It's just a pity that these two brothers aren't too bright.

"So... what do you plan to do?" Song Wu asked curiously.

"I don't know yet," Song Wen shook his head and said, "We'll see later. This matter requires careful, long-term planning. We'll use Uncle's hand to do away with Lin Chuan."

"Hmm." Song Wu nodded.

At this moment, the strong man was wheeled out of the emergency resuscitation room.

"How is he?" Song Wen hurried forward to ask.

"Oh, he's alright," the doctor replied, and said, "The patient's condition is stable. The fractured ribs need time to heal, but fortunately, they didn't cause radiating penetrative damage to the lungs. We've cleared the blood in his chest cavity, and he just needs to rest well from now on. He can't eat solid food for three days after the surgery, he can only have some liquid food..."

"Stop with the nonsense, is he dead or not?" Song Wu said with a gloomy face.

The doctor was startled and then walked away.

"When did doctors become so arrogant?" Song Wen asked in surprise.

"Never mind that," Song Wu chuckled: "As long as he doesn't die, it's fine. Who cares about the rest."

"That's true." Song Wen had a resigned look and said, "I thought this guy was dead, so we could make use of Mr. Hu to take care of Lin Chuan. Who knew this guy wouldn't die."

"Hmph, if this guy died, Lin Chuan would be finished." Song Wu's face trembled with rage.

If a murder had occurred, Lin Chuan would likely face prison time.

Learning that the man was alright, the Song brothers turned and left the hospital.

...

After sending Nuo Xiaoxi home, Lin Chuan walked back to his place in the night.

The moon was pretty good tonight, hanging in the sky like a silver disc. The silvery moonlight gently enveloped everything, nourishing life. Bathing in this moonlight, Lin Chuan felt a comfortable sensation. Once upon a time, on a night just like this, Lin Chuan lay in wait alone in the deserts of North Africa, three days without water, surviving on his urine. In the vast desert of North Africa, he awaited the appearance of his target.

Moreover, the target would only appear for a brief moment, less than a minute, on a road a kilometer away. In other words, Lin Chuan lay in ambush in that place for half a month just for that one minute.

It was a silver night just like today, and the desert at night let out sharp, desolate cries. The singing of the sand, the calling of the cranes. Until that Middle Eastern version of the Land Cruiser appeared. The target was a bald man, sitting in the passenger seat, wearing sunglasses. Through the clear air, under the silver moonlight, Lin Chuan saw the man's dark skin, the base's number two figure.

Bang...

When Lin Chuan pulled the trigger, the man's eyes bulged out instantly, obviously noticing the sniper a kilometer away. Unfortunately, it was too late.

Whoosh...

The bullet entered through his brow, and then the cranium burst open. Half of his head exploded, splattering the fresh red blood and tender brain matter all over the front windshield.

That operation went smoothly, and it was because of this that Lin Chuan made a name for himself. Snipers and special forces from the United Kingdom, the United States, Germany... all took him as an example. This guy who could survive dehydrated in the North African desert for half a month and still take out the base's number two person with one shot was indeed awesome. Special forces from various countries all gave him a thumbs up. The Dark Soldier organization also made a name for itself because of this battle, and began to be deeply investigated by various countries.

Lin Chuan stepped on the silver leaves on the ground, a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes as black as this night.

Suddenly, a graceful figure not far away. Clad in a black leather outfit, the black clothing hugged her long and well-proportioned legs, her full and elastic buttocks adding a touch of sexiness and voluptuousness. Under the moonlight, her loose black hair emitted a unique fragrance. That delicate face, a pair of pitifully charming eyes, showing a distressing grievance.

"Silver Fox?" Lin Chuan was stunned.

"Chuan." Silver Fox bit her red lips and said, "This is the last time I'm asking you, come with me."

Lin Chuan did not agree, nor did he refuse. He simply exhaled a cloud of murky air and then said, "Silver Fox, I won't go with you. Whether you understand or accept it, or whether you hate or resent me."

"Why!" Silver Fox clenched her teeth and said, "You've already been removed from the Dark Soldier, why do you still cling to them? What the country can give you, I can give you too. As long as you come with me, money, women... even myself, it's all yours!"

Lin Chuan laughed softly, his smile somewhat icy and helpless.

"You still won't agree?" Silver Fox bit her silver teeth, her enchanting face, one so many men would painfully yearn to possess. Such a graceful, such a delicate woman, she was the dream goddess in many men's hearts.

However, faced with such a tempting beauty, Lin Chuan was unmoved. It wasn't that he couldn't be moved, but because he could not betray the bottom line of his heart, could not trample on his principles. Once upon a time, when enlisting in the military, Lin Chuan had raised his hand and sworn an oath to the flag. He had vowed never to do anything that would betray his country, betray his people. He absolutely couldn't do anything that would aid tyranny.

Fire Fox wasn't an evil organization, but its past could not be completely cleansed. And now, Fire Fox was still not a benevolent organization. It seemed to rob the rich to aid the poor, but in reality, it was still deeply entangled with some dark organizations. If Lin Chuan joined Fire Fox, it would certainly mean violating his original oath.

"Silver Fox, just let me be an ordinary person," Lin Chuan said with a smile, "then to marry and have children, and to live out my days in solitude. Isn't that good?"

"No!" Silver Fox's heart shattered: "That's not you, you are not the Lin Chuan I know. You are not that wolf that strikes terror into people's hearts at the mention of your name."

"Even a wolf has its tranquil moments, its times of retirement, its times of heartache. Doesn't it?" Lin Chuan stubbed out the cigarette in his hand, suddenly looked up at Silver Fox, his hands even began to tremble, those past memories seemed to surge up from the depths of his recollection in an instant. Everything appeared before his eyes.

"No," Silver Fox shook her head.

She looked deeply at Lin Chuan. The silver moonlight was like a pair of tender hands gently caressing both of their faces. Yet, both faces were filled with sorrow. The soft moon, like a loving mother, used her silent words to console two people lost in the maze of feelings.

Under the moonlight, Silver Fox held back tears from the past, looking very downhearted, very sad and sorrowful. The tears in her eyes seemed on the verge of falling at any moment.

"I'm sorry." Lin Chuan lowered his head, his hands still trembling slightly.

"If one day, I meet with disaster on the battlefield, will you come to save me?" Silver Fox asked.

"I will!" Lin Chuan nodded firmly, his eyes also filled with resolute light.

"That's good." Silver Fox nodded slightly, "At least it means you still have me in your heart. Right?"

"Always have." Lin Chuan said earnestly.

"Thank you." Silver Fox suddenly revealed a blissful smile. Tears fell from her eyes. Her figure gradually disappeared under the moonlight, faded into the slowly dissipating hazy clouds. Lin Chuan watched Silver Fox's retreating figure, suddenly revealing a faint sorrow.

Silver Fox was a good girl; when he had rescued her, he never thought of asking for anything in return. But this silly girl repeatedly wanted to repay his kindness with love. This made Lin Chuan very sad, unsure of what to do. After all, this matter wasn't easy to speak of, and he didn't know how to say it. Perhaps, this was a karmic entanglement, perhaps, this was a relationship that needed testing, needed proving. Lin Chuan never forced things, but he also didn't want to just go with the flow.

Some things are better left to take their natural course. But he would not change his original intention for such feelings.

Especially when Lin Chuan came back and saw his mother with a broken leg, who could understand the bitterness of that moment? Who could understand the heartbreak? Lin Chuan wouldn't leave again, never again. He decided to be an ordinary person, a regular man, to provide for his family, to take care of his mother in her old age.

After Silver Fox left, Lin Chuan stood alone on the factory's road for a long time. He remained silent until, after a long while, he took out a cigarette and took a deep drag. It was as if he wanted to swallow all his troubles, burn them away, filter them, then breathe them out.

"Chuan, why are you standing here?" a voice came.

"Oh, it's Aunt Zhou," Lin Chuan replied.

Aunt Zhou held a coat in her hand, and hurriedly draped it over Lin Chuan, saying: "Don't freeze yourself, silly boy. What are you standing here for? Go home to warm up, don't stand around dumbly."

"Thank you," Lin Chuan nodded.

Aunt Zhou curiously looked at Lin Chuan and asked: "Silly boy, do... do you have something on your mind?"

"No, nothing," Lin Chuan quickly waved his hands.

"That's good, but if there is, you should speak up," Aunt Zhou hurriedly said.

"Don't worry, I definitely will," Lin Chuan quickly nodded.

Aunt Zhou left the coat with Lin Chuan and repeatedly reminded him to return home soon. Then she hurried for home; the weather was cold enough, and once it gets to the early hours, it would surely freeze. Watching Aunt Zhou's retreating figure, he suddenly realized that Aunt Zhou wasn't as undesirable as he imagined. She was also a heartwarming aunt, a person deserving of respect.

Not long after walking away, Aunt Zhou suddenly turned back and said, "Lin Chuan, my niece will be back in a few days. I'll arrange for you two to meet."

Before Lin Chuan could answer, Aunt Zhou hurriedly left.

This puzzled Lin Chuan even more. How could the improved impression disappear in the blink of an eye? However, Lin Chuan wouldn't forget Aunt Zhou's kindness so easily, after all, once some people's hearts are warmed, it becomes difficult to cool them again.

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