Jin Weili felt that he hadn’t done anything significant and was somewhat undeserving, but the Sages stated that this was truly what he deserved. So Jin Weili was very happy. Today happened to be the day that the Golden Messenger, Zhao Weihang, who was skilled at using teleportation channels, came to Tianjin to collect letters. The young man specially wrote a 5,000-word letter home, with the first 200 words asking if the family was well. The remaining 4,800 words were all boasting about himself, and he included the medal with the letter. Hmph, this time I must show my family how impressive I am. Do you see? I got the Medal of Excellent Service. After sending the letter, enjoying a rare holiday, Jin Weili played a round of billiards in the relaxation area. As he was leaving, he felt strange passing by a sofa—he clearly wanted to find a place to rest, so why didn’t he think of sitting here? With this thought, Jin Weili suddenly noticed Mr. Malin sitting on that sofa, holding a hefty book in one hand and happily licking an ice cream cone with the other. Noticing Jin Weili’s gaze, Mr. Malin smiled: "Looks like you’ve gotten stronger too." "Ah! Lord Malin! Why didn’t you show yourself!" Jin Weili exclaimed. His shout caught the attention of everyone in the relaxation area, and with his reminder, the higher Sequence holders and Legendary all noticed Malin. After being greeted by these guys, Malin gave Jin Weili a side glance: "Look at the mess you’ve caused. You know if I show up, just dealing with everyone greeting me would have me nodding my head from morning till night." Jin Weili chuckled foolishly, repeatedly saying it wouldn’t happen. To this, Malin could only smile — see, fools have their fortune too. "By the way, Sir, when did you come back?" Jin Weili asked again. Malin looked up: "Just now, while you were playing billiards. I got a cone from the ice cream machine. Speaking of which, why is there a spicy flavor here?" Talking about this, Malin really felt a headache, because when he saw the chili powder on the ice cream squeezed out of the machine, he instantly thought of the chefs from Hunan, Sichuan, and Jiangxi who even added chili to boiled cabbage in the canteen. For a while, Malin suspected that they must have some unspeakable relationship, or even an actual deal, with the director of the nearby private proctology hospital. "Well, because there are chefs from the Southwest Provinces, the troops and Legendary joined the army, and as long as the chefs from the Southwest Provinces are on duty, the soldiers from the entire Southeast Provinces will cuss," said Jin Weili, "By the way, Sir, yours shouldn’t be spicy, right." "Yes, I got it from another machine," Malin said, pointing at another machine, "Oh, you don’t mind, right?" "Legendary has their own special meals," Jin Weili mentioned this, smiling a bit shyly. Malin also laughed and at the same time noticed a teleportation rift establishing coordinates nearby, considering it should be the public teleportation coordinates of the camp, and confirming the incoming location: "Interesting, from New Hangzhou," "Ah, it must be Brother Zhao Weihang returning. I asked him to send a letter for me today." Once Jin Weili mentioned this, he got excited. Malin listened for a while before realizing this kid was bragging to his family today. After confirming the person emerging from the teleportation channel, a middle-aged man, it should be Zhao Weihang that Jin Weili mentioned. It’s said that he is also a transcendent of a special type, a unique Sequence produced by public Sequence mutation. He can open a teleportation channel ignoring the usual teleport distance, able to establish a gateway from the Great Lakes in the North to the South, with the only requirement being someone providing him with coordinates, and he can bring only one person along. No wonder Jin Weili called him the Golden Messenger; the Sequence here really is the best at delivering messages and people. Thinking of this, Malin turned his head to Jin Weili: "By the way, Weili, an old man came with Zhao Weihang, he kind of looks like you around the eyebrows, a big bald head, hair on both sides sticking up... Is he your family?" As Malin said this, he suddenly felt he had seen this old man somewhere before. "Of course! It’s my grandpa! He must have seen my medal, haha, I should be the first in the Jin family’s younger generation to receive this medal," Jin Weili said, already spotting his grandpa, so he ran over smiling. Yes, it’s you, Mishima Heihachi. Malin laughed — indeed, only novels need to be reasonable, reality doesn’t even have these two words. If you look at human history, it’s filled with two words — absurd. But considering that this is someone else’s family matter, Malin didn’t need to watch, so he turned his attention back to the novel in his hand — this was a copy of the Galaxy Heroes Legend from a private library in Mark City. The owner of the library was a very clumsy bear, who couldn’t understand any of the books in the library, but he kept them to appear cultured. When Malin went to copy it, he said not to charge, but Malin eventually found him a set of Holmes detective stories in a magic-altered version he wrote, to add to his collection. Turning a page, Malin noticed something flying towards him at subsonic cruising speed. For safety reasons, Malin slumped onto the sofa, and a second later, he looked up to see Jin Weili, with a face swollen like a pig’s head, flying overhead.