Unbridled, Depraved

Chapter 215 Hold on, Dad is coming!

Xie Jincheng was originally sitting beside Xiao Heng, looking at the document in his hand calmly. After hearing what Xiao Heng said, his expression changed slightly. He snatched the phone and said in a deep voice: "Hello, this is Xie Jincheng."

When Xiao Chengzhou heard Xie Jincheng's voice, he felt guilty for no reason.

"Jincheng, it's my fault this time. I didn't protect Qianhe well."

He sighed, with a hint of self-blame in his tone.

Xie Jincheng frowned slightly, "Now that things have come to this, it's useless to say so much. Do you know who did it?"

Xiao Chengzhou was silent for a moment, then slowly said: "The operators were two Southeast Asian mercenaries, one dead and one injured."

"The injured have been handed over to the police station. I personally interrogated them before the handover, but I couldn't get any information out of them."

"But I suspect this matter is related to what you are going to do in Menlai this time."

"The security of the sanatorium has always been impeccable. Besides, this trip to the sanatorium was a last-minute decision. The fact that that group of people were able to sneak in so quickly shows that there is a traitor around me."

Xie Jincheng's eyes were stern, and his voice was low: "Have you confirmed the identity of the traitor?"

Xiao Chengzhou nodded and replied solemnly: "Nine out of ten, it should be him."

"His name is Luo Bin, nicknamed Thirteen Blades. He has been with me for more than ten years, and I have always treated him as my son. I never thought he would betray me."

After a moment of silence, Xie Jincheng said in a deep voice: "The world is unpredictable and people's hearts are unpredictable. Father-in-law, for Qianhe's safety, I think we may have to move forward our previous plan."

Xiao Chengzhou nodded slightly to show his agreement: "You make all the decisions, I won't interfere."

Xie Jincheng continued to ask: "What should we do with the inner ghost?"

A hint of ruthlessness flashed across Xiao Chengzhou's eyes, and he said coldly, "Let Ah Heng handle it. It's time for him to experience the ups and downs of the martial arts world."

After hanging up the phone, Xiao Heng quickly came up to him and asked, "How is it? What did my dad say? Who on earth was so bold as to attack my sister?"

Xie Jincheng slowly uttered a name:

"Thirteen knives."

The moment Xiao Heng heard the name, the color on his face quickly faded, leaving only a pale face.

"Brother Thirteen..."

He muttered, his voice full of disbelief and shock.

"How could it be him!"

A trace of panic flashed across Xiao Heng's eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

Xie Jincheng looked at him and continued, "Your father said that you are fully responsible for handling the internal traitor."

Xiao Heng didn't say anything, his lips were tightly pursed into a line, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, he said, "I know."

His tone was calm and firm, as if he was ready to face anything.

Xie Jincheng noticed his hesitation, patted his shoulder, and said, "Of course, if you feel you can't handle it, I can help you."

Xiao Heng shook his head and rejected his kindness.

"No need."

He raised his head and looked at the scenery outside the window with a determined gaze.

After a long while, he said, "I'll take care of it."

Xie Jincheng turned to look at Mo Sang with a serious expression: "Captain Mo Sang, the plan has changed. My wife has been kidnapped by the local army. I need to adjust the action plan..."

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Deep in the rainforest in western Myanmar, trees stand tall, their branches and leaves intertwined into a dense, opaque dome. The air is filled with a thick layer of humidity and an indescribable sense of oldness, which makes people feel stuffy in the chest and have difficulty breathing.

He Yang's face was as pale as paper, with fine beads of sweat on his forehead reflecting the faint light, and he looked very weak.

He lay weakly on the thick tree trunk, one hand gripping the rough bark like a clamp, and the other hand pressing tightly on his left shoulder.

The blood stubbornly seeped through the crude bandage, dripping slowly, staining the tree trunk red and dripping into the soil below.

He was shot in the shoulder, and although he received a simple bandage, his wound gradually worsened during three days of fleeing and began to ooze yellow pus.

After not having food or water for a long time, He Yang's strength was almost exhausted.

Every breath was like carrying a huge rock, heavy and difficult, as if every exchange of air flow would drain his last bit of strength.

His lips were chapped due to lack of water, with a trace of dried blood at the corner of his mouth. His eyes were filled with unspeakable pain and deep fatigue.

He clenched his teeth, buried the pain deep in his heart, and tried his best to maintain a clear mind, unwilling to let the darkness swallow him.

Deep down in his heart, he kept telling himself that he must persevere, not give up, and not let himself die like this.

For Shi Yue, for the children, for family and friends.

All around is nature's endless symphony, with insects chirping one after another and birds singing crisply and melodiously, forming the unique melody of this area.

However, for He Yang, all of this seemed to be isolated by an invisible barrier.

The only thing left in his world was the deafening thumping of his heart and the heavy gasps from his lungs with every breath.

He Yang knew very well that in this dangerous environment, any slackness could be fatal.

Therefore, he forced himself to remain highly alert, and although his body was exhausted, his will was as firm as steel.

Time passed quietly in silence until the eastern sky gradually turned white, and the first ray of sunlight penetrated the clouds, announcing the arrival of a new day.

For He Yang, this new day did not bring any improvement. His body was on the verge of collapse and he had even exhausted the strength to make a faint sound.

The feeling of despair was like a surging tide, ruthlessly attacking his crumbling defenses, almost swallowing up all his persistence and courage.

In a trance, he seemed to see Shi Yue.

She was crying, crying very sadly.

He Yang wanted to hug her so much. He wanted to tell her that if he could return alive this time, he would never make her sad again.

Consciousness is getting blurry.

My eyelids are getting heavier.

At this moment, a unique and clear bird song penetrated the surrounding noise and fell accurately into He Yang's ears.

"Cuckoo——"

"Cuckoo cuckoo——"

"Cuckoo——"

"Cuckoo cuckoo——"

This rhythmic, repetitive sound was a special search and rescue signal that he had learned during his special forces training!

This sudden vitality lifted his spirits!

The consciousness that was originally confused due to physical exhaustion suddenly became clear.

Without any hesitation, He Yang mobilized every bit of strength left in his body and with trembling hands he took out a small steel whistle from his shirt pocket.

He held the whistle tightly, put it to his lips, and blew it as hard as he could with all his strength.

In a daze, He Yang heard a hurried sound of footsteps approaching from afar.

Then, a steady and powerful shout came into my ears.

"He Yang——"

"son!"

"Hold on, Daddy's coming!"

He Yang struggled to open his heavy eyelids and glanced blurrily under the tree.

Seeing who was coming, the corners of his mouth rose unconsciously, and he murmured softly:

"Dad... why... are you here?"