Hooligan, bandit, kidnapping the womenfolk!
After dressing himself, Xing Liehuo marched toward the doorway with the firm steps distinct to a soldier. Just before exiting, he fiercely turned his head back to look at her, his tone as arrogantly overbearing as ever, "Your clothes will be delivered in five minutes, and I want to see you in the living room in ten."
So cool!
The woman wrapped in the blanket was dumbfounded.
In fact, Xing Liehuo was quite irritable.
Indescribable, unexplainable, annoyed, and unsettled!
As he walked downstairs, he pulled out his phone and saw two missed calls, one from the Xing Mansion and the other from Yi Shaotian.
He frowned.
How deeply had he slept to not hear the ringtone?
After pondering for a moment, he returned the call to the Xing Mansion. The one who answered was the old man's housekeeper, saying that the old man had just returned from a week-long state visit to D Country and wanted to see him over the weekend.
He responded indifferently, "I got it, will see how it goes," and hung up.
He glanced at the other missed call but did not dial back.
In this world, there always seem to be people who simply do not believe in pies falling from the sky.
Lian Qiao was one of them.
Wearing the jungle training uniform distinctive to the Red Thorn Special Combat Team, with immaculate epaulets and an arm patch bearing the Red Thorn insignia, she was shakily holding the transfer order in her hands, flipping it over and over again in the wind.
Wasn't this too abrupt? Just yesterday she was a heroic female traffic officer, and today she turned into a staff officer for the special forces?
Looking at the 'China—Special Forces' inscription on her nameplate, the feeling was too fantastical!
It wasn't her first time wearing a military uniform. When her father was alive, she had even secretly put on his military uniform, and she remembered that ever since childhood, she wanted to be a glorious special forces soldier just like her dad.
What a shame...
In an instant, several thoughts flashed through her mind, and she smiled at the man with the cold and desolate face, "It's not April Fool's Day today, right?"
"It's not!"
"Then what's this for?"
"The revolution needs it."
Revolution? From which era is that?
Seeing King Yan's emotionless dark face, as sternly serious as if it were all real, twisted her inside.
"Commander, stop joking, what's the real reason?"
Xing Liehuo frowned unhappily, "Because you're foolish."
Lian Qiao twitched, responded with a strong "Fine," slowly approached him, and with a thievingly sweet smile said, "Confucius said, men who lie... will become impotent."
Hearing her words, Xing Liehuo didn't even flinch, just wrapped his arm around her petite frame and carried her against his chest as he walked straight out the door.
"Confucius also said, the one who loses out is you."
"..."
After he stuffed her into the car, he sat down beside her with a stern face and emotionlessly commanded the driver to start the car, but his big hand was naughtily placed on her leg.
Caressing lightly or pressing firmly.
Lian Qiao despised him internally, pretending to be all serious, that big bad wolf, utterly shameless.
The car silently left Jingli.
The further they went, the more remote the place became until they finally stopped inside a large compound surrounded by tall electric fences.
Wow!
The sentries were special forces soldiers carrying 81-1 automatic rifles.
Honestly, she felt a little excited.
At that moment—
A lieutenant colonel wearing a black beret, with camouflage paint on his face, and black combat boots came running up to them.
"Reporting to the commander, all members of the Sky Hawk Squad of the Red Thorn Special Forces are present. Awaiting orders."
Xing Liehuo nodded; he still valued his three top men.
"Mingcheng, you've worked hard."
The lieutenant colonel smiled goofily, "Boss, Commissioner Yi from the city's Public Security Bureau has been waiting here for a full hour and fifteen minutes!"
Rain began to drizzle from the sky.
From afar, the rhythmic sound of commands could be heard.
"Left, right, left, attention, at ease!"
This was Sky Hawk.
Sky Hawk was a codename. It sounded cool, but it was, in fact, the only squad of the Red Thorn Special Combat Team that was publicly known. It was said that the most secret combat team of the Red Thorn was named 'Sky Scorpio,' known for being vicious, accurate, and poisonous. The soldiers of Sky Scorpio Combat Team were elites, handpicked one in a hundred from the special forces.
With these thoughts in her mind, Lian Qiao followed Xing Liehuo silently and with bowed head.
They remained silent along the way.
Suddenly, a deep voice drifted past her ear—
"Big brother!"
Her heart trembled, and Lian Qiao abruptly lifted her head.
The man before her, dressed in a very formal police uniform, stood straight and tall. His deep and indifferent features took on a layer of vagueness under the rain, with a glinting diamond ring on his slightly clenched fingers catching her eye.
Well, a wedding ring.
"Commissioner Yi, sorry to keep you waiting!" Xing Liehuo replied nonchalantly, his haughty demeanor as if keeping someone a thousand miles away.
"Big brother, we're family, don't be so distant; just call me Shaotian!"
Yi Shaotian extended his hand with a smile, greeting her courteously. His gaze flickered with an imperceptible dimness as it swept over Lian Qiao.
"No rush, there's time to change how you address me after the wedding."
With a smirk and a raised eyebrow, Xing Liehuo extended his hand coolly.
The two men, one impassive and the other cold, both had a faint air of estrangement and politeness on their faces.
The atmosphere became tense, chilling the air between them.
This primordial power struggle between the two males made the onlookers tremble inside.
"I have some arrangements to make, so please excuse me, Commissioner Yi, for making you wait a little longer." After exchanging a few pleasantries, Xing Liehuo possessively took hold of Lian Qiao's shoulder, his eyes holding a look akin to indulgence when they fell on her: "Let's go."
His hand was burning hot, causing Lian Qiao to shudder as if she had been electrocuted.
Her heart skipped a beat. Why was he suddenly being so nice to her?
However—
When she caught a glimpse of Yi Shaotian's frowning expression, she was only too happy to play along.
With a playful stick of her tongue, she willingly looped her arm through the cold King Yan's, and sweetly cooed, "Let's go."
"Qiaoqiao!" Just as she was about to step forward, Yi Shaotian's somewhat somber voice called out, "Wait a moment, can I have a word with you?"