Special Forces Medic

Wu Shuang glanced at Murong Lengyue. Faced with Murong Lengyue's words, Wu Shuang hesitated, for Murong Lengyue exuded an undeniable aura. However, the alarm in the conference room hadn't been fully lifted. The battle between the Middle Eastern gentleman and Xiao Lin earlier, although the Middle Eastern gentleman was pressed by Xiao Lin, with their skills, who knew what could happen next?

If anything happened to Murong Lengyue at this time, it wouldn't be a trivial matter. Although Xiao Lin and others were bearing the responsibility upstairs, Wu Shuang wouldn't come out unscathed if something went wrong here. So, in the end, Wu Shuang acted; she directly picked up Murong Lengyue.

Murong Lengyue did not expect Wu Shuang to be so bold as to directly carry her. Since the age of six, she couldn't recall anyone having carried her like this. Murong Lengyue didn't struggle but coldly said, "Put me down, or I'll report you to your superiors for mistreating a foreign guest!" Murong Lengyue was not a Huaxia national, so she spoke confidently.

"I did this at the request of your bodyguard, and even if my superiors criticize me in front of you, they will certainly commend me in private because what I did was right. So, save your energy from struggling; that's right!" Wu Shuang was not easy to deal with. If it wasn't for her admiration of Murong Lengyue's unparalleled kindness, she wouldn't bother with this affair.

"Put me down!" Murong Lengyue shouted hysterically, which left Young Master Wu dumbfounded. Since when had he seen Murong Lengyue speak loudly, let alone scream hysterically? But Wu Shuang didn't care; since she was only shouting, let her shout. No one knew why she wanted to stay on the scene.

Seeing Wu Shuang continuing without response, Murong Lengyue stopped calling, took a deep breath, and said, "Since you don't listen to advice, then don't blame me!" With that, a tiny silver needle suddenly shot out from her ring. When Young Master Wu saw it from behind, he knew things were bad and wanted to stop it, but the silver needle had already pierced Wu Shuang's waist.

Wu Shuang only felt a numbness in her waist, her vision blacked out, her entire body seemed limp and weak, and with Murong Lengyue's weight on her shoulder, she directly collapsed to the ground, losing consciousness.

It seemed Murong Lengyue had anticipated this outcome. Before Wu Shuang let go and fell, Murong Lengyue stood up smoothly with her falling posture, demonstrating quite agile skills. This scene left Young Master Wu astonished. Such skills were definitely not weak; he didn't expect that Murong Lengyue, who usually seemed so delicate, also possessed considerable martial prowess.

"What, do you also want to carry me out?" Murong Lengyue cast a commanding gaze at Young Master Wu, raising the ring with the silver needle still bearing traces of fresh blood, looking exceptionally shocking under the conference room lights.

Young Master Wu smiled wryly. Faced with Murong Lengyue's forcefulness, how could he dare do anything? Besides, the Wu Family has been the protectors of the Murong Clan for three generations, unwavering in loyalty. Even if Murong Lengyue ordered him to die now, he probably wouldn't have a word of complaint.

"Princess, I dare not, but the situation here..." Young Master Wu felt a bit awkward.

"Don't worry, I have faith in him!" Murong Lengyue looked at Xiao Lin in the arena, a hint of imperceptible trust flickering in her eyes. Such an overt expression that even a martial artist like Young Master Wu noticed something unusual. However, even if he noticed, he dared not say anything or go against it.

He could only muster the courage to say, "Then, Princess, you mustn't stand in the conference room. At least, you should go to that opening over there. Even if there's an accident, the Princess can leave quickly!" Young Master Wu pointed to the nearby opening. It was the gap in the wall that Xiao Lin had smashed, about two meters wide, plenty for two or three people to walk side by side.

Faced with Young Master Wu's request, Murong Lengyue didn't oppose it. She nodded and said, "You and I should first carry this special police lady to the outside of the opening. Nothing unexpected will happen!" Young Master Wu had no better options, so he had to comply. Together with Murong Lengyue, they each took a side and carried Wu Shuang out of the opening.

After Wu Shuang, Young Master Wu, and Murong Lengyue left, the large conference room only had Hua Qingyi and the two special forces soldiers beside him, as well as Xiao Lin and the Middle Eastern gentleman standing on the conference table.

The Middle Eastern gentleman and Xiao Lin were still in a standoff. In the previous bout, the Middle Eastern gentleman was at a complete disadvantage, lacking in both power and speed compared to Xiao Lin. After taking multiple punches, the Middle Eastern gentleman knew that if Xiao Lin intended to kill him, one solid punch would be enough to end his life.

Not fighting Xiao Lin didn't reveal his terror; it was as if all combat was within his calculations. No matter how he attacked, Xiao Lin could quickly find an opening to counter.

Although Xiao Lin was overwhelmingly superior, facing such a rare adversary in the Middle Eastern gentleman, he dared not show any carelessness. In combat between masters, the smallest of oversights might result in losing one's life. A seasoned military doctor like Xiao Lin, who has weathered countless storms, naturally wouldn't make such a trivial mistake.

After the Middle Eastern gentleman figured out Xiao Lin's bottom line, he began to attack. Since his opponent wanted to capture him alive, this was his last chance. If the opponent were truly powerful enough to capture him alive, then there was nothing more to say.

The moves from both sides were incredibly fast. The Middle Eastern gentleman attacked in a desperate manner, without any defense, using large sweeping moves that forced Xiao Lin to retreat several steps.

Xiao Lin defended with all his might, avoiding a direct confrontation with the Middle Eastern gentleman's mutual destruction tactics. However, he maintained one bottom line: not to let the opponent escape.

The Middle Eastern gentleman's fierce storm-like attack pushed Xiao Lin back only five steps before Xiao Lin stopped him. Watching Xiao Lin retreat those five steps made Young Master Wu's heart race with fear. Knowing that Murong Lengyue was still present, if the Middle Eastern gentleman broke through the young man's defenses and rushed towards him, he definitely couldn't block even a punch from the opponent. He prayed in his heart that Xiao Lin would quickly defeat or even kill the Middle Eastern gentleman to resolve the potential threat he posed!

Xiao Lin chose not to attack, opting instead for defense, intending to exhaust the Middle Eastern gentleman and capture him in the end. The Middle Eastern gentleman's fierce attack lasted over fifty moves, each seeming like mutual destruction, yet it only pushed Xiao Lin back five steps. The Middle Eastern gentleman was even more shocked, as if the more he pressed the opponent, the stronger Xiao Lin became. Whenever it appeared he'd be overwhelmed, Xiao Lin mysteriously resolved the situation.

During the fight, even though the conference table was made of marble, it was shattered in many places by the strength of the two, leaving rubble everywhere and dust flying—turning the conference room into chaos.

"What's wrong, still not convinced?" Xiao Lin asked with a slight smile.

"I admit you're strong, but a Holy Church believer will never surrender to a wicked enemy!" replied the Middle Eastern gentleman.

"Haha, wicked enemy? It's funny because you look like the wicked enemy now, right? From what I understand of your appreciation of Huaxia culture, you should know that evil is always defeated by justice. Doesn't this situation clearly show that you're the evil one?" Xiao Lin laughed heartily, amused by the fact that the Middle Eastern gentleman, when stubborn, was no less predictable than the old scholars of Huaxia, and his benevolent demeanor amused Xiao Lin.

"Different personal stances, different positions, naturally lead to different perspectives. My actions now may seem evil to you, but in our Republic organization, in our Holy Church teachings, they are righteous and good!" The Middle Eastern gentleman spoke with a righteous face, disregarding Xiao Lin's mocking laughter.

"Then I'll beat you until you're convinced!" Xiao Lin sneered coldly, knowing that the power in one's hands is the true authority. This time, Xiao Lin took big strides forward and landed a punch before the Middle Eastern gentleman could attack.

The Middle Eastern gentleman had indeed exhausted much of his strength in the previous fierce storm-like assault, while Xiao Lin had just bided his time. The defense earlier hardly consumed any energy from him. This attack had been calculated long ago, aiming to wear down the Middle Eastern gentleman.

Xiao Lin's punches were exquisite in their techniques, superior in both strength and speed over the Middle Eastern gentleman. At this moment, the Middle Eastern gentleman fully realized what kind of power and speed this seemingly slight man possessed; earlier, Xiao Lin was simply yielding to him.

"Pa" — Xiao Lin's foot stomped on the Middle Eastern gentleman's chest, leaving him utterly defenseless. That solid kick almost overturned his internal organs, causing him to tumble backward.

Following up with a left punch, originally the Middle Eastern gentleman couldn't withstand the kick; combined with the punch, it sent his entire body flying backward four or five meters. However, his skills were quite good, as he managed to use both hands to support himself as he landed, bouncing back to avoid a complete defeat.

A trace of fresh blood trickled from the corner of his mouth, indicating severe internal injuries. The Middle Eastern gentleman smiled bitterly, saying, "You're really good; losing to you is worthwhile! But if you want me to surrender and serve Huaxia, you're probably out of luck!" With that said, he raised his right hand and aimed to strike his own crown...

And almost at that very moment, before the Middle Eastern gentleman finished saying 'probably,' Xiao Lin already knew what the opponent was about to do. If this Middle Eastern gentleman died, his value would be greatly diminished. He was more valuable alive to Huaxia. Xiao Lin leapt forth and declared, "Life and death are not yours to decide!" preparing to stop the Middle Eastern gentleman's suicide attempt. (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, feel free to visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast your recommendation or monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)