Chapter 221 The Feelings of a Man

The altitude of Zijin Mountain is only more than 400 meters, and Ye Qian climbed to the top of the mountain very quickly. Below the top of the mountain, there is a trace of mist surrounding it, and the clouds above the head are very low. Compared with the temperature at the foot of the mountain, it was at least four or five degrees lower.

Ye Qian took a deep breath, for the first time, he felt tired, indescribably tired.

Although the road on the mountain has been artificially modified, the road on the mountain is not as rough, but the highest peak is still a bit steep. Ye Qian jumped over the railing, stood on the edge of the cliff, and looked into the distance. His eyes were a little depressed, and his expression was a little lonely. Over the years, he has been working hard and fighting hard for Langya and for the promise he kept, and he has never slackened in the slightest. But now, he couldn't save his best brother, couldn't bring him back from the darkness, instead he had to fight to the death, how ridiculous, how helpless.

What is a real man? When you are high-spirited, you sing loudly; when your head is bleeding, you drink blood and chant; in the midst of vicissitudes, you are not surprised by favor or humiliation, you should be a real man!

The world seems to be so funny, as if everything is already doomed. Men who are destined to be wolf fangs have to experience such cruel facts. Brothers fight each other, cruel and hard to let go.

Ye Qian still clearly remembers the loneliness and sadness that often flashed in the eyes of Tian Feng, the founder of Langya. Unexpectedly, what happened to him would happen to him now.

...

Twelve years ago, on the national road outside Kyoto, a red Santana taxi was driving at high speed, with obvious collision marks on the body. After rushing past the temporary roadblock set up by the traffic police, the car sped along the Huancheng Boulevard, heading towards the embassy.

A few minutes later, the sound of sirens pierced the sky, and countless police cars sped up from all directions. The target was the red Santana taxi. Inside the car, a middle-aged man in his thirties had bloodshot eyes, with a bloodthirsty radiance as if he had lost his mind. The middle-aged man parked the car on the side of the road, picked up a rucksack and a sniper rifle from the passenger seat, opened the door and got out of the car.

The ear-piercing siren gradually approached. The middle-aged man's face was as calm as the water in an ancient well. He leisurely took out a cigarette and lit it, squinting his eyes and taking a deep breath. The sniper rifle in his hand aimed at a police car without hesitation, and shot the tire of the police car with a "bang". The car lost control and slammed into the poplar tree on the side, followed by two more "bang bang", the bullets shot into the eyebrows of the two policemen in the front row, and the blood mist rose.

Without the slightest pause, the middle-aged man quickly flashed into the nearby small park, firing the pistol in his hand incessantly, overwhelming the hundreds of military police on the opposite side who couldn't raise their heads at all. This is the powerful force of the members of the Spike Special Forces, which is not comparable to that of the ordinary police and armed police.

Soon, a camouflaged military jeep sped over, a beautiful drift, and stopped steadily among the pile of police cars. Inside the car, a man jumped out, wearing a camouflage special warfare uniform, and the pistol in his hand seemed to be radiating a little bit of cold air. Glancing at the small park not far away, the man looked solemn, his tough cheeks were tense, and there was sadness and loneliness in his eyes.

He is Tian Feng, a member of the Spike Special Brigade, and the middle-aged man on the opposite side is his instructor, a comrade who has taught him countless military knowledge and is also a teacher and a friend.

"Let everyone find something to hide, and I will go alone." Tian Feng said quietly.

The police and armed police were stunned for a while, but faced with a shout from the captain of the Spike Special Brigade, everyone obeyed obediently.

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Ye Qian still clearly remembers the expression on Tian Feng's face every time he talked about this matter. Tian Feng told Ye Qian that the instructor did not resist when he knew he was coming, and chatted with him calmly for a long time, and finally committed suicide. When he was dying, the instructor just looked remorse and annoyance, took Tian Feng's hand and said, "I am sorry for the clothes and the medal on the shoulder."

Everything seems to be a fateful arrangement, the brotherly duel twelve years ago is staged again, but Ye Qian knows that the ghost wolf Bai Tianhuai will not kill himself. Either you die, or I die.

Seeing Ye Qian standing outside the railing, with the cliff in front of her, Ximen Xiaowan, who caught up with her, felt inexplicably tense, and wanted to go up and give him a hand. However, Nangong Zijun held her back and shook his head slightly at her. Ximen Xiaowan turned her head to look at Nangong Zijun, and then stopped in her steps.

Just like that, the three of them stood quietly on the top of Zijin Mountain, and no one spoke.

Time passed by every minute and every second, Ye Qian did not move at all, standing there quietly like a statue. Behind them, Nangong Zijun and Ximen Xiaowan couldn't bear it any longer, they bent down and rubbed their legs, and after a while, they thought to themselves, "Could it be that he doesn't feel anything at all?"

How can the endurance of the Wolf Fang players be comparable to them. The founder of the Langya mercenaries is the best fighter of the Chinese Spike Special Brigade, and all the training intensity is even greater than that of the Spike Special Brigade, and endurance is just one of them. As Tian Feng said, without strong endurance, one will never be a good fighter.

When some mountaineering tourists saw such a strange scene, they couldn't help but stop and stared at the three inexplicable young people in astonishment. Some well-meaning uncles and aunts began to persuade Ye Qian, saying that if young people have anything to worry about, don't seek death, there are no difficulties in life.

After a long time, "Ah..." Ye Qian yelled suddenly, and echoes echoed in the valley. Shouting out, Ye Qian felt a lot more comfortable, turned around, looked at those kind-hearted uncles and aunts apologetically, and said thank you. However, walking from the cliff, when passing by Nangong Zijun and Ximen Xiaowan, he glanced at them and said, "Let's go!"

Ye Qian didn't intend to seek death, if something happened, he would seek death and live, that's not a man. Ye Qian just wanted to vent his emotions, he had been suppressed for a long time, and Ye Qian was afraid that something wrong would come out of him. As for thanking those kind-hearted uncles and aunts, it is out of politeness, a person who doesn't know you cares about you so much, Ye Qian thinks he should thank you.

At the foot of the mountain, Ye Qian threw the car keys to Nangong Zijun and said, "Come and drive!"

"Hey, what do you think we are? We are just assisting you to complete the task, not your driver." Ximen Xiaowan said depressingly. I thought, why pretend to be deep. Even though she thought so, Ximen Xiaowan couldn't help showing a look of sympathy. She also understood how deep the friendship between comrades is and how cruel it is to fight between brothers.

Nangong Zijun glared at Ximen Xiaowan, nodded, and walked straight to the driver's seat.

Ye Qian ignored Ximen Xiaowan, in her opinion, this girl is nothing more than a hairy girl who doesn't understand the feelings of men, there is no need to argue with him. He opened the back door of the car and sat in it.

Seeing Ye Qian's seemingly defiant appearance, Ximen Xiaoya snorted angrily, and also got into the back seat and sat down. Ye Qian glanced at the girl in surprise, Ximen Xiaowan stared back at Ye Qian without showing any weakness, and said, "What? I can't sit here?"

Ye Qian smiled helplessly, and after telling Nangong Zijun his destination, he closed his eyes and fell asleep.

Nangong Zijun started the car and drove towards the hotel where Zhao Ya was staying. Since leaving the teahouse, Ye Qian has ignored her all the time, Ximen Xiaowan couldn't help being a little bit aggrieved, is she thinking she is a transparent person or something? Seeing Ye Qian squinting his eyes and pretending to be asleep, Ximen Xiaowan was furious, poked Ye Qian's arm, and said, "Hey, can I just say something?"

"My name is Ye Qian, modest and humble." Ye Qian said calmly without opening his eyes.

"Cut!" Ximen Xiaowan curled her lips in disdain, and said, "I really can't see where you are being modest. Weren't you a rascal when you were in the teahouse just now? Why are you now?"

Ye Qian opened his eyes, turned his head, and approached Ximen Xiaowan. They almost touched each other, and they could almost feel each other's breathing. Ximen Xiaowan's breathing became obviously heavier, and her heart beat involuntarily. Looking closely at Ye Qian's face, Ximen Xiaowan suddenly felt that this man's skin was so good, his eyes were as deep as the vast night sky, and his handsome and tough face exuded a mature aura of a man. There was an inexplicable restlessness in my heart, and a blush appeared on my face involuntarily.

"Little girl, do you want me to be a hooligan to you?" Ye Qian said with a wicked smile on his lips.

"I...I..." Ximen Xiaowan faltered twice, feeling a little at a loss. Seeing this scene in the rearview mirror, Nangong Zijun couldn't help but smile helplessly. "Rogue, stay away from me!" Ximen Xiaowan pushed Ye Qian away and said. Ye Qian didn't continue to pester, shrugged and sat down.

Ximen Xiaowan's heart was still ups and downs, and her thoughts were chaotic, she thought in a daze, how could she be speechless in front of him just now, and she still had such an expression, it was really embarrassing. "My name is Ximen Xiaowan, don't call me a little girl from now on." Ximen Xiaowan pouted and said.

"You're just a little girl." Ye Qian said, ignoring Ximen Xiaowan's angry look.

Ximen Xiaowan is actually twenty-three years old, and it is true that she is outstanding at being able to enter the National Security Bureau at her age. It's just that she has a baby face and looks very immature. For this reason, Ximen Xiaowan hates people calling her a little girl. Seeing Ye Qian's dead pig who is not afraid of boiling water, Ximen Xiaowan snorted coldly and said, "Rogue, I don't bother to talk to you."

Ye Qian was also quiet, so naturally he would not provoke her. After a pause, he asked Nangong Zijun, "Do you know when they will trade?"

"It should be just a few days. The exact time is not clear yet, but we are investigating and will notify us as soon as we have any news." Nangong Zijun said.

Ye Qian nodded, didn't speak any more, and closed his eyes again to fall asleep in deep thought.

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