What happened to the Delta Force? It turned into Arknights!

"Don't let your mind wander..." Han Fei shook his head repeatedly, banishing the thought. He took a deep breath, gazed at Remian with unprecedented devotion, and said, "Lend me your luck!"

"what?"

Remien tilted her head, her delicate brows furrowing slightly in confusion, her voice filled with bewilderment, "How can I lend this to you?"

Luck is such an elusive thing; even if Remy was willing, she couldn't think of a way to lend it to Han Fei.

Volume 1: Chapter 99 Joy

The next second, Han Fei very directly showed Remy Ann what to do through his actions.

Han Fei then extended his right hand directly to Remiu An, his five fingers spread, and said, "Hold my hand and lend me your luck."

"So this is ah."

Remianne couldn't help but smile, a knowing smile appearing in her pink eyes.

She thought it would require some complicated Originium Arts, but it turned out to be just such a warm touch.

She gently raised her slender, fair hand, and slowly, with an almost solemn tenderness, placed her fingertips on Han Fei's warm, broad palm, whispering, "Alright, I've lent you my luck, but..."

She winked playfully, "But be careful with it, okay? Don't squander it all at once."

Han Fei immediately closed his large hand, completely enveloping the slightly cool and soft small hand in his palm, as if he had truly grasped something precious.

He took a deep breath, as if performing some kind of sacred ritual, and whispered, "Sister An, help me! Heart of Africa, come—!"

As he spoke, Han Fei solemnly opened the bag in front of him.

This was no ordinary soldier's bag. Although the corpse was deformed and Han Fei could not recognize its original identity, the red color on its clothing still indicated that it was not a grunt, but an elite squad leader.

Special units have a chance to leave the Heart of Africa!

Although Han Fei had never gotten his Heart of Africa from the soldier's bag—his Heart of Africa was either in the bird's nest or the big safe in the key room—he had seen videos and knew that someone had gotten their Heart of Africa from the soldier's bag.

Even more outrageous, some people have found the Heart of Africa in shield soldier boxes that had been opened by others.

However, as the magnifying glass rotated, Han Fei's expression, like a rollercoaster, plummeted from full of anticipation to the bottom—he collapsed.

The Heart of Africa? African wood carving!

The backpack didn't contain the African Heart that Han Fei had been longing for; only the comically shaped wooden sculpture lay there alone, as if silently mocking Han Fei's wishful thinking.

"Looks like my luck isn't so good after all."

Remien crouched down, tilted her head slightly, looked at Han Fei's dejected face, and said in a voice as soft as a feather brushing against the heart, "Or, how about letting someone else try?"

His tone carried a perfectly balanced blend of self-deprecation and reassurance.

"Don't say such things!"

Han Fei immediately interrupted, gripping her hand even tighter, as if trying to draw more strength from her.

He turned his head, his gaze fixed intently on Remian, his tone resolute: "I believe in you, Remian! You're the best, you can do it! My heart for Africa rests on your shoulders!"

"really?"

Remien tilted her head, her pink eyes filled with gentle starlight, gazing intently at his slightly stubborn face, a sly smile quietly blooming on her lips, "Then how about I lend you a little more?"

As soon as she finished speaking, the hand that Han Fei was holding suddenly moved slightly.

It's no longer just a simple handshake.

Her fingers deftly, with an irresistible tenderness, slowly slipped between Han Fei's fingers.

Their fingers were intertwined tightly.

She raised their tightly intertwined hands, her smile dazzling in the soft morning light, yet her voice remained gentle: "Alright, now I've given you all my luck, okay? There's nothing left."

The close fit between her palms, the delicate touch of her skin between her fingers, and the slightly smug smile on her face as she raised her hand to announce her arrival…

All of this made Han Fei feel, for the first time ever, completely lost and disoriented.

Han Fei always thought he had a strong heart and a thick skin, so he wasn't afraid to mess with manhole covers and trash cans in the Lateran city.

But at this moment, an unfamiliar, scalding heat surged uncontrollably up to her cheeks and ears.

"Cough cough."

He coughed sharply twice, almost awkwardly turning his head away to avoid Remy Anna's all-seeing gaze, trying to make his voice sound calm and even, and said in a feigned composure:

"Alright, watch me use all your luck to find an African heart."

The deliberately raised tone only revealed his panic and confusion at that moment.

Such a disguise is almost as transparent as a windowpane in front of someone as perceptive as Remy.

But she just smiled, without the slightest intention of exposing him. Her other hand casually supported her cheek, her pink eyes curving into beautiful crescents. She gazed quietly, with boundless tolerance and tenderness, at the man beside her who was clearly shy but was still trying to appear calm.

Han Fei took a deep breath, as if to suppress the heat on his face. He reached out again and saw a red elite bag on the ground, which belonged to the greatsword squad leader.

As he touched it, the search interface immediately opened.

There weren't many things in the bag: a three-compartment bag and two one-compartment bags.

In the continent, there are almost no treasures in the three grids; most likely, they are just random junk like armor repairmen.

The only thing Han Fei could hope for was the two squares at the top.

Soon, the first square appeared, and Han Fei stared at it intently. His expression instantly fell even more drastically than before.

Whose yogurt is this?

Remian's delicate brows furrowed slightly. What she found inside the package was meaningless to her.

Her gaze remained fixed on the face of the man beside her. The undisguised disappointment between his brows was like a tiny thorn, gently pricking her heart.

"Still not working?" Remian's voice softened.

"Don't rush, it's not over yet."

Han Fei didn't close the search interface and said without looking up.

Then the second one slowly began to rotate. The magnifying glass symbol kept rotating, but showed no sign of stopping.

This undoubtedly made Han Fei's heart jump.

With his extensive experience, he knew all too well what was going on; it meant there was a room key in the bag!

Han Fei immediately forgot that Remian was beside him and started muttering, "President, President, if it really doesn't work out, I can accept the Blue Core, I don't mind the manager's office in the East Building, and if all else fails, the King's Room will do, bro, please bro, give me a picture of the President!"

As Han Fei muttered to himself, the black square revealed its true form.

This isn't a high-value red room key, but a gold-quality room key with a few small print on it:

[The Tower of Babel provides...]

Holy crap! That's awesome!

After a brief moment of surprise, an indescribable ecstasy surged through Han Fei's body like an electric current, and a feeling of excitement immediately flooded his mind.

Almost instinctively, he turned around abruptly and scooped up Remian, who was crouching beside him, in his arms!

"Sister An!"

Han Fei's voice trembled with excitement. Holding the lithe girl in his arms, he even spun her around halfway in his arms, his face beaming with undisguised, childlike ecstasy. "You're my lucky star! My personal queen of good fortune!"

"ah!"

Caught off guard, Remianne let out a short cry of surprise as her body was instantly lifted into the air.

Remien had absolutely no idea what was going on; she didn't even know what the greatsword leader possessed.

But at this moment, Han Fei's smile, as radiant as sunlight piercing through dark clouds, crashed into her eyes without reservation.

The pure, almost overflowing joy in that smile was more powerful than any explanation.

The next second, all the surprise on her face melted away, and a bright, pure smile, even a little silly from being infected by his happiness, bloomed on her face like a flower.

She even subconsciously wrapped her free hand around Han Fei's neck to steady herself and respond to this sudden, intense joy.

"Did I help you?" Remy's gentle voice rang in his ear, carrying a hint of relief. "That's wonderful."

"Yes, Sister An."

Han Fei nodded vigorously, his movements so large they almost made Remy An in his arms sway. He quickly steadied himself, his face showing genuine seriousness and gratitude, and said, "You're truly my lucky star, that's wonderful, Sister An."

Don't be fooled by his constant use of "President" and the impression that he only cares about the red card and looks down on all other cards. In reality, he's just trying to motivate himself.

Veteran players know how difficult it is to get red cards. It's no exaggeration to say that getting a nine-slot red card is easier than getting a CEO card.

Han Fei's expectation was that having a purple room card would be a good deal.

Now, a golden key card undoubtedly exceeded his expectations.

"That's great."

Remien sensed his genuine joy, and her pink eyes filled with laughter.

She gently patted Han Fei's strong shoulder, her voice carrying a hint of barely perceptible mischief, and reminded him, "But, my lucky warrior, shouldn't you put me down? If this keeps up, I'll forget how to put my feet on the ground."

Volume 1: Chapter 100 Beneath the Embers

"call out--"

A long, drawn-out whistle, clearly mischievous, suddenly came from Mostima's mouth.

She leaned against the SUV, her blue eyes flashing with undisguised teasing, and said, "I think that Mr. Han Fei is really quite charming."

Fiameta was maintaining her crossbow when she heard the sound. She glanced at Mostima with a questioning look in her eyes.

Mostima gestured in that direction, and Fiameta looked over, just in time to see the two of them embracing each other.

Fiamet raised an eyebrow, somewhat surprised, but not entirely, and said, "It's not surprising, after all, he's a nice person, although, sometimes..."

Fiamet paused, considered for a moment, and then used a non-aggressive adjective: "Something's strange."

At the same time, in the carriage, Texas, sitting in the back seat, silently leaned against the window. Her eyesight was excellent, allowing her to clearly see how the pink-haired woman skillfully wedged her fingers between Han Fei's, and how Han Fei, in his excitement, picked up Remian.

Embrace……

The word flashed through Texas's mind. Although it wasn't a shocking act, Texas instinctively wanted to turn her head away to remove the glaring image from her sight.

But the next second, she suppressed that flutter of excitement and forced herself to continue watching.

In that instant, a hint of competitiveness, which Texas herself was unaware of, swept through the depths of her heart—if I just run away like this and dare not watch any longer, wouldn't that be saying that I'm afraid?

The proud young lady refused to admit defeat. She silently watched the two embracing, a voice in her heart trying to explain: this is just unnecessary physical contact...

However, just as Texas was trying to convince herself, a clearer and more disturbing emotion welled up inside her.

—Discomfort.

It's like an outsider intruding into a wolf pack's territory; the uninvited guest even inadvertently leaves behind its own scent.

Texas pursed her thin lips, forcibly suppressing these unexpected thoughts.

It was just unnecessary physical contact, nothing more... she murmured to herself.

"It's just a little strange, isn't it?"

Mostima muttered to himself, then looked at the two embracing, and shook his head, saying, "Never mind, as long as he doesn't hurt Remian."

She never really cared about Han Fei, this foreigner, so she always kept her distance from him. It wasn't that she was deliberately distancing herself; it was just her personality.

Now, however, she clearly realizes that it seems impossible not to pay attention to him—after all, her best friend Remy is obviously making closer progress with him.

"You know her, she's not someone who's easy to approach."

Fiameta looked at Han Fei again, who had already put Remy down.

So Fiameta looked away and said softly, "Since she's willing to open her heart to him, she must have her reasons."

"You're right."

Mostima stretched and said, "She's always been very opinionated, and we really don't need to worry about her."

"Rather than worrying about this matter."

Fiamet glanced at Han Fei again, who had already returned to the body and started searching again, his interlocked fingers still not letting go.

Fiameta stared at the clasped hands, raising an eyebrow. "I'm more concerned about what he's searching for. What valuable things could a few Sarkaz possibly have?"

"Who knows."

Mostima shrugged, glanced sideways at Andorn who was flipping through a book, and said, "Captain, you seem quite relaxed."

Andorn lifted his gaze from the book, looked at the two girls beside him, and said with a gentle smile, "Is there anything I can do for you?"