Special Forces Medic

Chapter 1316: Chapter 1292: No Reason Needed to Kill You (Part 1)

In the conference room, Uncle Quan sat alone, with a mountain of cigarette butts piling up in the ashtray, spilling no small amount of ash.

Uncle Quan’s real name was Quan Zhendong, the second brother of Quan Xianglin. The only two brothers in the Quan Family both enlisted in the army, with Quan Xianglin relying on his own talents and methods to climb to his current position, while controlling the military committee along the way with Quan Zhendong.

The two brothers, one in the open, the other in the shadows. Those unknown, unspeakable dealings were all shouldered by Quan Zhendong, clearing the way for Quan Xianglin’s political path.

Quan Mingyuan could be said to be the sole heir of the Quan Family. Due to an injury during an early mission, Quan Zhendong was left without descendants, treating Quan Mingyuan as his own son, doting on him, and spending considerable time teaching him. Unfortunately, the boy was unteachable; he didn’t learn much about the righteous path, but he resembled Quan Zhendong in playing underhanded tricks. Perhaps because of this, Quan Zhendong loved Quan Mingyuan even more than Quan Xianglin did.

Death row inmates entered Italy one after another, hiding in different towns. To prevent unforeseen circumstances, Quan Zhendong dared not act too arrogantly. None of the people he sent out survived, which undoubtedly was a blow to him.

Xiao Lin was known as the "Military Doctor" on the streets, saving many under his hands, yet many also died by his hands. Due to his special identity and high military rank, taking the normal route was almost impossible. With the Xiao Family supporting him, even murder could be easily evaded, as long as the other party wasn’t an innocent civilian; with concrete evidence, he had the right to act first and report later, as was thoroughly demonstrated in the case in the northern district of Yanjing.

The cigarette only half-smoked, already burned to the edge. Quan Xianglin seemed extremely restless during the recent phone video call. He had known about Quan Mingyuan’s injury two days ago, and the incident at the hotel with the collapsed roof and the thirty-three left hands, thirty-three hearts, and thirty-three people’s boxes were even more etched in his memory.

These thirty-three people were thugs among the death row inmates. When sent out, it was never expected they would return alive. To Quan Zhendong, these people were meant to die, merely delaying a bit. With luck, perhaps they could survive but attempting to escape would certainly lead to a miserable death.

Quan Zhendong speculated that Xiao Lin did not kill Quan Mingyuan on the spot was to directly deliver these thirty-three men as a warning, undoubtedly aiming to force Quan Xianglin to step in.

Xiao Zhenfeng and Xiao Mu staying in Palermo far exceeded his expectations, seeming to foreshadow that this would be the end point. Moreover, the disappearance of Shao Weihua was most likely related to them. Shao Qinyi seemed quiet over there; however, could he really ignore and be oblivious to his brother as it appeared on the surface?

He had to admit that in the case of Shao Weihua, Quan Mingyuan’s actions were a bit too much. After all, Shao Qinyi was a talent eyed by Quan Xianglin. Even when you beat a dog, you must consider its master. If Shao Qinyi defected at this time, the situation would not be favorable for Quan Xianglin; he knew too much, and even loyalty couldn’t withstand attrition.

Therefore, when Quan Xianglin wanted to come personally, Quan Mingyuan immediately stopped him. The Xiao Family was waiting for precisely this moment; unless absolutely necessary, they must not emerge.

Just as Quan Mingyuan fell into deep thought, the door to the conference room was gently pushed open. Quan Mingyuan tensed immediately; having practiced martial arts from a young age, he could tell from the footsteps that the person had considerable skill, yet he had no such person under him.

Facing the door, seemingly unchanged, he gathered strength in his hand on the armrest, ready to strike at any moment. "What’s the matter?" he asked in a deep voice while facing the screen.

"Uncle Quan, someone wishes to see you!" It was a logistics soldier under Quan Mingyuan, nothing special in rank, just a regular communications soldier in the unit. Quan Xianglin didn’t want Quan Mingyuan suffering hardships outside, so he insisted on having a few close attendants. Initially, he did not pay much attention to this unremarkable person, but just now had reservations about him.

"Xiao Li!" Quan Mingyuan chuckled twice. "How long have you been with Chairman Quan?"

The reporting Xiao Li was taken aback; this person, who seemed more serious than Quan Xianglin, suddenly inquired about trivial matters, which was very strange. "About four years now."

"What skills did you learn in the army?" Quan Mingyuan looked at Xiao Li’s dazed expression, tapping his fingers on the table. "What I mean is, following Chairman Quan, without some skills, it would be hard to fend off lawbreakers."

"Oh!" Xiao Li breathed a sigh of relief, not thinking much of it. "I hadn’t been long in the army before I encountered Chairman Quan, who required a service soldier knowing a lesser-known language. I was selected since I knew a bit and hadn’t learned any combat or grappling skills." As he spoke, Quan Mingyuan’s gaze shifted slightly. "Though before enlisting, I lived in the countryside with my uncle, since I wasn’t in good health as a child, I learned with a Daoist there for a few years."

"Oh!" Quan Mingyuan nodded, the topic veering somewhat. "Who wishes to see me?"

Xiao Li was again momentarily stunned before remembering his purpose for entering. "A gentleman surnamed Mu Rong, very young."

"Mu Rong?" Possibly Mu Rongyun? "Very young?"

"Around his twenties, very handsome, tall and slim."

"Let him in." At his twenties, undoubtedly not Mu Rongyun, then who was this Mu Rong?

While Quan Mingyuan speculated on the visitor’s identity, Xiao Li had already brought the person to the front of the conference room. Quan Mingyuan glanced at the outline reflected from the door; indeed very tall, but the figure was extremely unfamiliar.

"Lord Quan!"

"Enter!"

Quan Mingyuan gazed at the young man entering the conference room, almost instantly guessing his identity. "You are with the Xiao Family."

"No, I never was." The young man said disdainfully.

"What do you want from me?"

"To kill you!" As he spoke, the young man slammed the table with one palm and leapt into the air, kicking towards the position where Quan Mingyuan was standing.

Quan Mingyuan calmly blocked the young man’s right leg. Facing the attack, he had not drawn any weapon, not even a gun. Yet the young man’s successive attacks felt like hitting cotton, absorbed with no rebound force, clearly showcasing this person’s profound skills.

"Are you surnamed Mu Rong? Perhaps the child adopted by Mu Rongyun!" Quan Mingyuan precisely uncovered the young man’s identity, countering fiercely while deflecting the strikes.

Mu Rongyun opened his arms, retreating two meters to stand on the conference table. "Weren’t you taken to the United States by those with the surname Xiao? Should I address you as Mu Rongyun or Xiao Ya now?" (To be continued. If you like this work, welcome to Qidian (qidian.com) to vote for recommendations and monthly tickets. Your support is my greatest motivation. Mobile users please visit m.qidian.com to read.)

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