Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1170: Hunt (1)

"Shao Qinyi!" Xiao Lin silently recited this name. Could it be related to the mysterious organization behind these events? If so, the actions that mix friends with foes don’t seem like they’re serving Quan Xianglin’s purpose. Is hitting both sides just a smokescreen?

"So, the old man wants to kill Xia Xue for this!"

"For him, Xia Xue’s existence is the obstacle between you and Murong Lengyue, as well as the obstacle for the cooperation between the Xiao Family and the Murong Family."

"Damn it!"

"The principle of the Xiao Family is to clear all obstacles for the goal, at any cost."

If Hua Qingyi had known that Murong Lengyue had once come while he was saying these words, and that Xiao Lin just happened to know those things, he would never have said them. Unfortunately, he lacked the ability to foresee.

This might be the scene that Murong Lengyue never dared to hope for, nor expected that the man beside her would still stand by her side after knowing everything. Yet now, this belief has become an undeniable fact, and she agreed to his invitation despite knowing he doesn’t act out of sincerity, and not just once.

Murong Lengyue again tilted her head to look at the handsome Xiao Lin beside her. Her head slowly leaned against his arm, feeling the pressure on her left arm. Xiao Lin turned his head and chuckled softly, continuing to walk at a leisurely pace down the street.

"Your bodyguard isn’t with you today?" Xiao Lin held Rong Lengyue’s hand as they strolled among the crowds in Palermo’s night market, casually moving forward with the stream of people.

As passers-by walked past them, without exception, they cast amazed and envious glances. Murong Lengyue’s pure yet enchanting appearance was clearly the focal point, and her height of 1.75 meters along with her slim and captivating figure was eye-catching.

However, due to the tall man beside her being equally extraordinary, though not as glamorous as the woman beside him, the aura emanating from him also carried a sense of danger that made people reluctant to get close. They could only marvel at Murong Lengyue, while those with keen eyes quickly recognized the beauty’s identity. Soon, news of the Murong Clan’s leader strolling with a stranger on the street would spread across various networks and communities.

"I suppose I won’t need to become famous like Chopin to make it to the front page of newspapers and magazines. Should I thank you for this, for basking in the glory of the Murong Clan?" Xiao Lin joked as they walked. "I suddenly realized that being a big figure like you is quite exhausting, and being your husband would be even more tiring. Whether physically or mentally, I must be invincible, or else it’s only a matter of time before I’m labeled as a kept man."

"I didn’t expect Young Master Xiao’s skills in sarcasm to be as remarkable as his power. I’m already used to these gossip pieces; an extra or fewer won’t affect my mood, much less your status isn’t much lower than ours in the Murong Family, it’s just you’re too discreet in your ways. Those who know your identity are either your allies or your enemies, and neither of these seems like figures to be publicized."

Xiao Lin smiled wryly: "A woman can be very smart, but sometimes she needs to play dumb!"

"Like Miss Xia? I’ve looked into her; she’s a business prodigy. You forced the Xia Family’s people to let her manage ’Rhein,’ and recommending Xia Yusheng to enter the pipeline was part of the condition. You sure know people well, and your insight is so sharp, how come you can’t see through the current situation?" Murong Lengyue looked at Xiao Lin curiously, and remarked casually: "I know you didn’t approach me sincerely; you must have some plans. I also know Xia Xue is the only woman you want to marry. Since you don’t openly tell me, I know what to do. I’ll agree to your terms, for your sake, for the Xiao Family’s good, and for the Murong Family’s good as well."

"I’m just saying casually, we’ll always be together in the future."

"What?" Murong Lengyue asked again; she didn’t catch Xiao Lin’s last words, the music from a nearby store was somewhat noisy.

Xiao Lin shrugged indifferently. "By the way, do you have any plans? Shao Weihua isn’t easy to deal with, plus I heard the central committee has sent people here again."

"Ha ha, you’re talking about Shao Qinyi!" Murong Lengyue gave him a sidelong glance: "You just said we wouldn’t talk business when going out for a walk."

"Mm, if not, then we’ll just focus on walking!"

"Last time when you killed Qin Lin on the Deserted Island, it gave a blow to the military committee. They were trying to leverage relations to suppress this matter. I didn’t expect you to act so impulsively—so unlike your younger self."

"Younger self?"

"I once said I loved you for ten years; you probably don’t remember me."

Xiao Lin stopped and seriously looked at Murong Lengyue, not finding any clues on her beautiful face. Could it be plastic surgery? No matter how people change, they wouldn’t become completely unrecognizable!

"Forget it if you can’t recall." Murong Lengyue sighed, this kind of time came somewhat oddly, but it’s better than none. "Shao Qinyi is Shao Weihua’s brother, Quan Xianglin’s right arm. He sought me out in Palermo, hoping our Murong Clan wouldn’t get involved in this matter. Of course, from my standpoint, it’s not something we should meddle in, but I also put forward my conditions."

"Let me guess, it should be related to me!"

To Xiao Lin’s surprise, Murong Lengyue shook her head. "Xia Xue’s life, this is what I need him to guarantee, and she must live without a scratch. Don’t be puzzled; I know what kind of person you are better than you do."

"You wanted Xia Xue to disappear. Why change your mind now? You could have easily collaborated with the old man in my family, just like before."

"Mr. Xiao is a smart man. He isn’t as emotional as you, but he is also a strategist. The Xiao Family is known for its cold-blooded nature, so why is it that nothing seems to work out when it comes to you?" Murong Lengyue curiously examined Xiao Lin. The reality was indeed different, and perhaps he hadn’t realized this himself. "I never wanted Miss Xia to disappear. Don’t view my love for you so narrowly."

"Not everyone with the surname Xiao is like that. At least, a few I’ve met are not." Xiao Lin awkwardly twisted his neck, then smiled confidently: "I don’t care who comes this time, nor do I care what terms you’ve agreed with that Shao Qinyi. I, Xiao Lin, will not back down, and I have absolute confidence that I can repel them."

"I can promise you I’ll handle Shao Weihua, but I still hope you don’t provoke Shao Qinyi lightly. This time he may not be here for you. Let’s watch and see. I just know Shao Weihua will not have an easy time, which coincidentally fulfills your desire for total eradication."

"What do you mean?"

"The secrets of heaven cannot be divulged. Actually, I think Shao Qinyi is somewhat like you. It’s a pity that you two are destined to be adversaries."

"So young, yet so seasoned. Whether friend or foe, what difference does it make? I’ve always believed in not causing trouble unless provoked. Yet, some people love to stir up trouble, forcing you to do things you don’t want to do."

"How will you deal with these people?"

"No one has survived so far."

Murong Lengyue looked at Xiao Lin, whose expression was calm but whose words and eyes were filled with fierce determination, and she smiled faintly: "Let’s hope so."

Xiao Lin said nothing more. He knew the sensitivity of women not as something to be underestimated; perhaps he truly did not have the heart to act harshly toward Murong Lengyue. "Find an opportunity to get Lorin out of ’Rhine’."

The hand selecting clothes paused there, and Murong Lengyue snapped back to attention, holding the clothes against Xiao Lin’s body for comparison. "How can someone from the Xiao Family, a dignified heir, not have a few decent clothes? Isn’t Miss Xia someone from the fashion world, didn’t she give you any pointers?"

"It’s a status others imposed on her, she understands."

"Hmm, I’ll find an opportunity to get Lorin out." Murong Lengyue returned the clothes in her hand, having lost interest in shopping. He was not the person she held in her heart; even if he was by her side, he was merely a placeholder. She realized this today. "Xiao Lin, do I really make you that disgusted?"

"Hmm, the things you’ve done make me very sick." Xiao Lin took the clothes she had just handed him and examined himself in the mirror. "What you chose suits me very well, I’ll go try them on."

Murong Lengyue curled her lips but ultimately said nothing. Just as Xiao Lin was about to enter the fitting room to change, a sudden unforeseen event occurred!

Three dark, gun barrels suddenly emerged from the surrounding crowd. Before Murong Lengyue could react, the trio simultaneously unleashed life-threatening bullets at Xiao Lin amidst a series of muffled poofs.

A muffled grunt, accompanied by a jet of blood, signaled Xiao Lin being blasted away by the immense force, knocking over six or seven people before stopping and rolling onto the ground.

The sudden mutation was too abrupt for Murong Lengyue to notice the enemy’s approach. It wasn’t until Xiao Lin coughed up blood and was flung backward that she was jolted. "Xiao Yue!" Empty-handed, she shouted a person’s name, and as two figures swiftly approached, those three had already redirected their gun barrels toward the fallen Xiao Lin.

Upon hearing faint, muffled sounds, two individuals who had been hiding in the shadows immediately moved to Murong Lengyue’s side. Young Master Wu, with a knife in hand, left residual shadows in its wake; before the three could pull the trigger again, he accurately struck their wrists. Amidst piercing cries, he brutally severed their right hands.

As the mind guided the body, Xiao Yue and Young Master Wu twisted their bodies, knives in hand, swiftly slicing across the throats of the three, stopping the cries abruptly. Murong Lengyue, shaken by this sudden change, trembled all over.

"No..." Murong Lengyue cried mournfully, turning to rush towards the fallen Xiao Lin, but before she could take a few steps, a large man in front of her aimed his gun at the lightly shaking Xiao Lin on the ground. Filled with grief and anger, Murong Lengyue seemed to scream madly, deftly drawing a silver pistol from her bag, and fired twice at the man. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)