Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1271: Chapter 1250: Dancing with Wolves

The setting sun slants to the west, and heaven and earth slowly sink into dusk!

This isn’t China’s Inner Mongolia, nor the depths of the Hulun Buir Grassland, yet a dull, booming roar rolls out as if trying to wake the entire earth. Birds burst from the thickets and shoot into the sky, night owls and rats scuttle out and scatter in all directions, and the air is saturated with a scorching heat that feels almost suffocating.

This is definitely a beast’s roar!

Under the evening glow, in a rare open lot within this modern city, a Mongolian Wolf suddenly bursts into view, streaking and leaping across the ground as if it has long been familiar with this place.

The Mongolian Wolf is a large predatory animal, about one hundred and sixty centimeters in body length, big and ferocious, with formidable combat power. Though vicious, it is extremely intelligent. These Hunters that feed on large animals are used to roaming their territory all day long, killing intruders for food, and they are mostly pack animals. Yet this one is different: not only is its body a full size larger than the average Mongolian Wolf, but it also lives alone—already a rare thing in itself. The fact that it appears in a city is even more unfathomable. Judging by its running form and bearing, it doesn’t seem like an ordinary wild beast at all.

"Come on, Crow!" All of a sudden, a crisp shout cracks the air right in front of the Mongolian Wolf.

Xiao Lin? The person hiding on the side let out a low exclamation. Only to see that wolf respond with a roar of its own, fangs baring in full, its already fast stride exploding into an even higher gear, a pair of rare amber eyes locking dead onto the figure before it.

With less than a few meters between them, a tall, lean figure sprints at full tilt, feet tapping rapidly against the ground. The whole person is like a flame dancing in the dark—wild and agile—as if he is the real wolf here, a wolf king that can lead a pack to run rampant across the grasslands.

"My god!" The hidden observer in the dark blurted out another gasp. Mongolian Wolves are superb runners; in sustained high-speed running they can reach around 10 kilometers per hour, and in a hunting sprint they can spike up to nearly 65 kilometers per hour.

Yet right now, even at that speed, it still couldn’t catch up to the man in front.

Is this a race against a wolf? No, this is dancing with a wolf!

However you looked at it, it didn’t seem like a beast chasing down prey; it was more like two people horsing around, yet also not quite a simple game either.

Is he really not afraid that its wild nature will suddenly erupt, turning this heroic game of chase into a brutal slaughter? As that thought flickered through the watcher’s mind, danger suddenly reared up over the figure ahead.

Yah! With a shout, the running man suddenly stepped on a stone. His ghost-like body faltered for a split second, then lurched forward and sprang off the ground. At that moment, the Mongolian Wolf behind him also leapt up; its sharp, long claws howled through the air, slashing straight for the back of his neck.

A wolf’s strength is immense. Once those claws rake across you, you’ll be left a mangled mess of flesh and blood—especially when it strikes with full force. That kind of power is enough to shatter the bones of an adult with a single blow.

Wolf claws flashed in midair, and for a moment the scene turned perilous to the extreme. Accompanied by its snarls, you could even smell the bloody stench from the beast’s maw drifting on the air, despite hiding here in the trees.

Pupils constricted, his upside-down body suddenly twisted in midair. As his legs stepped out, his hands also shot toward the lunging Mongolian Wolf. Throughout the entire process, there wasn’t the slightest trace of panic or fear.

Thud, thud!

In the air, low, muffled impacts rang out one after another, blocking all of the Mongolian Wolf’s close-range attacks. Immediately after, the tall, lean figure dropped into a squat, legs coiling then springing upward counter to the wolf in midair, both feet slamming hard into the massive beast’s abdomen from behind. In an instant, that hulking body was blasted down to the ground.

Defense and counterattack, the entire sequence completed in one breath!

This wild beast itself was a spectacle beyond words. Even as it was knocked flying, it somehow used the same posture to tuck and flip in midair, then carved out a vicious arc with its giant claws, raking straight toward the man in front of it.

"Little guy, we’ll call it a day for now." Xiao Lin was drenched in sweat, pouring off him like he was venting something from deep within.

Dancing with a wolf was already one of his daily mandatory courses, and also one of the ways he used to cool himself down.

A beast is still a beast, different from humans. For them, every encounter is like wrestling with the Grim Reaper over that razor-thin line; there is no craftiness in dosage, nor will it hold back just because of who you are.

A fight is a fight. No matter who you are, there’s no difference! As long as Xiao Lin doesn’t call stop, the beast before him will keep going until one of the two of them collapses first.

Today, Xiao Lin was a bit absent-minded. Crow seemed to sense its master’s inner unrest as well, so after a moment of wheedling, wanting to play just a little longer, it still ended up rubbing its head against Xiao Lin’s pant leg.

What the hell is going on?? Hiding in the dark, he could no longer describe what he was seeing with words like shock or surprise! Was that... acting cute? That big thing, that unbelievably ruthless beast, was acting cute with him? That huge head was nudging like a house dog currying favor with its master, hoping for a chunk of fresh meat, and it almost made him unable to stand steady on the treetop.

Xiao Lin squinted his eyes in a smile as he rubbed Crow’s head. "You can’t go near the mistress right now, you know that?"

Crow let out a muffled "mm" and drooped his eyes in extreme grievance. "When the baby’s born, you can be upgraded to, uh..." The hand hanging in midair shrank back, and then his whole body bent over with laughter. What the hell was he even saying. He opened the fridge, took out a slab of fresh beef with blood still dripping from it, a piece that had just been butchered, and tossed it to the guy outside. The mouth snapped and clamped down on a chunk weighing at least seven or eight catties, which it carried to a big basin by the side and started feasting on.

As usual, he drew a cut on his hand, let a few drops of his own blood fall into the basin. The beast with its head lowered keenly sensed something, lifted its head and leaned closer. "The Black Doctor said I can’t keep feeding you like this, or you’ll get spoiled, but..."

"You know you can’t do this and you still do it!" A big hand swiftly grabbed the bleeding wrist, and white gauze was decisively wrapped around it.

"Catching me red-handed every damn time, are you tailing me every day? Secretly in love with me or what? I’m a married man, you know!"

"Why don’t you just drop dead, huh? We’ve got guests!" The Black Doctor pinched down hard on the wound, and the completely unguarded Xiao Lin howled.

"You really are heartless!"

"Third floor or first floor?"

"First floor." Xiao Lin helplessly swung his arm, crooked a finger toward the distant woods, then walked into the building.

He’d been found?? Watching that beckoning finger, the person hiding in the tree jumped down. Something incredibly ugly shot out of his arms and vanished in the blink of an eye.

Flame Swallow showing up meant Xiao Zhenfeng had already arrived in Palermo. Even without reading the papers, anyone would know this guy suddenly appearing on Black Street wasn’t without a reason!

Flame Swallow still wore that aged human-skin mask. In front of Xiao Lin he didn’t need full gear. He straightened his back and sprawled on the sofa, limbs spread, his eyes randomly sizing up the surroundings as his mouth clicked in a tsk-tsk.

"Yi made you quite a bit of money. That construction market in Yanjing is under your name too, right? And that investment company—under Liang Feng’s command, that hacker ace toys with the stock market in the palm of his hand. It’d be hard not to rake in cash. But why don’t you tell your woman that even if she stopped running around, you could still keep this place running? From where I’m standing, it’s not like you don’t have your reasons for liking it here."

From the moment they met, Flame Swallow seemed unusually talkative, but every sentence carried hints for Xiao Lin: everything you do is within the old man’s sight; you can’t hide it.

"If it’s something I don’t want you knowing, you can dig all you want and still come up empty!" A sudden bloody stench rushed up his nose. A massive black shadow burst in through the door, scraps of flesh and blood still hanging from its open jaws. "Wait for me."

Xiao Lin affectionately rubbed Crow’s head, then walked into the first-floor bathroom. In the next moment, the sound of running water roared to life.

Up close, this large carnivore had even more presence. When it jumped in just now, it really had scared him. The sound of water from the bathroom shifted into the whooshing of a blower; it sounded like a hair dryer, but one with a hell of a lot more horsepower.

"Sorry, this big guy is clingy as hell!" More than ten minutes later, Xiao Lin finally came out. The beast behind him, no matter how you looked at it, resembled a large dog.

"This is..."

"That one." Xiao Lin ruffled Crow’s fur, then crossed one leg and propped it on the coffee table. "The old man got picked up straight off the plane?"

"Yeah. Murong Lengyue personally came to get him. Originally he should’ve gone straight to Third Young Master’s place and then come here after."

"No need to make excuses for him. He never planned to come here. Xiao Mu’s message I’ve already received, but he should also be very clear on my stance."

"Right now the Murong Family refuses to let go. The old man’s been moved, and between the Murong Family and the Xia Family, whichever way you choose, the Murong Family has the advantage. Your obstinacy will directly drive the Murong Family to turn against us, which is basically handing momentum to Quan Xianglin." Flame Swallow paused. From start to finish he was just a bodyguard; he couldn’t meddle too much in internal affairs.

"No matter what, they can’t lay their hands on my woman. They think that if they kill her, I’ll roll over and obey? It’ll only backfire. Besides, Xiao Mu already said it very clearly: my choice depends on my status. I’ve already laid out my answer in full. So what’s the point of clinging on now? The old man’s got no shortage of heirs. I’m giving it up—no, I never wanted to be some heir in the first place. That’s what you can report back! And stop coming here to bother me!"

"Young Master Xiao! This time the old man’s here to make the final cut." Flame Swallow seemed to have thought long and hard before finally saying this. "Murong Lengyue is determined to have you. Whatever conditions get brought up today will definitely revolve around the two of you. If you truly don’t care about this position, I still hope you can survive this crisis; otherwise it’ll invite outsiders to join forces and invade, and the Xiao Family will find it very hard to ever get out of the quagmire again." (To be continued. If you like this work, you’re welcome to go to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote with recommendation tickets and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users, please go to m.qidian.com to read.)

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