Special Forces Medic

"Xiao Lin’s life belongs to the Assassin Group; without permission, no one has the right to act before us." Liu Yi thought for a moment and stepped forward. "Even the Clan Leader doesn’t have the right to interfere with our Assassin Group’s actions. Even if you provide the funds, can you be more influential than the Clan Leader?"

Dan Ning almost thought there was something wrong with his eyes. Was there a smile just now on that face? That sneering, cold smile, with disdain curling at the mouth—did he see it wrong? As if to confirm once more, Dan Ning fixed his eyes on Liu Yi’s face, but all he saw was his eyes turning away for a second, eyes that seemed familiar.

At the same time, at the entrance of Black Street, another tug-of-war was happening, but the people involved were drastically different from this pair.

Xiao Lin shoved Murong Lengyue towards Yi. Whether it was said that he didn’t know how to cherish a woman, or more accurately, that he did it on purpose.

"Get out with her, and don’t step foot here again." Staring at Yi, Xiao Lin struggled to suppress his anger. At this moment, he didn’t want to see these two people; if they knew what’s best for them, they should leave before he lost his patience.

"No, I don’t want to leave!" Yi understood Xiao Lin, so when he handed over Murong Lengyue, he never intended to stay behind. Some things can be kept to oneself without being spelled out. Xiao Lin’s attitude had already revealed the truth he knew, and there was no need for pretenses here.

Explanations sometimes don’t really resolve things. Some issues cannot just be cleared up by explaining. Whether public or private, he had inescapable responsibilities. Sometimes he really wished he had never started at all, but even if not him, Xiao Zhenfeng would find someone else to do these things. Compared to those strangers, he’d rather be the bad guy himself; at least he wouldn’t harm Xiao Lin, at least when absolutely necessary he could stand as the guy’s backup support.

Xiao Lin turned his head away, escaping eye contact for the first time. Yi’s eyes were filled with pain, something he least wanted to see. Clearly, you’re the one who betrayed us; why do you always show that you are the victim?

"Get out, take this woman and get out immediately."

A hand suddenly grabbed his left arm, pulling Murong Lengyue in front of him. "Do you have the guts to keep me here, but not to face me?" Regretting his impulsive words as soon as they came out, especially when faced with those cold, dark eyes. Murong Lengyue leaned back but didn’t budge an inch.

"The fact you’re standing here now is because you should be grateful Xia Xue is still alive, grateful that you found a foolish man as an accomplice."

"I..." Murong Lengyue looked up just in time to see Ye Lu Shou come out from the bungalow. He looked severely injured, unable to even stand straight, being supported by two strong men, but still struggling step by step in their direction.

"I brought Xia Xue back, you can go back and report. Isn’t it your aim to strip me of my heirship? Go ahead!"

"Xiao Lin!" He could ignore everything else, but this last sentence infuriated Yi, who had been tolerating it for so long. He mercilessly swung a punch at Xiao Lin. "Everything has its limits."

"Is it the matter of holding this woman you’re referring to?" Xiao Lin climbed up from the ground, wiping the blood from his mouth with the back of his hand. "Why not admit it was you who pushed me onto this path? Why insist on Xia Xue’s death? Haven’t I agreed to marry this woman? I’ve given you the marriage you wanted, why still put her in danger?"

Xiao Lin took a deep breath, clenching his fists to restrain himself. Yi, standing closest to him, could clearly hear his trembling voice, feel his pain and endurance, due to the actions being taken by his own father. So, even if it’s bitter, if it’s anger, it’s still futile. This is Xiao Lin, despite all his might, deep down, he remained extraordinarily kind-hearted.

"Get out, take this woman and get out."

"Marry me? What’s the use of having you as an empty shell?" Everyone has pride, and for someone as privileged as Murong Lengyue, born with a silver spoon, her pride reached the sky. She had faced disdain and contempt before, perhaps never so directly spoken as today. Often it’s ambiguous, even during attacks, such ambiguity gave her some expectation. From the bottom of her heart, perhaps, she wished for Xia Xue’s demise, confident that without Xia Xue, this man would someday love her. But with such self-assurance, hearing these cold words broke it instantly. "Only I! Xiao Lin, you must understand, only I can resolve the crisis your Xiao Family is facing." Xiao Lin looked at Murong Lengyue, staring intensely as if he could imprint her image deep into his eyes. "I want you to marry me, I want you to marry me with your heart, or else... ah!"

An arm swung out in mid-air was stopped by someone. Ye Lu Shou hugged Xiao Lin from behind, suppressing his raised arm. If not for his timely intervention, Murong Lengyue might have really taken a hit.

"No! No!" Understanding Xiao Lin’s full body tremors as he held him, Ye Lu Shou whispered softly into Xiao Lin’s ear, repeating himself, calming him down as much as possible, signaling Yi to take people away quickly.

"Let me go!" Xiao Lin broke free from Ye Lu Shou, the latter collapsing backward powerlessly, luckily caught by someone behind him, avoiding a second injury, or the Black Doctor would certainly have lost his temper.

"Or else? As long as I’m not one of the Xiao Family, will you let me go?" Xiao Mu glanced sideways at Yi. "Did you know whom I ran into yesterday? Xiao Mu, did you know why he came? Not to help me, but to deliver a message from the old man: as long as I saved Xia Xue, I’d no longer be a part of the Xiao Family. Now I’ve brought her back. Do you understand what this means, Miss Murong? You’re to marry the heir of the Xiao Family, which I am not. If you understand, then leave immediately, don’t make me throw you out and shame you."

Murong Lengyue wanted to say something more, but Yi covered her mouth. "I’m sorry, Miss Murong."

Her eyes widened, tears spilling uncontrollably from her beautiful eyes. "Wait here for a moment!" Yelü Shou instructed someone to release Young Master Wu. "Take yours and leave together!"

"Did you know from the beginning that it was me?" Murong Lengyue tried to compose her dispirited emotions; after all, she was the leader of a large clan. Even though she lost face in front of these people, she could not lose it entirely.

"Do you want to know how I feel right now?"

"What?" Murong Lengyue quivered.

"I regret it deeply! If I had known he was like this now, I wouldn’t have kept the secret until now." Yelü Shou gently pushed aside the person supporting him and patted his chest. "If I had gone deeper, just a bit deeper, I definitely wouldn’t have given you the chance to hurt him, or you." Suddenly, Yelü Shou faced Yi, long without speaking a word, before turning his sigh into silence.

Yi smirked self-deprecatingly, leaving Murong Lengyue alone as he walked out onto the long street. Behind him, the sound of high heels echoed, causing Yi to sigh from the depths of his heart. He then turned back to Murong Lengyue with a smile. "Let’s part ways here, your bodyguards..."

"What, what else can I do?"

"Give up!"

As the figure of Xiao Yue was glimpsed, and Young Master Wu was traced from inside, Yi spoke earnestly to Murong Lengyue. "Doing something like this once is already enough. Next time, even if it’s Elder Xiao, I won’t extend such courtesy to you again."

Murong Lengyue wanted to say something, but Xiao Yue had already brought the car up to her, his serious expression leaving her no chance to speak. "Miss, the elders are all waiting for you."

"Ah, understood!"

Give up! If it were really as simple as saying it, there wouldn’t be so many troubling moments. Sitting in the car, Murong Lengyue immediately assumed the identity of a clan leader, while Xiao Yue laid out the problems she might face shortly, hoping she could prepare early.

"There are still some elders who will use this to coerce the Xiao Family into submission. I’ve investigated; these people are from your uncle’s side and have already started surveillance. Among them are people who’ve privately met with Shao Qinyi." Xiao Yue looked at Young Master Wu beside him, who curled up like a wilted shrimp.

"Uncle has always wanted to ascend to this position." Murong Lengyue closed her eyes to rest, pondering that those who wanted to pull Xiao Lin from the ancestral position also wanted to ascend to the position of Murong Clan Leader. Apart from Quan Xianglin, there was no one else who could currently establish a connection. "What’s happening on Mu Rongyun’s side?"

"Fourth Master is dead!"

"Dead? People who quickly reappear, what’s there to report."

"No, this time he’s truly dead." Xiao Yue’s words stunned Murong Lengyue. "How is that possible? Xiao Lin did it?"

"The specifics aren’t clear yet, but the team sent over reported that the manor has been burned to ashes. Further confirmation is needed, but it’s certain that people from the Xiao Family were there, and people from the Dan Clan also showed up. Robert’s forces are now fleeing everywhere; I’ll report back once definite news is available." As he spoke, the car entered a luxurious modern office building. Murong Lengyue owned five floors on one of the mid-upper levels of this high-priced building, with the top floor serving as her place to relax away from the office area. More precisely, the entire building was the Murong Clan’s property, and she occupied only five floors of it.

"Should I wash up first before meeting the elders, Miss?"

"No! I’ll go straight there." (To be continued. If you like this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) and cast your recommendation and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)