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Yuan Qingyan was very embarrassed, very, very embarrassed.

If he is surrounded by his comrades who have fought side by side for more than ten years, then he can completely give up his back, but no, he is surrounded by a group of brats who have not yet grown up.

I haven't even seen blood. Maybe the blood I've seen the most in my life is the nosebleed from a group fight.

In front were more than a dozen bloody adult wolves.

Yuan Qingyan tightened his masseter muscles on his cheeks. He stared at the slowly approaching wolves in front of him. He stretched out his big hand to the side of his belt, tightly holding the sharp and thin saber.

"Instructor..." A student murmured from behind, "What should we do?"

Yuan Qingyan bit the tip of his tongue and forced himself to calm down, his eyes gleamed fiercely like sinking pools: "Protect yourself, and find a chance to run later."

"What about you instructor, you can't do it alone, we, we still help—"

Yuan Qingyan turned his head and quickly interrupted him: "Don't make trouble for me here, I have experience and can deal with it. You go back to my tent, and after you find my gun, send it over immediately!"

"Okay, okay, instructor, hold on, we'll go right away."

Yuan Qingyan didn't even have the time to respond. Seeing that the humans were about to run away, the wolves suddenly accelerated their slow, tentative pace, and rushed towards them with bent elbows.

Yuan Qingyan pushed away a student who was half a beat behind and was about to fall into the wolf's mouth, swung the tip of the knife, and stabbed hard.

Hot blood sprayed to the ground, and the wolf groaned and fell to the ground with a bow and the fur on its back was wet and sticky.

When the other wolves saw that their companion was injured, their eyes darkened, and they all surrounded Yuan Qingyan.

Seeing that the other students ran out, Yuan Qingyan secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and tightened his grip on the saber.

A wolf rushed up.

Another one.

Yuan Qingyan was at his wits' end, although he resisted the wolf's bite, he was also seriously injured, his calf was mottled with blood and flesh, and the flesh on his waist was bitten to a muddy state.

Breathing gradually became heavier, blood drops slipped from the side of Yuan Qingyan's deep face, forming a pool of blood on the ground.

He licked off the blood stains around his mouth, straightened his back and stabbed harder and deeper, howling in pain, but the pack of wolves had no intention of stopping at all, and Yuan Qingyan frowned so much that he could kill flies.

"Instructor!!"

Yuan Qingyan turned his head sideways.

"Instructor, the gun is here, here it is!"

Yuan Qingyan took the gun from the student's hand without delay, put his index finger on the trigger, and pressed it silently, bang, bang——

After all, it was practiced. Not long after, the wolves fell to the ground one after another.

Yuan Qingyan gasped for breath, didn't even have a rest or the joy of the rest of his life, turned his head and said, "Has Wen Tian come back?"

The student was taken aback: "No."

"Look for it." Yuan Qingyan said forcefully, "Get them both back."

Yuan Qingyan dragged his bloody body and walked into the woods first, and the others followed suit, not daring to be left behind.

Where can I go?

Where can that guy go?

Yuan Qingyan's chest rose and fell sharply, his ears were buzzing, he lost a lot of blood, his complexion was terribly pale, but his eyes were extremely bright.

After about half a cup of tea, the student came over with a sullen face, and said awkwardly: "Instructor, we didn't find it, why don't you go back and bandage the wound first, your face—"

Yuan Qingyan raised his head abruptly, his bloodshot and red eyes protruded from his black hair, and he swept over coldly, like another blood-eating beast in a trance, his voice was hoarse and angry: "Can't find it? It's in the woods, you saw it with your own eyes, how could you not find it?!"

"We saw him go in, but the forest is so big..."

"Get out!" Yuan Qingyan was so upset that he didn't want to hear a word, and growled like a beast: "Go in and look for it! Everyone!"

His hostility was too obvious, no one dared to challenge him at this time, so they could only walk into the woods with concern.

But the forest was always too big and too dense. Even though all the personnel were used to search every corner, they couldn't find that surprisingly beautiful little boy, who seemed to have evaporated out of thin air.

In the evening, Yuan Qingyan dismissed the students with a gloomy face, and went to find Midnight in the woods by himself.

Finally returned without success.

……

Wen Tian was gone.

Including today, it is the third day.

The training had to be postponed because the instructor was not available.

Since Yuan Qingyan came back from the forest that day, he entered the tent and never came out again. He has been guarding the contact person on the communicator. The news of the student's disappearance cannot be spread. All the messages he sends must be encrypted and delivered layer by layer. Over there.

In just a few days, he seemed to have changed a lot.

His clothes were disheveled, his jawbones and cheekbones were tightly covered by his thin flesh, his face hadn't been taken care of much, and there were a few stubbles on his chin, which had worn away his fierce and heroic temperament.

This distressed appearance like a dog in the water is far from the image of the God of War.

Another message was sent, and Yuan Qingyan looked at the words "sent successfully", his shoulders slowly slumped, and he exhaled slowly and heavily, his eyelids covered his bloodshot eyes.

Two seconds later, he opened his eyes, lit a cigarette held between his pale finger bones, put it to his mouth and took a puff, the stimulation from the tobacco instantly filled his heart and lungs.

He hasn't touched one in years, but he can't find anything more soothing than this right now.

The air was dead silent and dull, and within a short while, smoke began to rise in the small tent.

Yuan Qingyan was about to sleep under the paralysis of tobacco, the only sleep he had in the past few days, when the communicator beside the pillow suddenly rang.

It's a row of unfamiliar numbers.

Yuan Qingyan frowned, he really didn't want to talk to anyone now, but he still pressed the answer button because he was afraid of missing the news from the military.

As soon as the phone was connected, a low, cold voice came straight from the receiver: "Where is Wen Tian?"

"...Jiang Jing?"

Yuan Qingyan was stunned, his eyelids twitched heavily, and his tone was incredible: "You peeked at the secret document I sent? You don't want to die, you dare to intercept the military's things, if people know, have you thought about the consequences? What is it?"

Jiang Jing repeated in a weak tone: "I'm asking, where is Wen Tian?"

Yuan Qingyan was silent for a few seconds, and Jiang Jing's questioning tone seemed to have been severely pumped down his spine, and his whole body became limp, and he said in a low voice: "It's gone. He went into the forest that day for a long time. I wanted to I went to look for him, and then I encountered a pack of wolves, and I went to look for him after I solved it, but I couldn't find it anyway."

Jiang Jing's eyes were slightly cold, "Why don't you like him."

"You have been outside for more than ten years, and you haven't made any progress at all. Can't you even look down on individuals?"

Yuan Qingyan was a somewhat arrogant person by nature, and he couldn't help feeling a little annoyed when he was treated in a questioning tone continuously: "I have other things to do, how do I know that if I'm not around for a while, something will happen to him!"

There was thunder and lightning on Devaux Street at the moment, and the rain was coming.

Jiang Jing was wearing a straight military uniform, standing in front of the window where the rain was winding, motionless, her black eyes wrapped in a creepy coldness.

The rain crackled and fell, crushing the verdant treetops with an irresistible momentum. It was the first time Jiang Jing showed this expression. It was cold and disturbing, just like his warning voice: "Yuan Qingyan."

His face was cold, and he said every word very clearly: "He is the person you brought out. If you dare to let him have an accident, I will not make it easy for you at the superior."

Yuan Qingyan crushed the smoke at his fingertips, his face was obscured by the lingering smoke, "Are you threatening me?"

The dark clouds rolled and piled up in the night, and the atmosphere suddenly became tense because of this sentence.

Jiang Jing stood in the shadows, her black hair was blown to the sides, her thin white eyelids were lifted slightly, half of her well-fitting clothes were soaked by the rain, and her eyes were filled with a gloomy and terrifying dark color.

After a long while, he seemed to be laughing lightly, not much, like the torrential rain outside made people feel cold from head to toe.

"No, it's not a threat..."

Jiang Jing tapped the window lattice with her pale fingers, and said in a slow and deep voice, "As far as I know, the mining and transportation industries around the Emerald Star are dominated by the original family. Shaking titans. Powerful, great, but...if I wanted to, I could make them disappear overnight—you can see if I can do it."

Yuan Qingyan's fist on his knee suddenly stretched out with blue veins, and his arm showed a somewhat ferocious vein.

He gritted his teeth and said sarcastically, "Admiral Jiang, anyone can say empty words. The original family has a huge foundation, and it can affect the whole body. It's not like you just let it disappear."

"I can't, but I can do false accounts." Jiang Jing's expression was calm, "The original family is so powerful, and the people above are watching it, if they find out that you have a problem with your liquidity, what do you say? , what will they do?"

Yuan Qingyan's steady breathing suddenly changed, he clenched his fists in disbelief, his knife-slashed face had a sinister and terrifying expression, and even the breath he exhaled was a bit hot.

Impossible, his father did it quite secretly, and the people who knew about it couldn't count more than three on their fingers... How could Jiang Jing know!

Jiang Jing lowered her eyelids, and the cold rain slid down her cheeks: "I don't want to get involved in your affairs, so you'd better find him quickly, I can't wait too long."

Yuan Qingyan clenched his teeth tightly, the muscles around his cheeks swelled out, and his eyes were fiercer and colder than ever.

Falsifying accounts is a last resort, but those lunatics are able to seize a gap and turn their original family upside down.

The snake has to hit seven inches, this is a threat.

That's what counts as a threat.

Knowing Jiang Jing for so many years, Yuan Qingyan has never seen him lose his temper so much that he would call him and threaten him in violation of the rules. If now is not the time, Yuan Qingyan really wants to boast about Wen Tian's wisdom.

The people on both ends of the communicator were waiting for the other to speak, and there was a long confrontation separated by hundreds of miles.

Yuan Qingyan was the first to lose the battle, and his voice was calm after exhaustion, "It's useless for you to threaten me, I want to find him faster than anyone else."

Wen Tian is a little bit stronger, delicate and timid, like water, he will only cry quietly when he is wronged, if something happens to him...

Yuan Qingyan didn't dare to think about it.

Jiang Jing didn't dare to think about it either.

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