Chapter 108: Chapter 102: Want to Die? It’s Not That Easy (Vote for Monthly Tickets!)
The Middle Eastern gentleman was undoubtedly determined, but his mistake was in reminding Xiao Lin. Or perhaps, deep down inside, he didn’t truly want to die. By warning Xiao Lin, he was also testing whether Xiao Lin could save him in time. However, it was certain that when he raised his palm, he did want to die. As for the inner cry, that was absent from his mind.
When the Middle Eastern gentleman’s palm was just one centimeter from his forehead, already touching the hair on his scalp, he felt a blur in front of his eyes as his right hand was blocked by another hand.
"You want to die? Do you think Huaxia is a place where you can come and die whenever you wish?" Xiao Lin said faintly. In that instant, he seemed like the god who ruled the world, deciding life and death. If he didn’t want someone to die, they absolutely wouldn’t.
The Middle Eastern gentleman was infuriated, truly furious. Such a master, holding a high position with great arrogance, couldn’t even choose to die now? The Middle Eastern gentleman did not believe it. He roared wildly, slapping his left hand towards his head while simultaneously exerting force with his right hand, wanting to end his life.
"Can’t I even seek death?" The Middle Eastern gentleman was enraged, genuinely enraged.
Xiao Lin wouldn’t give him the chance to commit suicide. With a forceful upward motion of his right hand, he blocked the gentleman’s left hand with his own right hand. At the same time, Xiao Lin’s left hand quickly tapped several major acupoints on his body, then said faintly, "If you want to die, there will be opportunities in the future, but not now!"
Xiao Lin released his right hand. The Middle Eastern gentleman stood there with hands on his head, looking like he was surrendering. When he sensed Xiao Lin letting go, he tried to muster his energy only to realize he couldn’t move at all, though he could still move his face and eyes. Wide-eyed, he uttered unclear sounds, "Huaxia’s most miraculous acupoint technique?"
"Correct answer. See, I told you I wouldn’t let you die. Believe it now?" Xiao Lin easily clapped his hands, feeling a bit of soreness in them. This Middle Eastern gentleman was indeed a formidable opponent. Not only was he strong, but his body technique wasn’t weak either. To defeat him so thoroughly relied on the gentleman’s arrogance at first, and more importantly, his subsequent storm-like attacks that drained at least thirty percent of his strength. Consequently, subduing him became much easier.
Seeing the Middle Eastern gentleman completely subdued, Hua Qingyi gave a wry smile to Xiao Lin, "Brother, stop showing off in front of a dead dog and come over quickly to help. I think I’m in big trouble!"
Hua Qingyi’s voice was a bit low and weak. Xiao Lin was startled when he heard it, realizing Hua Qingyi was severely injured. This guy had regressed quite a bit over the past two years. Such a small skirmish and he ended up this injured. Nonetheless, Xiao Lin felt quite grateful for Hua Qingyi’s contribution, as his own easy victory over the Middle Eastern gentleman likely owed much to Hua Qingyi’s effort. No wonder it had gone so smoothly earlier.
However, Xiao Lin’s words weren’t kind. As a warrior, as a soldier of Dragon Soul, Huaxia’s military spirit, one shouldn’t be content with such minor achievements. Xiao Lin, with a stern face, reprimanded, "Kid, how can you even speak? You’ve wasted the past two years on women! Your body is all drained, how do you expect to fight others? How will you protect the country? If you don’t change, even if you join Dragon Soul, you’ll be kicked out sooner or later!"
Hua Qingyi gave a wry smile but did not refute Xiao Lin’s scolding, knowing he meant well. He smiled wryly and said, "Yes, yes, I know I was wrong. If I return to Dragon Soul, I’ll change, I promise, okay?" After speaking, he couldn’t help but cough twice.
Xiao Lin truly cared for Hua Qingyi. Seeing him unable to stop coughing, he softened his voice, "Enough, stop talking now, I’ll help you treat your injuries!"
Xiao Lin approached Hua Qingyi, observed briefly, found no external injuries, checked his pulse, which was erratic, and noticed blood at the mouth. He couldn’t help asking, "Are your internal organs injured?" Hua Qingyi cooperated with a nod. Xiao Lin thought for a moment, took the only two silver needles he had, split them into two, and skillfully inserted them into four acupoints on Hua Qingyi’s body.
"Alright, you’re temporarily out of danger. It’s enough to get you to Dragon Soul to recuperate!" Xiao Lin said faintly, not planning to treat him fully then.
At this moment, Murong Lengyue timely walked over. Since the Middle Eastern gentleman was already subdued and the danger resolved, Young Master Wu didn’t stop her. Furthermore, it was apparent that this beautiful boss, usually devoid of expression like a robot, stayed back probably for that young man, wisely opting not to approach.
"I know a doctor at Yanjing’s First Hospital who specializes in internal injuries; maybe I can offer some assistance!" Murong Lengyue said. Despite wanting to talk to Xiao Lin in a gentle, ladylike manner, her position and usual demeanor were such that, even though she wanted to, her words felt somewhat cold.
Xiao Lin finally had the chance to notice the wealthiest woman in the world, the kindest woman. He turned around and was momentarily taken aback by Murong Lengyue’s extraordinary beauty. After lingering on her breathtaking appearance for three seconds, he coldly rejected Murong Lengyue’s kindness, saying softly, "Miss Murong, there’s no need!"
Xiao Lin’s intention was perfectly understood by Hua Qingyi. Right now, it was only about helping him stop the worsening of his injury and then sending him to Dragon Soul for healing. It was clear that Xiao Lin wanted Hua Qingyi to use this opportunity to return to Dragon Soul. With Xiao Lin’s strong recommendation and Hua Qingyi’s credit for stopping the capture of the Middle Eastern gentleman, returning to Dragon Soul was a certainty. He would only feel grateful to Xiao Lin and not blame him for not completely curing him.
Murong Lengyue was taken aback for a moment. The voice, the attitude, was just like many years ago—calm and indifferent, like an ancient well without ripples. Murong Lengyue rarely bit her lip, mustered the courage, and asked, "Do you not recognize me?"
"Recognize? Do I not recognize you now? Murong Lengyue’s name is hardly unknown in this world, right?" Xiao Lin said casually, then turned his gaze back to Hua Qingyi, patting his back twice to stimulate the potential within him.
When Murong Lengyue heard Xiao Lin say he recognized her, she was secretly happy for a moment, not knowing how many years it had been since she felt happy. However, after listening to Xiao Lin’s words, Murong Lengyue still maintained a calm expression, making it hard for others to figure out what she was thinking inside. She simply responded with a brief "hmm" and, as Xiao Lin turned back to look at Hua Qingyi, Murong Lengyue said nothing more, trying hard to think about how to speak to him again. How could she get him to remember having seen her before?
At that moment, a series of orderly footsteps could be heard coming from outside the hallway. It was evident that the special forces and armed police below had already received the news that the battle here was over and came up to wrap things up.
Leading the team was still Director Lin. Although he didn’t provide substantive help in this battle, rescuing the hostages quickly, especially hearing that the most important figure, Murong Lengyue, was safe and sound and had merely been slightly agitated, put Director Lin in a great mood. No matter what, he would share in this achievement, and the director’s seat next year would surely be his.
"Mr. Xiao, thank you so much!" As soon as Director Lin entered, he walked straight to Xiao Lin and said sincerely.
Xiao Lin smiled faintly and said, "It’s nothing. This is within my duties. Director Lin, could you bring a stretcher up? There’s a seriously injured person here who can’t be moved around recklessly!"
Director Lin readily agreed, hurriedly instructing his secretary by his side to contact for a stretcher, then took a look at the decently standing Middle Eastern gentleman. After hesitating for a moment, he asked, "And how should we handle this person?"
"Leave him to Sword. Sword knows how to handle it!" Xiao Lin replied. "When this gets reported, it will be about a group of robbers robbing a bank. As for their identities, they should not be exposed at the moment. I’m sure Sword will take care of it!"
Director Lin didn’t dare wish for such individuals to be handed over to the Yanjing Police Station. With Sword’s people around, and Xiao Lin personally saying to leave it to them, Director Lin had no objections. As long as the credit for the bank robbery went to the Yanjing Police Station, that was all that mattered. Regarding how to handle other things, the Yanjing Police Station didn’t really have the capability to take it on.
Afterward, Director Lin turned to greet Murong Lengyue—she was quite a significant figure to accommodate. But due to Xiao Lin’s indifferent attitude toward her, Murong Lengyue wasn’t in a good mood either, and she responded perfunctorily to Director Lin’s greeting. Director Lin knew he couldn’t win favor with Murong Lengyue; even if the leaders of the Yanjing Municipal Committee and the Yanjing Government came, Murong Lengyue would likely have the same attitude, as she truly had the background to be so.
Murong Lengyue chatted absentmindedly with Director Lin while pondering how to approach Xiao Lin again, her eyes fixed on him.
At that moment, Xiao Lin walked to one side, took out his phone, and turned it on, having switched it off before he came in. When he saw 20 to 30 missed calls and 30 to 40 text messages bombarding his phone, Xiao Lin was startled. Flipping through them, he saw that the first couple were from Li Jingyi at the school hospital, while the rest were all from Xia Xue. Only then did Xiao Lin remember Xia Xue. Oh no, looking at the time, it was already almost 2 o’clock.
Upon opening the text messages, Xiao Lin felt a warm sensation in his heart. There was a woman who cared about him; the anxious and brief messages filled Xiao Lin with a comforting warmth.
Seeing that things on this side were almost wrapped up, and with only a phone call left to make, Xiao Lin greeted Director Lin, "Director Lin, I have some urgent matters to attend to. I’ll leave first, and I’ll leave the rest to you!" After saying this, without waiting for Director Lin to respond, Xiao Lin dashed out of the conference room and dialed a number. (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to come to Qidian () to vote for recommendations and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)