HDRDTH -Chapter 93 Launching the “Warm Tomb” Plan!

The message contained only two short lines, but the photo alone was enough to make Master Yu Xian feel a little overwhelmed.

In the photo, Li Yao was wearing a tight black ice-silk fishing outfit. The zipper was half-open, revealing a suggestive glimpse of her high neckline. She was holding a depth-sounding lead weight in her hand, her posture extremely alluring.

“Brother Yu, I applied your theory to a fluid dynamics simulation in the East Sea’s 30-nautical-mile reef zone and discovered a frequency blind spot underwater. Can I visit your home tonight to ask for guidance in person?”

Master Yu subconsciously wiped away a trace of a nosebleed, but then his gaze locked onto the words “East Sea 30-nautical-mile reef zone.”

His relaxed expression—so comfortable just moments ago from making fish soup—instantly darkened like a pot bottom.

You’re reopening my wounds, huh?!

Just two days ago, he had completely failed at that exact coordinate—didn’t even land a single proper fish. Instead, he pulled up a useless chunk of scrap metal and swallowed a full stomach of frustration. Now that he had finally regained some dignity at a local pond, this crazy woman was bringing it up again!

And what the hell was a “frequency blind spot”?

He had changed over a dozen fishing rigs there—did she think he didn’t know that place was nothing but reef and snags?!

Yu Xian held his phone in his left hand and a spatula in his right. His thumb slammed furiously on the screen.

“Get lost! That damn place doesn’t even have a decent fish! Not even a dog would go there! Stop bothering me while I’m cooking!”

Send. Block. All in one fluid motion.

“Dafu!”

He casually tossed the phone onto the counter, shaking his hand in disgust.

“From now on, if any lunatic sends me these fishing-theory ads, call the police and report harassment!”

“Got it, Dad!”

Wang Dafu quickly stuffed the phone into his pocket, swallowing nervously at Yu Xian’s murderous aura.

At the same time, fifty meters underground in Tokyo’s intelligence center.

The red alarm lights flashed violently.

Sakagoro Matsufuji stared at the newly decrypted reply on the main screen, his palms soaked in sweat.

“Analyze the deeper meaning of this sentence!” he roared.

“R-Report!”

The chief expert adjusted his glasses, voice trembling.

“‘Not even a decent fish there’ indicates he has fully detected our underwater drone array in the East Sea! ‘Not even a dog would go there’ is extreme psychological contempt! And the final phrase—‘start cooking oil’… in ancient Chinese culture, oil pots symbolize execution and destruction. This is a signal from military doctrine—it means a full-scale offensive is about to begin!”

Sakagoro Matsufuji’s breathing quickened.

He spun around and dialed Li Yao’s encrypted emergency line.

“Nightingale! Listen carefully! He may have already seen through your identity. That reply—after repeated analysis—is unanimously judged to be a final ultimatum to the Empire!”

His eyes turned dark and vicious.

“Conventional probing has failed. We cannot confront him head-on. I now grant you top-level clearance. Activate the ‘Warm Tomb’ plan!”

Li Yao froze slightly.

“Commander… you mean—?”

“Discard your clumsy disguise. Stop probing his secrets.”

Sakagoro Matsufuji enunciated each word like a madman.

“You must approach him by any means necessary—even if you must sacrifice what is most precious to you. Even if you become his plaything!”

“Use your body and tenderness to corrode this ‘strategic-level weapon.’ Let him drown in a gentle trap, achieve strategic containment through emotional sedation!”

“If one woman’s youth can buy the silence of this monster… it is the most profitable trade the Empire can make!”

“…Hai.”

Li Yao replied quietly, looking at the blocked contact screen, her expression complicated.

Jiangcheng, Jinshui Bay Villa No. 1.

The kitchen was filled with rich aroma. Yu Xian flipped the wok one-handed as milky-white fish soup rolled and bubbled.

“Add boiling water! High heat!”

He barked an order.

Su Wanyi hurriedly complied. The clear water instantly turned milky white under high heat, and the fragrance flooded the entire kitchen.

At the stairway, Wang Fei stood holding a guitar, staring at the man in a grey undershirt cooking effortlessly with one hand—her eyes filled with disbelief.

Two days ago he had captured a nuclear submarine in the open ocean. Today he was at home in slippers making fish soup. The contrast made him feel utterly unfathomable.

In the warm dining room, a large bowl of milky crucian carp and tofu soup was served.

“Xixi, drink more soup, it helps you grow.”

Yu Xian carefully removed the bones and filled Su Xi’s bowl.

“Thank you, Uncle Yu!”

The little girl drank happily, her face flushed.

Su Wanyi sat beside Yu Xian, her eyes full of tenderness.

“Xiao Yu, you should eat too. You’ve been locking yourself up these past few days—you’ve lost weight.”

“I’m fine. I just messed up my nest setup at that pond, and I’m still a bit annoyed.”

Yu Xian took a bowl and drank deeply.

Fresh.

This—this was life.

Wang Fei sat across from him, quietly sipping her soup, her eyes extremely complicated.

Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, an empire’s intelligence network was thrown into panic over a casual complaint from this ordinary home-loving man—and was forced to activate its most humiliating operation: the beauty trap.

Just then—

Rapid footsteps echoed from outside the door.