The City's Invincible Soldier King

Chen Gefeng avoided Long Lin, who was a madman who did not follow the rules. Looking at Xi Wanting, he asked seriously: "Boss Xi, do you really want to become my enemy?"

"I'm just a woman." Xi Wanting said expressionlessly.

Xi Wanting's words stung Chen Gefeng's cheeks.

Although Xi Wanting did not emphasize that she was Long Lin's woman again, the meaning behind her words was very obvious.

I'm just a woman, my man has the final say in my family's affairs.

Was there a better way to slap his face?

A trace of coldness quietly flashed through Chen Gefeng's eyes.

This time, he was truly enraged.

The angrier and calmer he was, the more arrogant he would be. How could he become a slave to his emotions?

"Alright, I'll remember." Chen Gefeng nodded at Xi Wanting, his voice cold. "I hope that Boss Xi can also remember every word you said tonight."

"I've always had a good memory."

Chen Gefeng looked at Xi Wanting deeply, then bent down to carry Zou Ming who was drenched in cold sweat from the pain, and walked out of the hall without looking back.

Chen Gefeng's actions had once again won him a good impression from many.

Loving the soldier like a son and cherishing his subordinates.

This kind of person was worth being associated with.

How could Long Lin not see through Chen Gefeng's intentions? He did not use words to poke holes in his thoughts, because other than Xi Wanting, no one would believe his words.

He was a madman in the eyes of the rich who thought themselves superior.

A total lunatic.

Who would believe the words of a madman!

The girl looked at Long Lin with hatred and chased after him.

Looking at Chen Gefeng's back figure, Long Lin secretly squinted his eyes, a cold intent flashing past his eyes.

If he wanted to show off his superiority, he would show it. If the situation was amiss, he would just leave. Where in the world did such a good thing come from?

If you do something wrong, you have to pay the price.

Long Lin fished in his pants pocket and found a coin.

His right hand quietly clenched and a corner of the coin was turned into a ball the size of a third of a finger.

The crowd was dispersing, and the scene looked somewhat chaotic.

With a flick of his finger, the ball transformed into a flash of lightning and accurately hit Chen Gefeng's right knee.

's right leg, which had just landed, suddenly lost all of its strength. Chen Gefeng who had lost his balance, was heavily hit by Zou Ming who was still fighting against Zou Ming, and fell to the ground, dead.

A burning pain spread out from his lips, causing Chen Gefeng's expression to turn incomparably ugly.

Reaching out his hand, he felt it. The sight of fresh blood.

Zou Ming, whose knees were all shattered, once again let out a painful scream from the impact.

"Big Brother Chen, are you alright?" Wang Qing Qing quickly bent down and tried to move Zou Ming who was on Chen Gefeng's back. With a face full of concern, she asked anxiously.

"I'm fine." Chen Gefeng stood up with a gloomy face.

"Big Brother Chen, your lips are bleeding." Wang Qingqing quickly opened her bag and took out a tissue, carefully wiping the blood on Chen Gefeng's lips.

After a while, Chen Gefeng's right knee finally recovered its strength, and he bent down to carry Zou Ming again. However, he turned around, and stared at Long Lin with a pair of ice-cold eyes.

From the beginning to end, Chen Gefeng had never said a single word, but his actions, had won him even more recognition.

If not for the fact that they were in Message Sea and there were simply too many spectators, coupled with the fact that they were not very familiar with Chen Gefeng and could not determine his preferences, many of them would have already rushed forward to kneel and lick his feet.

Regarding this, Long Lin did not care at all.

Everyone in the world was an enemy, so what could they do?

On the bloody and cruel battlefield, in the desperate situation of being besieged by a dozen times stronger enemies, how could he be afraid of the schemes and tricks of the city if his dignified military blade hadn't even furrowed his brows?

Soldiers come to block the water, that's all.

After Chen Gefeng's commotion, Xi Wanting was too lazy to buy any more information.

"Take a walk with me."

"Alright."

Any organization that sold information for a living was extremely terrifying.

Although there were a lot of people who wanted to kill Xi Wanting, the mountain peak above Message Sea was definitely not the ideal place to assassinate him.

Long Lin and Xi Wanting walked out of the hall shoulder to shoulder, which attracted the attention of countless people, and caused whispers to one another.

The street lights were dim and yellow, the trees were shady, the wind was blowing gently, and there was also that peerless beauty. To any man, this was a night worth looking forward to.

But Long Lin did not feel any happiness, on the contrary, he felt a huge pressure.

Xi Wanting's public statements had indeed greatly helped him, but it was also because Xi Wanting was extremely nervous.

As matters stood, how could Long Lin not understand Xi Wanting's thoughts?

Not a shield.

Suddenly, the sound of thunder shook the night sky.

Amidst the thunder and lightning, the rain poured down in torrents. The water vapor that filled the air made the entire world seem as if it was shrouded in mist.

Long Lin and Xi Wanting stood shoulder to shoulder in the mountain pavilion, avoiding the pouring rain.

"It's raining." Xi Wanting said softly as she looked at the rain.

Long Lin did not know how to respond, and simply chose to remain silent.

The mountain wind became violent, carrying with it a damp mist of rain, and brutally rushed into the pavilion.

Xi Wanting shifted her body, she retreated to the center of the pavilion and said softly, "Cold."

Long Lin also retreated to the center of the pavilion and took off his suit along the way, placing it on Xi Wanting's shoulder. Then, like a wooden pillar, he stood in front of Xi Wanting, helping her block out the wind and rain.

Xi Wanting looked at Long Lin's back gloomily.

Why is this man so much like a block of wood?

Do I have to say the words "I love you" straight out?

Can't you save me some modesty?

Moreover, it was not that Xi Wanting did not dare to say those two words, but he was afraid that if she said those three words directly, Long Lin would run even faster than a rabbit being chased away by a dog.

Xi Wanting bit her lower lip, remained silent for a while, and like she had lost her temper, increased the volume and said, "It's cold."

Long Lin turned and looked at Xi Wanting.

Under the night sky, Xi Wanting's eyes did not give way, causing him to suddenly become flustered.

That kind of stubbornness was too much like gentleness.

Actually, Long Lin did not reject the feeling of being together with Xi Wanting at all, but he was afraid of the feeling of constantly changing roles in reality and fantasy.

This kind of entanglement not only would make him absent-minded, but it would also very likely cause a fatal crisis for Xi Wanting due to him being careless for a moment. It would also cause him a great deal of harm.

Either not, or seriously love, could not selfishly use Xi Wanting as a gentle substitute.

Long Lin looked at his only remaining shirt, which had been drenched by the wind and rain, and said seriously: "If your shirt is wet, it's useless even if I give it to you."

"..."

Xi Wanting was so depressed that she wanted to vomit blood.

Who replied like that?

As the stubbornness in his bones spread, Xi Wanting decided to go all out. He stared at Long Lin and said seriously, "If this continues, I'll catch a cold."

"I'm fine." Long Lin earnestly guaranteed, "When the rain stops, I will make you a medicine to prevent a cold. I guarantee you won't catch a cold."

If vomiting blood 3 liters was not depressing, Xi Wanting would be willing to do the same.

Unfortunately, she couldn't spit out three liters of blood, so she could only gloomily walk to the edge of the pavilion.