Special Forces Medic

"Are you sure he’s dead?" In an elegant private room, Murong Lengyue exclaimed while holding a cup. The news came suddenly, and it was swift, leaving her unable to process or accept it immediately.

Shao Qinyi saw her trembling hand and reached out to hold her cup-bearing hand. "Are you worried or afraid? Rest assured, no one will know it’s you."

As Shao Qinyi finished speaking, a sharp glance was suddenly aimed at him. "Only the dead can keep secrets, yet now even the dead might not keep them."

Murong Lengyue glanced at Shao Qinyi, who seemed awkward, realizing she might have gone too far. However, out of pride, she dryly coughed. "Yelü Shou, after all, is the leader of the dark realm, and his forces wouldn’t be easily wiped out. So, is your information confirmed? I need to see the evidence."

In high positions, trust is inversely proportional. That’s why the saying ’it’s lonely at the top’ holds true. The more enemies you have, the more natural it becomes to suspect everyone as scheming against you, even if they are not conscious of it. As they approach, such a defensive awareness instinctively reacts like a natural element within the body.

"It’s alright, I understand!" Murong Lengyue’s question resonated with the same doubts Shao Qinyi had when first hearing the news, especially upon seeing no wounds on Yelü Shou, intensifying the skepticism. "Only the dead keep secrets, this immutable rule applies everywhere."

"Without discussing this further, the person is indeed dead now. But can we really trust the integrity of those who executed it? Or do you already have another plan?" Murong Lengyue naturally harbors her concerns. A certain individual’s reaction unsettles her. "Is there any movement from Xiao Lin’s side?"

"There have been no reports of unusual circumstances from those lurking near Sin City; yet Black Street remains eerily quiet. The sent personnel have vanished without a trace." Following Yelü Shou’s death, Shao Qinyi increased spies near Sin City and Black Street, aiming to gather intelligence on Xiao Lin. However, aside from Sin City, there have been no updates on Black Street, with one detail he chose not to share with Murong Lengyue. In reality, those dispatched were returned, but only their heads were sent back. This unmistakably serves as a blatant warning, though it’s unclear whether it’s related to Yelü Shou’s death.

"Shao Qinyi? Shao Qinyi!" Suddenly hearing Murong Lengyue’s loud call, Shao Qinyi snapped out of his thoughts and blinked blankly at her.

"Ah, excuse me, I was just thinking. Miss Murong, do you need something?"

"Xiao Lin, he..."

"I advise against approaching Xiao Lin at this moment. It’s best not to frequent Black Street right now, knowing that your uncle has been fixated on last time’s incident. As I understand, there have been quite a few scandals recently detrimental to the Murong Family’s reputation, and I believe these elders will exploit it." Shao Qinyi diverted the topic away from Yelü Shou to avoid linking it to Xiao Lin, as that’s not his objective.

"Why, should I fear these old ghosts? Without the support of the Murong Family, they wouldn’t be where they are now. Coincidentally, I also want to deal with these old guys, might as well take advantage of this hijacking incident to remove them!"

Shao Qinyi paused, as meddling in family affairs is naturally not his place, whether managed or unmanaged, he remains an observer. "This, of course, is Miss Murong’s family business, so it isn’t Shao’s place to comment. Just offering a word of caution, considering last time’s incident with Robert capturing Xia Xue, we were all implicated although Xiao Lin didn’t act against us, it’s best to stay vigilant." Shao Qinyi intentionally changed you to us, implying a closer relationship where if one errs, the other won’t escape either.

Despite being a woman, Murong Lengyue is not someone to be underestimated in her position as the family head, so she readily picks up on Shao Qinyi’s veiled hints in his words. Her enchanting eyes flowed with awareness, even though his continuous reminders of Xia Xue’s incident irked her, it’s presently beneficial, so sacrificing a useful ally for the sake of arguing isn’t wise. "Hmm, Mr. Shao’s reminder is indeed unnecessary. However, regarding my uncle, ideally, Chairman Quan’s assistance would help. With one difficult opponent gone, the Murong Family will be more peaceful, allowing me to focus better. We all pursue our needs, eliminating each other’s difficulties will benefit future collaboration, wouldn’t you agree?" Murong Lengyue smiled, eyes twinkling with soft light.

"If Miss Murong has such intent, Shao is obliged to serve willingly."

Murong Lengyue refilled Shao Qinyi’s empty wine glass with red wine, raising her glass in gesture. At this moment, a middle-aged man burst in, and outside, the secretary scrambled to intervene but was pushed away by him. The loud disturbance caused the two, who were about to clink glasses in consensus, to set down their wine glasses.

Murong Lengyue angrily eyed the intruder. "Please leave now!" The secretary meekly and apologetically glanced at her and backed out. The middle-aged man proudly straightened his previously wrinkled clothes and swaggered over. "Niece, how can you drink without inviting your second uncle, that’s quite disrespectful!"

The person who barged in was Murong Lengyue’s second uncle, bearing a slight resemblance to Murong Lengyue. It seems the Murong Family is particularly favored by the heavens; regardless of gender, they can all be described as beautiful. Although he already has traces of age, the foundation is there. This second uncle was quite the playboy in his youth, handsome and wealthy—a combo irresistible to women, no doubt! Shao Qinyi pondered silently on the side. He hadn’t expected to meet this character here, but as they say, there’s no time like the present for meetings that are inevitable.

"Second uncle, I still have a guest here. Can you wait for me in the side hall if there’s anything?" Murong Lengyue frowned. Despite her respect for her elders, she really couldn’t muster it for this second uncle.

"A guest?" Murong Jue glanced at Shao Qinyi, a bit taken aback, then quickly adjusted his rakish demeanor. The Murong Clan is particularly concerned about appearances, and he still carries himself properly in front of outsiders. "And who might this be?"

"This is Mr. Shao Qinyi, Chairman Quan’s trusted assistant."

"Ah!" Murong Jue was taken aback. He hadn’t expected such a seemingly ordinary person to be a prominent figure in the military committee. He quickly extended his hand to Shao Qinyi. "I apologize, that was very rude of me, I didn’t realize it was you."

The speed with which this person changed his tune was truly impressive. Shao Qinyi stood up and shook hands with that rather smooth-looking hand, finding the calluses on the palm and fingers quite thick. This person must be adept with a gun; such calluses wouldn’t form without extensive training. "Mr. Murong, you’re too kind!"

"I’ll wait for you in the side hall." Murong Jue gave Shao Qinyi a deep, scrutinizing look before walking out.

"The old fox is plotting something with you." Murong Lengyue chuckled brightly after Murong Jue left, toying with a pen, the corners of her lips curling in a somewhat uncanny manner.

"I somehow feel you’re doing this on purpose."

"Ah, isn’t it good that he’s scheming and using you as a spy? This way, I can better grasp his motives and direction."

"Are you not afraid I’ll act as a double agent?" When a woman’s confidence is rooted in her beauty, it can make a man feel immensely proud. But if it’s based on cunning, it can instill fear. Shao Qinyi belonged to the latter category. Aren’t beautiful women said to be as dangerous as snakes and scorpions?

"Haha! That’s Mr. Shao’s business. Even if I asked you not to do so, would you listen to me? Ah, sorry, let’s call it a day today!"

Before Shao Qinyi could respond, Murong Lengyue had already proceeded to the reception area on her own.

Murong Jue had shed his earlier sarcasm, sitting calmly in the reception room. It was small and exquisite yet comfortable here, and in a few minutes, several other people were expected to arrive soon. Waiting requires patience, and waiting for victory even more so. Shao Qinyi? Haha, the name suddenly flashed in his mind, sweeping away all the shadows hidden in his heart. The best strategy to recruit this person might be through that simpleton.

If opportunity arose for aid in a time of vulnerability, could he elevate himself to a higher position? While waiting, the information on Shao Weihua and Shao Qinyi had already been transmitted to his phone via the internet. Shao Qinyi himself had no stains, and if there were any, Quan Xianglin had already wiped them clean. On the contrary, the flaws on the unremarkable Shao Weihua could easily warrant multiple executions. The rumored feud between Quan Xianglin and the Xiao Family wasn’t entirely baseless, especially now that Xiao Lin’s seizure of Murong Lengyue had aroused the elders’ rage towards the two families’ marriage. Face, when used strategically, is also a weapon that can be well-utilized.

With a beep, the automatic door opened, and Murong Lengyue walked in from outside. In the dim room, only the cigarette butt flickered on and off, and the self-luminous decorations at the corners emitted a faint glow.

"Second uncle, how elegant! Why not turn on the light?" The room temperature was notably comfortable, neither chilling nor sweltering, and the faint scent dispersed by the breeze had a refreshing effect. "Second uncle rarely smokes; what’s the occasion?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with your recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation.)