Finally, he had dodged a catastrophe, but upon returning, the instructor lay in bed for nearly half a year. It was then that he realized just how much this seemingly cold and indifferent instructor had silently sacrificed for them... When he saw the instructor’s body, almost completely covered in wounds with hardly a patch of unscathed skin, he wept...
That mission also marked the definitive end of his military career, due to his mistake. Out of the nine who went on the mission, four were sacrificed, and two were severely injured...
He faced a choice, whether to fulfill his wish to beco a police officer in the army or the local area, briefly enjoy a sum of money and a confidentiality contract, and then to completely and thoroughly distance himself from the military to return ho...
After much hesitation, he chose the latter...
In the mont of farewell, facing the silent instructor who was there to see him off, he finally asked the question that had long lurked in his heart, "Instructor, do you have a na?"
"Shangguan Mufeng!"
After a mont of silence, the instructor turned his head to glance around, ensuring no one else was present before he voiced his na.
From that mont, the na engraved itself in his heart, and he knew that he would rember it for the rest of his life!
The young man before him actually knew this na, and moreover, had called it out?
Who exactly was this young man?
"Are you truly the successor of Shangguan Mufeng?"
Xiao Yi had no idea that by uttering this na, he had caused such an overwhelming tumult within the heart of the person before him. Watching him stamr for a long ti without giving a direct answer, Xiao Yi couldn’t help but frown.
"Who... who exactly are you?"
Uncle Qiu finally snapped out of his imnse shock and, with a trembling voice, posed a complete question.
"It’s asking you now!"
Xiao Yi’s brow furrowed again, a cold smirk appearing at the corner of his eye, "Do you think you’re in a position to question now?"
If it weren’t for the familiar energy he had sensed, akin to that of an old acquaintance, he would have ended this man with a palm strike before, sparing his life.
"You... do you know the instructor?"
Uncle Qiu’s gaze fixed intently on Xiao Yi for a while before he slowly asked, "No matter what grudge you have with the instructor, you won’t get any information from . I can tell you I barely understand anything about the instructor, and if you’re hoping to learn sothing from , you’re utterly mistaken!"
Despite his injuries acting up, his voice completely weakened, and traces of blood on the corner of his mouth, when he spoke those words, the firm look in his eyes still imparted a powerful resonance, leaving no room for doubt about the resolve in his heart.
"Instructor?"
Xiao Yi was taken aback for a mont before his face showed sudden understanding, sweeping a cold glance across Uncle Qiu’s face. Observing the unwavering determination in his eyes, he spoke coldly, "If you were trained by Shangguan Mufeng, how did you fall to being a bodyguard, a thug, a hitman for a private party?"
"I... I have failed my instructor!"
Listening to Xiao Yi’s words, and looking into the cold, piercing gaze that seed to stab right into the heart, Uncle Qiu’s figure suddenly trembled, his eyes revealing a deep sense of guilt as he lowered his head.
In his mind, images resurfaced of days past, within those military barracks, in that place of endless monotonous training, the cold and ruthless voice, the solitary and upright figure.
In that special military camp, he had never uttered many lofty and righteous words, and there were not as many ideological education classes or etings as in other troops before.
But it was there that he felt a kind of power he had not found in the long-winded speeches, the heart-stirring rhetoric, the passionate ideological lectures, the rousing patriotic songs of earlier troops...
He felt an undeniable pride and a profound sense of duty...
For many years, serving by his benefactor Qian Fuchen’s side, although he had killed many people and was stained with much blood, he had seldom killed the innocent; more often, he was simply passively protecting...
Aside from knowing that the existence of that troop, those people, ant he was not free to act as he pleased, and that if he took excessive actions, soone would appear and could easily pass judgnt upon him...
He didn’t care about the endless dals hanging both within those troops and in his heart, the third-class rits, second-class rits, first-class rits...
But he knew the instructor would not wish to see him, one day, subjected to his personal judgnt, nor would he want to see him use the martial path he had taught to harm the innocent...
Yet today, he had struck at the behest of Qian Fuchen’s son...
As ti passed, he gradually overca that sense of guilt...
Which left him feeling unspeakably ashad!
Especially when, the person before him ntioned the instructor’s na, directly scolding him face-to-face...
"Hmph, today, for Brother Shangguan’s sake, I’m giving you a way out. Be mindful of your actions from now on. Although I don’t know why you left the troops, whether Shangguan kicked you out or you left on your own accord!"
Xiao Yi, seeing the sha on his face, which hardly seed fake, relaxed his expression sowhat and snorted coldly.
"I was not kicked out by the instructor!"
As soon as Xiao Yi finished speaking, Uncle Qiu reacted as if he had received the greatest insult, his face turning crimson with hysterical shouting.
Xiao Yi’s words had touched his bottom line. Ever since that departure, it had been a sore spot in his heart. The failure of that mission, the death of those four people, hung over him like a shadow, always creeping into his nightmares. He constantly told himself that it wasn’t his fault, that he wasn’t kicked out of the military. The instructor had told him on departure not to be shadowed by the past...
"No matter your reasons, I want to make it clear to you that the Qian Family is not a place for you to stay long-term. If you continue to stay with the Qian Family, being his henchman, next ti, don’t bla for cleaning up on Brother Shangguan’s behalf."
Xiao Yi gave him a cold glance, turned around, reopened the car door, sat back inside, and didn’t look at Uncle Qiu, lying on the ground, again.
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