211: Chapter 212 needs some editing? Are you kidding me?

Just as the two were joking around, a low, powerful roar suddenly echoed through the night sky, moving from the distance toward them.

The two instinctively looked up and saw a helicopter painted in military camouflage, its navigation lights flashing.

Flying at a relatively low altitude, it sped toward the Pudong New Area—or more accurately, it seemed to be heading in the general direction of the 705 Research Institute—before quickly disappearing from their field of vision.

The playful smile on District Mayor Zhao Wenhao's face instantly vanished, his gaze tightening as a flicker of realization and shock crossed his eyes.

He turned his head sharply to look at Jiang Jing, his eyes filled with hidden meaning.

Jiang Jing withdrew his gaze as well. He shrugged, his tone indifferent: "Efficiency is quite high."

In just five words, everything was understood.

Both of them knew exactly why that military aircraft had suddenly appeared.

Elder Qin's actions were faster than they could have imagined—or rather, the higher-ups placed a level of importance on this "casual" gift that far exceeded their expectations.

District Mayor Zhao Wenhao took a deep breath and lowered his voice: "It seems that what you threw out this time wasn't a small pebble, but a nuclear bomb capable of creating a monstrous tidal wave..."

Jiang Jing shrugged indifferently: "The item has been handed over. How they use it and whether they can make good use of it is their business; my task is done."

Watching Jiang Jing's "I couldn't care less" attitude, District Mayor Zhao Wenhao opened his mouth to say something, but ultimately swallowed it back.

Yet, he found it impossible to suppress his excitement and agitation.

He grabbed Jiang Jing's shoulder again, refusing to let him leave: "No way, no way! This is such a huge happy event, we must celebrate!"

"If you won't go to a fancy hotel, then let's keep it down-to-earth. I know a barbecue stand nearby that's absolutely delicious. They're just setting up now—let's go, we have to grab a bite, otherwise, I definitely won't be able to sleep tonight."

Jiang Jing was pestered by him and had no choice. Seeing District Mayor Zhao Wenhao's glowing, excited face, he knew he couldn't dodge this meal, so he agreed: "Fine, fine. But we've got a deal: just one barbecue session, then we go our separate ways."

"No problem!" Seeing Jiang Jing relent, District Mayor Zhao Wenhao beamed and pulled him familiarly into an inconspicuous alley.

Sure enough, deep in the alley, there was a simple barbecue stand, bustling with life and the scent of smoke.

The owner was a middle-aged man wearing a greasy apron, sweating profusely as he grilled meat skewers, the aroma mouth-watering.

"Boss! Start us off with thirty lamb skewers and twenty beef skewers. Throw in some tendons, cartilage, chives, eggplant—whatever looks good, just bring it out!"

District Mayor Zhao Wenhao ordered loudly, then suddenly seemed to remember something. He winked mischievously at Jiang Jing and shouted to the owner: "Oh, right, Boss! The most important part! A dozen oysters! And five big kidneys! Give my brother a good boost—he's been… 'ahem'… overexerted lately. He needs to recharge!"

The owner heard this and immediately flashed an "I get it" grin, chuckling, "You got it! Don't worry, young man. My oysters and kidneys are absolutely fresh—just got the shipment in. I guarantee this handsome guy will be full of vigor and back to his prime in no time!"

Jiang Jing's face instantly darkened, and he let out a cold snort: "Do I look like I need a boost? Boss, don't listen to his nonsense."

District Mayor Zhao Wenhao fanned the flames from the side: "Oh, still playing tough! Look at those dark circles under your eyes (caused by the lighting) and that look of kidney deficiency (total slander)! We're all brothers here, don't be embarrassed—if you need a boost, you need a boost!"

Jiang Jing was completely speechless.

Was he supposed to tell District Mayor Zhao Wenhao that he possessed the system-granted "Indomitable" divine skill? Forget about just one Nazha; even if it were Leng Ba, Mimi, Yaya...

'Ahem', he was getting carried away. In short, he simply didn't need these worldly supplements, okay?

The problem was, this wasn't something he could explain clearly.

Consequently, he could only choke back his frustration and say fiercely to the owner: "... Add extra spice!"

The owner laughed and gave an OK gesture: "You got it! Young people have plenty of energy—extra spice it is! That'll be tasty!"

Soon, the sizzling, aromatic skewers were served on the small, slightly greasy folding table in front of them.

District Mayor Zhao Wenhao ordered a few bottles of ice-cold beer.

The two of them sat on small plastic stools by the curb, completely unconcerned with their image, and began to feast on the barbecue.

"Mmm! Delicious! This place really hits the spot!" District Mayor Zhao Wenhao ripped a large mouthful of lamb off the skewer and downed half a glass of ice-cold beer, sighing contentedly. "This is way better than those steaks at Western restaurants!"

Jiang Jing took a bite and nodded. The owner's skills were indeed impressive; the heat was controlled perfectly, and the seasoning was evenly applied and flavorful. The spice, in particular, was punchy without being overwhelming.

As they ate, the two chatted about everything under the sun.

The conversation drifted from entertainment gossip to international politics, and from economic trends to topics that every man understands.

District Mayor Zhao Wenhao would occasionally tease Jiang Jing about the oysters and kidneys, and Jiang Jing would retort with even sharper wit.

Who would have thought that in this noisy, bustling alleyway barbecue stand, these two men—one wealthy, one powerful—would be sitting there, mouths greasy from skewers, playfully tearing each other down...

After they had eaten and drunk their fill, a table full of bamboo skewers remained.

District Mayor Zhao Wenhao paid the bill contentedly and patted his stomach. "Satisfying! Let's go. I'll drive you back to the hotel, or your beauty will be getting anxious."

"Duh. You brought me out, so you have to bring me back…" Jiang Jing said, looking like it was only natural.

The car soon returned to the entrance of the luxury hotel.

District Mayor Zhao Wenhao watched Jiang Jing get out of the car. In the end, he couldn't help but say seriously: "Jiang Jing, thanks… really."

Jiang Jing waved his hand casually without looking back: "I'm off."

Walking into the hotel lobby and through the luxurious, quiet corridor, Jiang Jing swiped his card and opened the door to the presidential suite.

Under the soft lights, Nazha was curled up on the massive living room sofa, playing with her phone. She was wearing a silk nightgown that accentuated her alluring curves.

Hearing the door open, she immediately looked up, a bright smile blossoming on her face. She hopped off the sofa and ran over barefoot.

"Brother Jiang Jing, you're back!" She threw herself into Jiang Jing's arms, wrapped her hands around his neck, stood on her tiptoes, and pecked him on the lips.

But the next moment, her dainty nose wrinkled slightly, and she said in a coquettish tone: "Huh? You've been drinking, and you smell like barbecue!"

Jiang Jing chuckled and pulled her slender waist toward him, feeling the warmth and softness in his arms. He lowered his head, breathed into her ear, and whispered: "District Mayor Zhao Wenhao dragged me to a roadside stand for a late-night snack. What, are you put off by it?"

"Not at all!" Nazha shook her head, her cheeks flushing slightly. "It's just… I'm just a little surprised."

She couldn't imagine Jiang Jing sitting at a roadside stand eating skewers.

"Go take a shower~" Nazha pushed him gently, her voice soft and sweet, her eyes filled with a mix of anticipation and shyness.

Jiang Jing looked at her, appearing ready for him to take as he pleased. Remembering the jokes from District Mayor Zhao Wenhao and the barbecue stand owner about "kidney tonics," a wicked smile curled the corners of his lips.

"Alright. Want to shower together?" he asked, deliberately leaning in close.

Nazha's face turned bright red instantly, and she gave him a coquettish punch. "You're annoying! Who wants to shower with you? Go on, get in there."

Jiang Jing laughed heartily, released her in high spirits, and headed toward the bathroom.

Nazha watched his retreating figure and touched her burning cheeks, her heart rate accelerating involuntarily.

She knew that what awaited her next would be a night that would leave her intoxicated and wild.

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Jiang Jing looked at his own still-energetic reflection in the mirror and gave a mental thumbs-up to the system-granted skill.

"Indomitable—how could that ever be measured by a few skewers of oysters and kidneys? Hmph..."