Chapter 109: Silent and Unseen

“Hell Impmon, mature form, virus type, special move: Nightmare Shock...”
“Little Devilmon, growing form, virus type, special move: Little Devil Projection...”

Two new cards appeared in Qin Fei’s hand. Stirred by a sudden thought, he glanced toward the warehouse entrance and saw four Digieggs rolling out from inside.

Clearly, LorettaMon had already dealt with them perfectly.

Qin Fei nodded, then cradled two Digieggs and climbed back over the wall. LorettaMon appeared as well, carrying the other two eggs and following closely behind.

Passing by the front door of the White Bird Steamed Bun Shop again, Qin Fei looked at the man inside who still seemed listless and shook his head.

The man had fallen into this state because of his gambling addiction, an unfortunate fate. It was a pity for the child and wife who had always supported him. Sometimes, gambling could ruin families—some lost everything. Though he didn’t deserve sympathy, Qin Fei still hoped he would see reason and turn his life around.

While the Hell Impmon’s influence played a part in his downfall, most of it stemmed from his inner confusion and despair.

“...”

“This is Qin Fei. The digital incident at area C307 has been resolved. Please send someone to collect the Digieggs...”

“What?! So soon?”

Through the earpiece, Shunai’s astonished voice came immediately.

From reporting the incident to resolving it had taken less than half an hour. Qin Fei’s efficiency stunned some operators at DATS. Only after repeated confirmation did they agree to dispatch personnel to collect the eggs.

Checking the time, Qin Fei estimated when DATS would arrive, then glanced once more at the White Bird Steamed Bun Shop beside him. After a brief hesitation, he stepped inside.

...

“Boss, do you have White Bird Steamed Buns for sale?”

Suddenly, a hopeful child’s voice rang out, awakening the man who had been dozing off.

“Sorry, little brother, this shop has closed down.”

The man’s face, worn and tired, revealed some inner conflict as he looked into the child’s hopeful eyes.

“How could it be... I finally...”

“...”

“What’s wrong?”

Seeing the boy’s expression turn to deep disappointment, the middle-aged man asked compassionately.

“Well... my mother is sick and has been bedridden for a long time. I want her to get better soon...”

The boy hesitated, then said, “My mom used to love the White Bird Steamed Buns from here. Maybe if she eats them again, she’ll get well... I didn’t expect they’re no longer sold... sniffle.”

“...”

The man was stunned. Somehow, he thought of his own bedridden wife and his son, who always wanted to become a pastry chef like him.

Looking at the boy, he felt as if the child’s figure was slowly merging with that of his own son.

“...”

“Could you wait a moment? I’ll check if there are enough ingredients in the kitchen.”

Suddenly, the man spoke, and the gloom on his face vanished, replaced by a long-lost warmth.

“Really? Okay!”

The boy nodded excitedly, eyes shining with anticipation.

Before long, the man brought out a steaming basket of bird-shaped buns, fragrant and hot.

“This is wonderful! This is wonderful!”

Watching the boy drooling at the sight of the White Bird Steamed Buns, the man smiled with relief.

“Thank you, uncle. How much do I owe you?”

After selecting several buns and putting them into a bag, the boy eagerly asked, seeming eager to leave and bring them to his mother.

“No need. Consider this a gift from me.”

The man smiled gently, feeling as though something he had long neglected had been found again.

“So... if I want to buy them again in the future, will they still be available? Such delicious buns—if they disappear, a lot of people would regret it.”

The man was surprised. After his downfall, he hadn’t realized so many people cared.

“Of course. My White Bird Steamed Bun Shop will reopen. You can come anytime you want to eat them.”

“Okay.”

Watching the boy’s retreating figure, the man’s gloom vanished completely. As if making a decision, he took out a long-unused shop sign from a corner...

“...”

...

“That was a convincing act.”

Lolo reached into the bag in Qin Fei’s hand, took out a small bird-shaped bun, and took a bite, chewing quickly with small, eager mouthfuls.

“Hmm, it would be a shame to waste such fine craftsmanship.”

Qin Fei pulled out his Tyrannomon and BlackWarGreymon, releasing them to share the White Bird Steamed Buns, which were said to have been featured on television.

After all, just by playing the role of a poor child once, he had gotten a free bag of pastries—what could be wrong with that?

“Screech~”

A car bearing the DATS emblem suddenly pulled up beside Qin Fei. The door opened, and a stylish woman with short burgundy hair stepped out, looking at him reproachfully.

“Qin Fei, why did you act alone again without permission?! You got lucky this time. If you encounter a Digimon you can’t handle, you could get yourself into serious danger... If you do this again...”

Seeing Qin Fei crouched on the ground, gently rocking four Digieggs in one hand while eating something with the other, Shunai finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Listening to Shunai’s scolding, Qin Fei just smiled and continued savoring the bun, offering no rebuttal.

Her concern for him was genuine, after all.

With a sigh, Shunai felt powerless against this stubborn child before her.

So she decided to inspect the four Digieggs at his feet.

“One Hell Impmon, three Little Devilmon...”

One mature form and three growing forms, all quietly defeated by this boy without a sound. Shunai looked at Qin Fei again, incredulous.

The battles at Daimon’s place were on the opposite extreme.

After every fight there, Shunai had to worry about how to repair and restore the scene.

But Qin Fei’s battles never disturbed even the nearest homeowners, and there was no need to use memory erasers.

“I think Daimon should learn from you.”

Hearing Shunai’s joke, Qin Fei shook his head quickly. Daimon learning from him? That stubborn fellow would probably challenge him to a fight first.

Moreover, the reason Qin Fei could fight without damage was largely because he borrowed the invisibility skill of Spiritmon. He couldn’t teach others that.

Some of his hidden techniques were better kept secret.

“Shunai, want some?”

Qin Fei offered the remaining White Bird Steamed Buns to Shunai.

“Is this... White Bird Steamed Buns?!”

Looking at the familiar-looking pastries, Shunai was even more surprised.

“I thought the shop had closed? It’s famous enough to have been on the news before. How did you get these?”

Shunai accepted the bun generously and savored its aroma.

“No, I asked the shop owner. White Bird An’s White Bird Steamed Buns are reopening...”

Qin Fei smacked his lips, finding the taste quite good.