Chapter 1615: Chapter 1616: Greasy Biceps
That’s what you say, but you know very well the temperament of the Heavenly Fox, who then added, "Jerris, nicknamed ’the slippery rat of the sewer,’ you should understand the meaning of that. Moreover, I can tell you very clearly that he’s definitely not the only one who hurt you; he doesn’t have that capability. So..."
"So, there must be other accomplices around him."
You nodded, "That’s right. For now, what I can confirm is that this person is definitely not from the Netherworld."
"Why?" Seeing you gradually enter the crux of the analysis, a shrewd light flashed in the corner of Heavenly Fox’s eyes.
You seemed not to notice and continued your analysis, "Jerris is notorious, and none of the other ten Death Gods from the Netherworld are willing to work with him, not even under the order of the Queen of Underworld."
"And what about you?"
You paused for a moment, then looked at Heavenly Fox and said word by word, "The Netherworld has nothing to do with me anymore. I am who I am."
"Hmm, I see." Heavenly Fox mused for a moment and said, "According to your analysis, there must be other forces involved. Currently, the only information I have is about Jerris. It seems I can never get rid of your shadow for the rest of my life."
"That’s your own business, I can’t be bothered with it."
At this point, you felt that was enough, so you stood up, intending to leave.
Heavenly Fox looked at you, staring with a gaze so melancholy that it made you feel uneasy. You reluctantly sat back down with a sigh, "Put away that disgusting look of yours and tell me, what do you want me to do?"
Heavenly Fox gave a graceful smile, an expression more dreamy than a movie scene, which made you extremely speechless.
"In the whole of China, no one understands Jerris better than you do. I hope you can help me."
You were silent for a moment, then slightly shook your head, "I can’t make a move. Once I do, even stronger enemies will appear. Just follow the method I just mentioned. With your abilities, dealing with Jerris should be more than enough."
Heavenly Fox’s face darkened, staring at you, "What I’m worried about isn’t Jerris but the person who set the trap for me and caused the injury to a combat team member."
Hearing this, you couldn’t help but frown, "Did someone else besides you get hurt?"
Saying this, Heavenly Fox nodded slightly, his expression gradually turning solemn, "A very good young man got his left scapula and lung pierced to cover his comrades."
You also fell silent. Though such things are commonplace for combat team members on special missions, as a former member, you couldn’t help but feel some pain upon hearing it.
Next, knowing all about your past, Heavenly Fox touched a sore spot in you, "He was only twenty-four, with the surname Liang as well."
"Enough!" You suddenly stood up, with a cold face, and quickly walked out.
For you, since Heavenly Fox wasn’t dead nor disabled, there was no need to stay any longer.
As you reached the door, Liao Yong stepped aside to clear a path for you, and inside the ward, Heavenly Fox’s voice came through, "Captain, we all hope you can come back."
"What’s done can’t be undone."
You threw a cold remark and disappeared around the corner under the watchful eyes of Special Forces members.
"Hey, who on earth is that guy?" A young man in the Special Forces asked cautiously.
"Don’t ask questions you shouldn’t," before anyone could speak, Liao Yong gave him a glare and then turned to enter the ward. Facing Heavenly Fox, who was sipping water from a clear glass, he said, "It seems the Captain still can’t get over the shadows of the past."
Heavenly Fox smiled gracefully and said, "No, he’s already moved past it, otherwise he wouldn’t have come to see me and say so much."
"If so, then why doesn’t the Captain return? The Military Department has always kept all his files and rank. As long as he’s willing to come back, he..."
Seeing Liao Yong getting a bit agitated, Heavenly Fox softly comforted, "Black Bull, you, Liang Zi, and Gong Wu have stayed with the Captain the longest, but none of you actually understand him. Li Tian, no, Li Muyun, is the most responsible and capable man I’ve ever seen."
Saying that, Liao Yong noticed a certain radiance in Heavenly Fox’s eyes, a glow he had never seen before.
When you returned to school, the school celebration had just ended.
"Old Shu, where did you go just now? The guys couldn’t find you anywhere." Seeing you appear, Xiao Feng hurried over with one of the boys.
Seeing Xiao Feng’s odd expression and the red-and-purple mark at the corner of his mouth, you furrowed your eyebrows slightly, "What happened?"
"Let’s talk while we walk. Zisu and Susu are waiting for you."
According to Xiao Feng, after you left, a few rich brats ran backstage to cause trouble, specifically looking for Yan Zisu and Chen Susu. One claimed to be the young owner of the Haitian Entertainment Group and wanted to make Chen Susu and Yan Zisu famous.
Then, Xiao Feng and the others had an argument with them and a scuffle broke out backstage. Although the fight wasn’t intense, those rich brats were also quite apprehensive. After all, this celebration attracted many prominent figures, any one of whom could ruin them with a single word, so causing trouble here was akin to courting death.
On the surface, it seems the issue passed, but everyone knew that those societal scumbags living off their families’ essence blood wouldn’t let it go easily.
Listening to Xiao Feng, you didn’t deliver a long-winded speech nor showed any anger, instead calmly saying, "Why is it always the Haitian Financial Group."
Since you came back, most of the troubles you encountered stemmed from the Haitian Financial Group, almost as if it was specifically set up to target you.
Thinking of this, you immediately picked up your phone and dialed a number, "Dong Zi, get me copies of all personnel above manager level in the Haitian Financial Group, and also all the background information on this corporation."
"Alright."
Hanging up the phone, you and Xiao Feng returned to the classroom of Grade Three Class Two. Most students were watching performances, and as you walked along, there were very few still studying in the classrooms.
The classroom of Grade Three Class Two had only four people: Yan Zisu, Chen Susu, Liu Yaoyao, and Zong Wangyue.
Seeing your arrival, Zong Wangyue, who had been highly tense, finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
"Old Shu, you’re finally back."
You stepped forward and patted Zong Wangyue’s shoulder, laughing, "Zongzi, I find you’re getting more manly."
"Really? Hehe, I think so too." With that, Zong Wangyue flexed his oily biceps proudly.