harleyscars Chapter 18: The God of War's Appearance, A Young Girl's Heart Flutters!
Chapter 18: The God of War's Appearance, A Young Girl's Heart Flutters!
"Whoosh!"
As the dagger flashed, the rough rope binding Ye Cunxin's wrist snapped.
The prolonged binding and hanging had left her limbs numb and stiff.
The moment the rope snapped, the last bit of strength in her body was drained away.
His whole body went limp, and he collapsed uncontrollably onto the cold ground.
The expected hard ground didn't come, but neither did the warm embrace.
She simply fell into the dust, looking utterly disheveled.
Ye Cunxin struggled to lift her head, her eyes brimming with tears as she looked at the man before her.
He reeked of gunpowder, blood, and dust—a strong, pungent odor.
But this taste gave her a sense of security she had never felt before.
Her gaze greedily traced his silhouette.
His face was angular and stained with blood of unknown origin, which only added to his cold and stern demeanor.
Those eyes were unfathomable, and when they looked over, they were devoid of any warmth.
She wanted to say thank you, but her throat was so dry it felt like it had been sanded, and she couldn't utter a single syllable.
She could only look at him with her clear eyes, washed clean by tears.
However, the man merely glanced down at her before indifferently looking away.
She seemed no different from an ordinary stone on the ground.
Qi Tongwei turned around and walked towards the two undercover agents who were also hanging and had already passed out.
He cut the ropes in the same swift and decisive manner, and gently placed the two men on the ground.
Then, he squatted down and began to quickly examine their injuries, his movements so professional they were chilling.
He didn't look at Ye Cunxin even once from beginning to end.
Just then, a series of hurried footsteps approached.
Wang Meng led a group of "Sharp Sword" commando members and finally stormed onto the platform from the side.
They held their guns, their faces filled with murderous intent, ready to face a bloody battle.
But when they saw the view on the platform, everyone stopped in their tracks.
Everyone froze in place.
What did they see?
Dozens of vicious drug dealers threw down their weapons, knelt on the ground with their hands over their heads, and trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind.
The notorious drug lord Scorpion, whom they feared so much, and his key bodyguards were lying on the ground, clutching their severed limbs and groaning in pain.
The young man they had questioned and even threatened not long ago was now standing calmly in the center of the battlefield, alone with a gun.
An eerie silence permeated the entire platform.
Behind this tranquility lies the terrifying truth of one person suppressing the entire scene.
Wang Meng and his team of assault soldiers were completely speechless at this moment.
They silently stepped forward and began to control the prisoners, clear the weapons, and inspect the scene.
However, each of them moved with a sense of caution.
The look in her eyes as she gazed at Qi Tongwei was filled with complex emotions.
There was shock, there was confusion, but more than anything, there was a deep sense of awe.
After arranging things for his men, Wang Meng took a deep breath and walked heavily to Qi Tongwei.
This unruly man was known as a tough nut to crack in the entire brigade.
But now, looking at the man in front of him who was nearly ten years younger than him, he couldn't lift his head at all.
He opened his mouth, his Adam's apple bobbing several times.
In the end, he simply lowered his head heavily, his voice hoarse as if it had rusted.
"sorry."
"I apologize for my previous rudeness and stupidity."
Qi Tongwei paused for a moment as he was treating the wounds of an undercover agent.
He turned his head and glanced at Wang Meng indifferently.
He didn't say a word.
But Wang Meng felt that that one glance carried more weight than any words.
He knew that the man had accepted his apology.
That's all.
On the other side, Ye Cunxin finally caught her breath.
The cold ground brought her back to some feeling, and she struggled to her feet, holding onto the rocks beside her.
Her designer windbreaker was tattered and covered in mud, clinging tightly to her body and outlining her stunningly youthful curves.
Her delicate face resembled that of a little kitten, but her eyes shone with a stubborn light.
She walked up to Qi Tongwei, looked at his profile as he focused on treating the wounded, and mustered the greatest courage of her life.
"Thank you... for saving me."
Her voice was still a little hoarse, trembling with the shock of surviving a disaster.
Qi Tongwei's hands did not stop moving.
He spoke without turning his head, his voice still cold and flat.
"I'm rescuing hostages, not you."
One sentence, like a bucket of ice water, was poured over my head.
Ye Cunxin was completely stunned.
She's always been the center of attention in Beijing's social circles; when has she ever received such treatment?
A surge of resentment and anger welled up inside me.
The young lady's temper is impossible to control.
"I'm the hostage! Who else here is a hostage besides me?"
She retorted defiantly, raising her voice slightly.
"How can you be like this? I thanked you, and this is your attitude?"
Overwhelmed with emotion, a blush rose on her pale cheeks, and her chest heaved slightly.
Qi Tongwei finally stopped what he was doing.
He turned around and looked at the loud and boisterous girl.
Looking at her face, covered in mud yet still stubborn, even a little spoiled.
His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly.
It seemed he was recalling a similarly arrogant figure from his past life, who ultimately brought him endless humiliation.
The shadow flashed by.
His eyes regained their placid, calm state.
Qi Tongwei ignored her and stood up, walking towards the scorpion that was still howling on the ground.
He untied the specially made binding straps from his tactical vest and professionally and ruthlessly tied the scorpion tightly.
The body search and inspection were carried out in one swift motion, as if they were handling an inanimate object.
Ye Cunxin was completely ignored by him.
She stood there, feeling both angry and wronged. Her eyes reddened, and tears almost fell again.
This man is like a rock! A stinky, hard block of ice!
But for some reason, she couldn't take her eyes off his back.
He was clearly so cold-hearted and inhuman.
But his agile figure climbing the cliff, his miraculous maneuvering through a hail of bullets, his domineering presence that single-handedly suppressed the entire scene…
Scenes kept replaying in her mind.
This man was completely different from all the polite and obsequious young men she had ever met.
He was like a lone wolf hunting alone in the wilderness.
Dangerous, powerful, and deadly allure.
Is he the devil?
Yet, he is also his own hero.
With the initial mission accomplished, the team began escorting the prisoners and hostages, preparing for their withdrawal.
"You, take good care of her."
Wang Meng assigned a team member to escort Ye Cunxin.
But Ye Cunxin subconsciously avoided that team member and silently followed at the back of the group.
He followed behind Qi Tongwei.
She didn't know why she did it.
Just looking at his javelin-like, upright back, I felt a strange sense of peace in my heart.
The team traversed the dark and rugged cave, with only the beams of their flashlights flickering.
The atmosphere was oppressive and silent.
Ye Cunxin walked a few steps behind Qi Tongwei with her head down, her heart filled with complicated emotions.
Sudden.
Qi Tongwei, who was walking at the front, suddenly swayed without warning.
His movements were so subtle and fast that they were almost imperceptible.
But he still instinctively reached out a hand to brace himself against the rock wall beside him, stabilizing his body.
This subtle movement was clearly seen by Ye Cunxin, who had been staring intently at his back.
Her heart tightened for no apparent reason.
Then, she saw...
A streak of bright red liquid silently slid down between the man's fingers as he braced himself against the rock wall.
Then, it dripped onto the pebbles at their feet.
At the edge of the flashlight's beam, the drop of blood looked particularly glaring.