114: Chapter 114 Mental Bonds

Chapter 114 Spiritual Bond

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A grey sedan sped over from the distance, bringing with it a harsh screech of brakes before drifting smoothly to a halt in front of the warehouse.

The car door was shoved open, and a man as solidly built as a bear stepped down.

He glared with wide eyes and raised his head, revealing an aggressive Aura.

It was none other than Ma Donghe, who had been hiding in the countryside for several days.

"Brother, should we call the brothers over together before going in?"

Yingjun sat in the driver's seat, and after turning off the engine, he hurriedly got out, attempting to dissuade him.

Ma Donghe let out a cold snort and decisively shook his head:

"I said before, I'm going to hit Wu Shihao hard! What's the point of calling the brothers over?"

As he spoke, he flung open his jacket, revealing two circles of explosives tied around his waist, while holding two grenades in his hands.

He had gone to a great deal of trouble to get his hands on these things.

Originally, he had wanted to wait a few days, seize the opportunity when Wu Shihao was alone, or sneak into the other party's lair to capture the ringleader first, eliminating this bastard before doing anything else.

But after hearing about a certain matter this morning, he immediately changed his mind.

Ahu, who worked for the Dongcheng Association, called him.

He said that Fang Cheng had come to the Xishan shooting range alone last night to practice Marksmanship, and had even specially purchased ammunition and combat uniforms.

All these actions showed that Fang Cheng also harbored murderous intent toward Wu Shihao.

Ma Donghe immediately called him, wanting to act together.

But Fang Cheng was evasive and politely declined.

Afterwards, Ma Donghe made a special trip to Fang Cheng's home to look for him, but couldn't find anyone.

Fortunately, he learned the whole story from the neighbor, Wen Huiyi.

Then, he inquired everywhere on the Dao, finally obtaining Wu Shihao's hiding place.

Ma Donghe guessed that Fang Cheng must be hiding around the dock warehouse, observing in secret and waiting for an opportunity.

So, after bringing this full set of equipment, he had rushed right over.

Ma Donghe's plan was for himself to attract the firepower, thereby creating an opportunity for Fang Cheng to save people.

This matter originated entirely from him, so how could he continue to hide in the countryside like a coward at a time like this?

At this moment, the cold wind was howling and bone-chilling, and freezing rain drifted onto his face.

Gazing at the brightly lit warehouse door close at hand, he immediately flung open his clothes and strode inside, carrying quite an Aura reminiscent of the melancholy winds of the Yishui River.

Seeing this, Yingjun gritted his teeth, then pulled out a handgun and ran in after him.

"All you little bastards of the Red Tiger Gang, get out here! Tonight, let's see who can fuck your grandpa to death?!"

Ma Donghe glared with wide-open eyes and shouted.

However, after walking through the main entrance of the warehouse, he didn't see those ferocious Gang members, nor did he see the arrogant Wu Shihao.

Instead, he saw a guy wearing a black combat uniform directing two bodyguard-like men to clean the ground, lighting a pile of fire at the entrance with cardboard boxes and wood to keep warm.

Behind him stood a group of timid, chattering girls.

"Donghe, you're here."

The person wearing the black combat uniform turned his head to look at him and greeted him casually.

"You guys... What is this? Are you joining a Boy Scout training camp?"

Ma Donghe couldn't help freezing in place, asking blankly.

Fang Cheng wiped the blood stains on his combat uniform with a rag and said calmly and collectedly:

"I happen to have a task for you: take good care of these children and wait for the police to come and handle the scene."

"Ah?"

Ma Donghe's mouth opened even wider. After coming back to his senses, he hurriedly asked repeatedly:

"You guys already finished the fight? Where are the people from the Red Tiger Gang? Where is Wu Shihao?"

"If you're curious, you can go upstairs and take a look."

Fang Cheng didn't explain, just giving him an ambiguous reply.

A few minutes later.

With a pale face, Ma Donghe ran down from upstairs with pattering footsteps.

Then, steadying himself, he looked at Yingjun who had followed him in:

"Yingjun, quick, while the police haven't arrived yet, help me pick up a few submachine guns to take back."

"These are all valuable things. I lost so much this time, I need to recoup some losses!"

...

Red and blue lights flickered continuously in the city's night sky.

A burst of police sirens pierced through the cold darkness, faintly drifting into the ears.

Fang Cheng stood at the top of the building, gazing into the direction of the port.

At this moment, he had already changed into a jacket and sweatpants, turning back into an ordinary office worker.

It was as if his previous experience of charging alone into the tiger's den and fighting bloody battles was merely watching a movie on this cold winter night.

"Brother Fang Cheng, look quickly, it's snowing!"

Wen Xin suddenly shouted, pointing her finger at the night sky, her tone appearing exceptionally excited.

Fang Cheng recovered his vision and looked up.

Look at them one by one!

Sure enough.

White snowflakes danced in the air like elves, fluttering down.

Falling among the towering skyscrapers, illuminated by the neon lights, they appeared even more crystal clear and sparkling.

It was as if the lights of thousands of homes were instantly lit up, adding a touch of warmth and fantasy to this cold city.

"I used to be so afraid of snowy days. I could only hide in the room alone, waiting for the sun to come out quickly."

Wen Xin's face was flushed red. Looking up at the night sky where snowflakes were falling, she murmured:

"However, now I have Mom by my side, Brother Fang Cheng, and Sister Zhou and the others. It seems I'm no longer afraid..."

Hearing this, Fang Cheng smiled slightly and patted her head.

Come to think of it, the two of them were truly fated.

The first time he made a move on the street to teach a lesson to troublemakers was just to help her, who was weak and helpless at the time.

Now, in order to save this girl, he had even made the astonishing move of personally annihilating a Gang of several hundred people.

However.

Fang Cheng didn't have any intent of regret, nor did he feel panicked or uneasy about the blood staining his hands.

Instead, his heart was filled with a sense of gratification, achieving a complete relaxation in a certain sense.

Because from the girl, Fang Cheng could see the true value of his daily persistence in physical exercise and hard practice of combat skills.

That was knowing there were people in this world who needed him, and he also had the ability to protect the people he wanted to protect...

Thinking of the girl's special address to him in the warehouse earlier, a thought naturally welled up in his mind. Fang Cheng took a deep breath and then said solemnly:

"Wen Xin, from now on you can call me Brother."

Hearing this, Wen Xin was stunned for a moment, then turned out to look somewhat impatient, immediately opening her mouth to shout:

"Brother!"

The voice resounded over the upper sky of the tall building like a string of crisp silver bells, exuding incomparable joy.

In the darkness, those amber eyes twinkled and twinkled, as if they had become the brightest stars in the night sky.

The snow fell heavier and heavier, gently melting as it landed on their hair and shoulders.

Fang Cheng picked up the heavy bag, held her small hand, and said softly:

"Let's go home."

...

In the city shrouded by the snowy night.

In a certain high-rise apartment, exquisitely decorated and amply heated,

Lin Chuqiao stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass windows, gazing intently at the dimming lights in the distance.

A light, thin slip nightgown wrapped around her graceful and curvaceous body; her fragrant shoulders were slender, yet her curves were extremely proud and upright.

Her willow eyebrows furrowed slightly, and suddenly she had a sudden intuitive feeling.

She felt that the man who shared a spiritual bond with her in the divination prophecy...

seemed to have just experienced an important event and completed a certain transformation.

Just like... a lion released from a cage, finally revealing its dormant claws and fangs.