Qian Xi placed a thick stack of docunts in front of him: "All the information is here."
Yan Song didn’t open it, it seems the list Pei Qinghan provided was real, but through what channel did he obtain it? What makes him even more vigilant is the threat from Pei Qinghan. Is this person an enemy or a friend? This involves national security, he has to be cautious.
"Keep these people under surveillance first, rember, be extrely careful, the enemy is far more powerful and cautious than we imagine."
"Understood." Qian Xi’s heart bubbled with excitent that words couldn’t describe; nothing gets the blood pumping more than defending one’s country. One day, he will capture and execute these separatists one by one; the country raised you, is this how you repay it?
"Additionally, I have dispatched soone to gradually investigate the information you provided, there should be news soon. However, based on my speculation, this organization should be the Hunter Group from the Bauhinia Society; it’s an internal assassin training camp in the Bauhinia Society, with a brutal training system and a 1000:1 elimination rate. Surviving to enter the Hunter Group makes one a brilliant assassin, Q erged from this organization, and now he’s the boss there. This group had appeared in multiple countries, executing assassination missions, with a distinctive trait of not killing directly but disguising as accidents. It was Agent Jane of the FBI who first discovered this anomaly and traced it back to the Bauhinia Society. Now this Hunter Group has been listed as the top international wanted order by Interpol. Yet strangely, this organization’s people don’t kill for profit; they seem to enjoy the thrill of killing. Who knows what kind of pervert that Queen is, raising such a bunch of madn."
Indeed, Queen is a pervert, Yan Song’s lips curled into a cold smile, a crazy woman.
"We must accelerate the progress; by next year at the latest, we must expose all the Bauhinia Society’s undercover lines in Country Hua."
Yan Song slamd his palm on the table.
By the ti Yan Song went back, it was very late at night. Yan Song looked outside; seeing the light in Yun Ya’s room still on, he thought for a bit and sent her a text ssage.
"Not asleep yet?"
The reply ca instantly—unable to sleep on a lonely pillow (smiley face, smiley face)
This was total flirting, Yan Song coughed lightly, tucked the phone into his pocket, and strode upstairs. Just as he stood at the door, before he could reach out to push it open, the next mont the door was already opened from inside, a girl in pajamas rushed out eagerly with a charming smile.
Yan Song smiled, ruffling her hair, hugged her inside, and closed the door behind them, shutting out the cold of the outside world.
"How did you know I arrived?"
Yun Ya clung to him like a koala, "Because we have a connection."
Yan Song was amused by her statent, holding her while sitting on the sofa, gently stroking her long hair, "Why are you still awake so late?"
"Slept too much in the evening, woke up naturally by midnight. Brother Yan, why did you co back so late tonight? I miss you so much."
Speaking, she cupped his face with her hands, looking left then right, Yan Song laughed: "What are you looking at?"
"Looking at how handso you are, every brow and eye, all my favorite." She smiled radiantly, tentatively pecking his lips, those eyes reflecting starlight, tender enough to intoxicate.
Yan Song’s chest swirled with emotion, he flipped over, pressing her beneath him, deepening the kiss.
Yun Ya was kissed dizzy and smilingly begged for rcy, "Playing with fire gets burnt, serves you right." Yan Song laughingly slapped her round buttocks, Yun Ya shivered, trying to push him away, "You’re a rogue!"
"I’m only a rogue for you."
Saying this, he intended to continue, Yun Ya hastily pleaded: "No more, spare ."
Yan Song lay down beside her, saying helplessly: "Every day only sipping soup, can’t eat at, life is really tough."
"I’m not forbidding you from eating at, it’s you who’s unwilling, who’s to bla?" Yun Ya drew circles on his chest with her finger, Yan Song suddenly seized her mischief-making hand, eyes burning fiercely, wishing to transform into a wolf and tear her apart, Yun Ya’s little heart trembled, tried to retract her hand but was held by Yan Song, brought to his mouth and gently nibbled.
"Just wait a bit longer." He always said this.
"You’re destined to be my woman for life; you can’t escape."
Yun Ya’s heart tingled with fondness; she nestled her head on his chest, listening to the fiery heartbeat in her ears, mouth drawing a big smile: "I hate you~"
Yan Song’s throat suddenly rolled, whispered in her ear, warm breath like flowers: "Rember you said you would compensate that day?"
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