Special Forces Medic

Chapter 971 940: True or False

When the attention abruptly shifted to Lucifer, who was standing at the side, Flame Swallow, behind Xiao Zhenfeng, blinked. "I can explain this!" Lucifer, as usual, had both his legs up on the table. "Our 'Black Crow' is a bit different from those usual organizations, families, or gangs. All assassins are classified and managed by the 'Undercity,' and leaders of the third tier operate independently. Neither Wings nor I have the authority to control their actions. They only act when it involves 'Black Crow' itself or its missions, any other time they aren't related to us. I hope my explanation can clarify why the Magician appeared by Wang Zhanting's side?"

"So, you're saying that the life or death of any of them wouldn't affect 'Black Crow' itself, is that right?" No one expected Xiao Lin to make this conclusion, and this statement suggested the Magician's existence was irrelevant, showing Xiao Lin's determination to eliminate him. It's like shooting yourself in the foot; Xiao Lin used Lucifer's words to block him. No matter the Magician's fate, it wouldn't involve others, and 'Black Crow' must not provoke anyone due to this individual.

Flame Swallow laughed unceremoniously, followed by a light cough, returning the room to silence. "Naturally!" Lucifer's gaze was reminiscent of Yelu Shou's, his pupils a paler shade like silver, akin to his hair color. "Today, I have something I want to give you, as you passed the first-level test of our 'Black Crow.' Of course, we won't apologize for what happened before, nor will we easily recognize you as the leader of the Xiao Family to lead us. I hope you understand this!" Arrogant actions by arrogant people often breed dislike but also show a distinctive personality.

The lighting dimmed as Lucifer pulled open the curtain behind him, revealing a two-way mirror. Behind the mirror, a person sat with head bowed, motionless, hands cuffed behind the chair, wearing a black uniform.

"This person isn't unfamiliar to you, right? He's DOMO, a former member of Dragon Soul, named Liang Hu."

The moment the curtain was drawn, Xiao Lin recognized the man, his fingers pressed against the glass, showing the whiteness of his nails as an indication of his control, and his chest rising violently betrayed him.

"You seem very excited!" Lucifer, standing by Xiao Lin's side, approached without defense. "DOMO isn't a person but an organization. It was a mistake when the Eliminator had you enter the Undercity as DOMO. Only a few of us know all the members of DOMO," Lucifer explained beside Xiao Lin's ear, meanwhile pointing out a flaw from the past.

"What's going on?" Xiao Lin pushed himself off the mirror forcefully, looking at the person inside, and suddenly thought of the Resurrectionist's plan. "Is this the plan you talked about? The ridiculous experiment of resurrecting the dead? Or were you and Mu Rongyun partners from the beginning?"

"An explanation is an excuse; find out the truth for yourself. I've told you what you need to know, and I'm not interested in what Lao Miao told you. If you continue to tangle with the past, that's your problem. The person has been brought to you; it's up to you how to handle it. You said you're tired of my tricks, so let me tell you, I'm just as tired of this indecisive attitude." Xiao Zhenfeng was indifferent to Xiao Lin's accusations to his face. "The countdown starts now. You have three hours to consider your actions. The plane will fly Hua Qingyi directly to Italy at seven tonight. Will you ignore your brother or get involved directly? Three hours should be enough for you to decide. I don't have time to waste here with you!" After speaking, Xiao Zhenfeng left the meeting room. Lucifer's disdainful laughter made Xiao Lin's scalp tingle, and the person in the mirror slowly lifted his head as if sensing the gaze.

A square face, determined eyes staring in Xiao Lin's direction.

"Liang Hu!" Xiao Lin heard himself shout the man's name, his steps following his heart into the room. He no longer worried this person would escape again. Lucifer's work was meticulous, binding the body's joints so even he couldn't confidently escape the bindings.

"Liang Hu!"

With slightly misty eyes, Liang Hu blinked instinctively, his lips moistened by his tongue's motion. "Xiao Lin!"

There was no way to describe his current feelings. Is there anything more heartbreaking than seeing Liang Hu alive?

"Your hand?"

"This is a regenerated prosthetic, indistinguishable from a real arm, and its capabilities are even stronger!" Liang Hu moved his right arm and chuckled twice. "I know I've wronged you and know you've been taking care of my sister. That's why I agreed to follow them back, hoping you'd kill me with your own hands."

"What are you talking about? I won't kill you! Are you trying to seek my forgiveness through death? Impossible, you must live."

"Live?" Liang Hu suddenly laughed, a sound harsher than crying, full of mockery and sadness. "I'm already a dead man!"

"You're talking nonsense!" Xiao Lin, emotionally grabbing Liang Hu's chin, was startled by the low temperature, making him let go. "How can this be?"

"I..."

"Don't say anything; I'm taking you out." Xiao Lin released Liang Hu from his bindings, extending his left hand. "Come with me!"

Liang Hu raised his head, revealing unusual eyes. He reached out and held Xiao Lin's hand under the surveillance of the cameras. Xiao Lin took Liang Hu away, and no one knew where they were headed.

"Is it alright to just let them go, sir?" Master Qin quietly asked behind Xiao Zhenfeng. "Inform the airport to take off at seven tonight on time." No one knew what Xiao Zhenfeng was thinking either. He kept his eyes on Xiao Lin on the screen, his expressionless face not revealing even a trace of his inner thoughts.

Xiao Lin brought Liang Hu to a cemetery. "I had Lao Long place your body in the Dragon Soul's graveyard, and I erected a new gravestone here for Liang Feng. Liang Feng wasn't eligible to enter Dragon Soul; she could only come here when she missed you. Abandoning her studies to form a group, she did well, with the brothers of Sharp Sword secretly watching over her, suffering little grievance. She's now a bit famous in Yanjing." Xiao Lin brushed off the weeds on the tombstone, the freshly placed flowers blooming vibrantly. "And you, why did you deceive us for so long? Do you expect me to believe the illusion that a dead person can stand in front of me and speak?" (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it, both monthly and recommendation votes, on Qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)