Chapter 92: Special Training for Wen Ling

The day passed, and early the next morning, Cao Bin brought Wen Ling to an empty room on a lower level. He laid out various props and began teaching Wen Ling how to handle a gun with practical drills. No matter how much you teach, without real practice it’s useless. He first attached a silencer to the handgun, lest the noise prove too loud. Practicing in this era felt completely different…

“Yes. The first thing is not to panic when there’s an update. I mustn’t lose my composure. Manager, I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m fine. I’m alright now. I need to ask for leave. I need to ask for leave.” Wiping away her tears, she hurried out the door. Yes. Go find Xiangxiang. Go find Xiangxiang. Everything will be fine. Everything will be fine.

“I can understand the feeling in the music, but I don’t know how to play the instrument well,” Kou L’er confessed sincerely. Though she possessed a beautiful figure and could perform the perfect seductive dance, she didn’t know how to play the instrument.

“Officer, they’re the ones who broke into a private residence; you should arrest them. Why should we go to the police station?” Hu Shenggao gestured emphatically. Seeing Hu Xixi glaring at her, she wanted to rush forward and seize her, but with the police present, she dared not act rashly.

“Do I need to be evaluated?” Bai Fenghua turned her head slightly, glancing coldly yet proudly at Bai Lingxi as she retorted.

“Who he is doesn’t matter. Didn’t they say we could bring family members today? Come on, let’s go inside and find our seats.” Hu Xixi pulled Champion’s hand, intending to head inside.

If it were in the past, Wu Ming might have been deeply wary of these ninjas. But now that his strength spoke for itself, he had no time to be sentimental. In his eyes, these ninjas were hardly worth his attention.

Han Xiaoxuan’s love faded just like that. After finally falling in love once, this was the result. Sometimes it’s better to leave certain loves untouched. Sometimes, the other person already has someone by their side. For such love, all we can do is offer our blessing and watch their happiness from afar, for otherwise, regret would be bitter indeed.

The moment Bai Zimo heard about that thing, it was as if he’d been injected with adrenaline. With a wild cry, he launched a flying kick, knocking down Chang Fei before he could even react. Chang Fei let out a miserable scream as he hit the ground, terror-stricken and completely at a loss as to what was happening.

Fortunately, with Li Ziyang’s presence and the authority he’d always commanded at Star International, morale could be stabilized and a crisis averted. The group’s affairs could be kept under control for the moment, but as for the Li family’s internal matters, things were far less clear.

“Elders, I may not have returned in glory just yet.” Feiyun descended from the sky, his aura noticeably changed from before. Lan Yi, watching Feiyun’s current bearing, felt a deep sense of pride and satisfaction.

Compared to the other three, who were panting heavily, Xu Mingzhi and Yu Guang only needed a couple of deep breaths to recover.

But if he couldn’t get inside, his plan would be impossible to carry out. He couldn’t just wait at the door forever for someone to come out, could he? Besides, even if someone did come out, most likely they’d be in a car. Empty-handed, he had no way of snatching someone from a vehicle.

Feng Zhenghao tasted what appeared to be an ordinary piece of broccoli, forcefully suppressing the surge of inner energy, and offered the highest praise while also voicing his doubts.

He sighed, took a sip of tea to moisten his mouth, then picked up his phone and called Old Wang, summoning him inside.

And just as Sun Jinhai had said, perhaps Feng Qin had never explicitly demanded Wang Jieyu’s death, but he simply hadn’t said it openly. In truth, he never intended for Wang Jieyu to survive.

The veteran general, after a lifetime of war, was now deathly pale, unable to utter a complete sentence. Only two trembling words escaped his lips.

“They’ll probably come looking for me too.” Chen Jing gazed at the compassionate face of the Buddha statue, his eyes deep and contemplative as his mind raced.