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Chapter 125: Chapter 113: Spiritual Bonds
Shhh————
A gray sedan came speeding from a distance, with a piercing screech of brakes, and drifted to a steady stop in front of the warehouse.
The car door was pushed open, and a man as sturdy as a bear stepped out.
He glared with wide eyes and lifted his head, showing a fierce demeanor.
It was Ma Donghe, who had been hiding in the countryside for several days.
"Brother, should we call the others over before going in?"
Blonde Hair, sitting in the driver’s seat, turned off the engine and hurriedly got out of the car, trying to dissuade him.
Ma Donghe snorted coldly and shook his head decisively:
"I’ve said it before, I want to give Wu Shihao a severe lesson! What’s the point of calling the brothers over?"
Saying this, he opened his jacket to reveal two rings of explosives tied around his waist, and he was also holding two grenades in his hand.
It took him a lot of effort to get his hands on these items.
He originally planned to wait a few more days, catch Wu Shihao alone or sneak into the opponent’s lair, capture the leader first, and deal with this bastard.
But this morning, after hearing about something, he immediately changed his mind.
Ah Hu, who works for the East City Association, called him.
He said that Fang Cheng came to the West Mountain Shooting Range last night alone to practice his shooting skills and even specially bought ammunition and a combat suit.
All these actions indicated that Fang Cheng also harbored the intent to kill Wu Shihao.
Ma Donghe immediately called him, wanting to act together.
But Fang Cheng was evasive and politely declined.
Afterward, Ma Donghe went to Fang Cheng’s house to find him but couldn’t find anyone.
Fortunately, he learned the details from the neighbor Wen Huixi.
Then, after inquiring around, he finally found out Wu Shihao’s hiding place.
Ma Donghe guessed that Fang Cheng must be hiding around the dock warehouse, secretly observing, waiting for the opportunity.
So, after equipping himself, he rushed over here.
Ma Donghe’s plan was to draw the fire himself, thereby creating an opportunity for Fang Cheng to rescue.
This situation was all his fault; how could he possibly continue to hide in the countryside and be a coward.
At this moment, the cold wind whistles chillingly, and the icy rain falls on his face.
Looking at the brightly lit warehouse gate right in front of him, he immediately opened his clothes and strode inside with the aura of a chilling cold and gusty wind.
Blonde Hair, seeing this, gritted his teeth and then pulled out a handgun, also running inside.
"Come out, you curs of the Red Tiger Gang, tonight I want to see who can kill me?!"
Ma Donghe roared furiously.
However, after entering the main gate of the warehouse, he didn’t see the fierce and menacing gang members, nor the arrogant Wu Shihao.
Instead, he saw a guy in a black combat suit, directing two men looking like bodyguards to clean the ground, lighting a fire with cardboard and wood at the door to keep warm.
And there were a group of timid, chirpy girls standing behind him.
"Donghe, you’re here."
The person in the black combat suit turned his head to look at him and casually greeted.
"What are you doing here? Participating in a Boy Scout camp?"
Ma Donghe couldn’t help but stand frozen, dumbfoundedly asking.
Fang Cheng, wiping the blood off his combat suit with a rag, calmly and nonchalantly said:
"There’s actually a task for you, take care of these children until the police come to handle the scene."
"Ah?"
Ma Donghe’s mouth hung open wider, and after regaining his senses, he hurriedly asked repeatedly:
"Is the fight over already? Where are all the Red Tiger Gang members? What about Wu Shihao?"
"If you’re curious, you can go upstairs and take a look."
Fang Cheng did not explain further, only giving him an ambiguous response.
A few minutes later.
Ma Donghe’s face turned pale, and he hurried down from upstairs.
He quickly composed himself and looked at the blonde who had followed him in:
"Yingjun, quick, while the police haven’t arrived yet, help me pick up a few submachine guns to take back."
"These are all valuable items, we lost a lot this time, we need to recover!"
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Red and blue lights flickered continuously in the city’s night sky.
A police siren pierced the icy darkness, faintly drifting into earshot.
Fang Cheng stood on top of the building, looking towards the harbor direction.
At this moment, he had changed into a jacket and sweatpants, transforming back into an ordinary office worker.
As if the previous experience of fighting alone in a dangerous den was merely watching a movie on this cold winter night.
"Brother Cheng, look, it’s snowing!"
Wen Xin suddenly shouted, pointing to the night sky, her tone unusually excited.
Fang Cheng restored his vision and looked up.
Indeed.
White snowflakes danced in the air like sprites, swirling and fluttering down.
Falling among the skyscrapers, they shone even brighter after being reflected by neon lights.
It was as if instantly lighting up thousands of homes, adding a touch of warmth and dreaminess to this cold city.
"I used to be really afraid of snowy days, I could only hide in the house alone, waiting for the sun to come out quickly."
Wen Xin’s face was rosy, she looked up at the snow-filled night sky and murmured:
"But now, with mom, Brother Cheng, and Sister Zhou around, I’m not scared anymore..."
Hearing this, Fang Cheng smiled slightly and gently patted her head.
Speaking of which, the two really had a bond.
The first time he intervened on the street to teach a troublemaker a lesson was for her, who was weak and helpless at that time.
Now, to save this girl, he even managed the astonishing feat of single-handedly destroying a gang of hundreds.
However.
Fang Cheng had no regrets, nor did he feel uneasy about the blood on his hands.
Instead, his heart was filled with relief and a profound sense of relaxation.
From the girl, Fang Cheng could see the true value of his daily physical training and rigorous practice of fighting skills.
That is, having people in the world who need him and having the ability to protect those he wanted to protect...
Remembering the special nickname the girl had called him in the warehouse, an idea spontaneously emerged in his mind. Fang Cheng took a deep breath and then said solemnly:
"Wen Xin, from now on, you can call me brother."
Hearing this, Wen Xin paused for a moment and then appeared eager, immediately crying out:
"Brother!"
Her voice rang through the high-rise like a string of crisp silver bells, filled with immense joy.
In the darkness, her amber eyes twinkled, becoming the brightest stars in the night sky.
The snow grew heavier, falling on her hair and shoulders, gently melting.
Fang Cheng picked up a heavy bag, holding her small hand, and softly said:
"Let’s go home."
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In a city shrouded by a snowy night.
In a high-rise apartment somewhere, luxuriously furnished and well-heated.
Lin Chuqiao stood in front of a floor-to-ceiling window, gazing at the distant lights of the city.
Her slender figure was wrapped in a thin spaghetti-strap nightgown, her shoulders slender, but her curves prominently proud.
She slightly furrowed her brows, suddenly feeling an impulsive feeling.
She sensed the man who had a spiritual connection with her in divination predictions.
He seemed to have just gone through an important event, undergoing some kind of transformation.
Like... a lion finally revealing its hidden claws after being released from a cage.
