they dare to block a Mulan person and risk their lives?

Killing you would just cost them a donkey.

At that moment, the Mulan noble grasped the matron, ready to tear her clothes, and she screamed and struggled, “No, don’t.”

Slap!

Unexpectedly, the Mulan man landed a slap across her face.

The matron was hit so hard that blood filled her mouth, and the Mulan man glared and shouted, “I fancy you, and you should be honored! Don’t push your luck.”

“Help, someone help!”

The matron called out loudly. At that moment, the Mulan man laughed and said, “Go on, scream. Even if you scream your throat out, no one…”

Smack!

Just then, a bun flew and smashed into his face, soup splattering all over him, scalding him to the point he looked up howling, “Who?!”

It was then a child’s voice suddenly rang out, “Bad man, let go of this auntie!”