Special Forces Medic

To find out where that tape is, we can only start tracing his whereabouts. Zhang Teng is a smart man. He wouldn't carry such an important item with him, and when Wu Shuang was entering the scene, it was obvious she had been rearranged. Since the item is not with Fatty Wang, he must find that tape before him.

"No rush, no rush!" The woman's fingers traced circles on the carpet, occasionally lifting her eyes to look at Xiao Lin before lowering her head again. "A military doctor from Dragon Soul withdrew to become an emergency room doctor at Yan University Hospital, such a low-key person, getting involved in the family power struggle in Yanjing for a woman. It doesn't seem like an act a dead leader would make." The woman giggled, her beautiful eyebrows furrowed, finding it amusing. "Zhang Teng is just a small role."

"He has something I need."

"Oh, that tape?" The woman covered her mouth amusingly. "You're not the first to come to Darknet to buy something."

"Who else?" Xiao Lin couldn't help blurting out the question, immediately regretting it as soon as he spoke.

"That's your second question." The woman reminded Xiao Lin. "There's a rule here, you can only make one deal at a time. Which one do you want?"

"Is smoking allowed here?" Xiao Lin casually picked up a stone, a flash in the woman's eyes that he didn't miss. He turned the stone over and used it as an ashtray. The hollow-carved stone had a unique shape.

"Even if I said no, you wouldn't stop smoking for that reason." The woman sensibly lit incense around her to disperse the smoke smell.

"Name your price."

"I know that money means nothing to your Xiao Family, so trading with money wouldn't be interesting." The woman fanned the aroma, taking a sniff before exhaling. "How about we make an exchange instead?"

"What kind of exchange?" Xiao Lin exhaled smoke.

Darknet originated as an underground intelligence organization in the old society, living on intelligence trafficking. The founder at that time trained batches of professionals, what we now call spies, who roamed across various countries, blending into the crowd, collecting all kinds of intelligence.

Over time, the organization's activities became increasingly covert, engaging in more extensive fields, and collecting increasingly comprehensive information. No one knows how these people were trained, but once someone is marked, it's like being possessed by a ghost; you can't shake it off.

"More than ten years ago, a child escaped from here." The woman lifted her hands, took the cigarette out of Xiao Lin's mouth, and put it into hers. Maybe the scent was too strong, her starry eyes roamed unabashedly over Xiao Lin, biting the filter he had used, inhaling and exhaling smoke. "How about you trade him for it?"

As soon as the woman spoke, Xiao Lin knew who she meant and sneered: "He's doing fine with me."

"Young Master Xiao, if it weren't for the fact that you treated him well, do you think I would tolerate my man being with you for so many years?" The woman's dominance inadvertently showed.

"Your man?" As if hearing something very amusing, Xiao Lin couldn't help but mock: "Shou is no one's man, I hope you understand that."

"It's a bit like a Xiao family member, but..." The woman paused and giggled again: "He was conceived and born by me, how could he not be mine?"

This time Xiao Lin couldn't laugh, his eyes widened in disbelief, how could this woman who looked at most around twenty give birth to someone as big as Shou? If he really was her child, then why did Shou run away?

"You..."

"How about it? I'm requesting you to return my child to me as a mother, isn't that reasonable? Besides, as a return gift, I will hand over the tape you want."

A good condition, a good reason, but Xiao Lin refused very simply.

"This tape is the strong evidence to bring down the Wang Family, besides me, there's no one else in this world who can help you find it." The woman didn't expect Xiao Lin would refuse, not even taking a second to consider. She couldn't help but see this man from another perspective.

"Shou is not a bargaining chip." Xiao Lin took the cigarette from the woman's mouth, extinguishing it in the stone. He stood up, tidied his wrinkled clothes, politely bowed slightly to the woman. "The Five Elements and Eight Trigrams might be a branch of Qimen Dunjia, but using it too many times in the same room becomes a wasted array. To mask the smell of blood, the best material is herbal fragrance, you might want to try that, it's definitely more suitable than the sandalwood you're using now. Also..." Xiao Lin looked seriously at the woman: "Madam seems to have a chronic migraine, although incense can relieve temporary discomfort, it can't cure it forever. If madam understands the rationale, you can visit me at Yan University Hospital, though I can't promise a cure, I can ensure your health."

"Truly a businessman." The woman flicked her sleeve, extinguishing the lit incense: "Send my regards to Elder Xiao."

"I will convey the message when I see him."

Xiao Lin walked out of the room backwards, exhaling a deep breath. If it weren't for noticing the room's issues and breaking the formation just now, he might have become the woman's plaything, how dangerous!

The woman looked at the stone used as an ashtray and didn't speak for a long time. Showing such courage and judgment at just over twenty years old, indeed not an ordinary person.

"Letting him go just like that, isn't it a pity?" An old hunched man walked in behind the woman, followed by a mastiff.

"He will come back eventually, it doesn't matter." The woman toyed with a tortoise shell in her hand, she liked to tell her own fortune during idle times, although she never believed it.

"Keeping him might cause unforeseen complications." The old man tried to relight the incense but was stopped by the woman with a smack.

"Change them all to mugwort, the same scent gets tiring after a while."

The old man stared at the woman's back thoughtfully for a long time, finally collecting all the incense. The woman faintly smiled, just a surveillance informant, why take it so seriously! She was reflecting on her recent actions.

The herbal scent was indeed better than incense; it had a mind-refreshing effect when inhaled. The woman gently waved a pu fan, starting to savor the lingering aftertaste. (To be continued. If you like this work, you are welcome to vote for it on Qidian (qidian.com), your support is my biggest motivation.)