Special Forces Medic-Chapter 807 - 680: The People Are Real, but the Events May Not Be

"Please, Fourth Lord, give me another chance. I will definitely find the goods for you."

"Hmm!" The woman released Yao Zheng, and her ethereal figure flashed in front of him, disappearing as silently as she had entered. Deflated, Yao Zheng collapsed to the ground; just moments ago, he felt as if he had brushed past the edge of death. He let out a heavy breath and lay motionless on the carpet.

"Are you sure these items are untouched?" Hua Qingyi pondered while driving, flooring the accelerator towards the northern district. The items he had painstakingly retrieved were deemed useless—impossible! He banged on the steering wheel in frustration, unsure of how to face Xiao Lin. Gazing at the mess of numbers, texts, and unintelligible calligraphy, he wished he could dig the deceased out of their urn and demand answers.

At this very moment, Xiao Lin was leisurely sitting in the dining hall of the guesthouse. On the table was a freshly brewed pot of tea, several newspapers, an ashtray, and a pack of cigarettes. He was incredibly idle today, so much so that he felt he might grow mushrooms from the inactivity.

The four-legged chair he sat on tilted back as he looked out at the steady rain. Xiao Lin sighed helplessly. It was an uneventful day, and nature wasn't cooperating—the sunny days had given way again to drizzling rain.

Lazily, he put a cigarette to his lips without lighting it, savoring the unburned tobacco taste as a novel experience.

The report from the press conference, cut and trimmed, had removed a large portion of the content. Yao Zheng still focuses too much on superficial matters. Randomly picking up a newspaper, the headlines about courageously fighting crime were unavoidable.

He truly admired the writers who managed to spin such sensational tales out of nothing. The skill of twisting context into something remarkable showed a progressively artistic flair in piecing narratives together.

As society advanced, fabricating facts continued to evolve, blurring the line between truth and falsehood. But it didn't matter; the public loved the fake parts, and in his eyes, Yao Zheng's tactics appeared rather naive. Drawing unrelated individuals into this mess would indeed be challenging.

Not to mention whether 'Black Crow' would become involved due to Consort Ling, it was apparent that Ying was not an idle person. Meanwhile, Yao Zheng's ultimate goal was to pin the responsibility on Yan Juanjuan. Doing so to someone already in his clutches seemed pointless.

Or perhaps he already knew who sent those people and deliberately exposed 'Black Crow' to incite conflict between the two factions, using Yan Juanjuan's criminal acts to evade his own responsibilities?

The raindrops pattered on the window sill, and prolonged observation evoked the notion of dripping water hollowing out stone.

Li Zhenghan had mentioned that Yao Zheng acted this way because he suspected Yan Juanjuan of embezzling a batch of goods. That's why the Fourth Lord had people shadowing him. If he finds the goods, perhaps he'll catch them red-handed.

"What are you thinking about?" The guesthouse owner approached with a tea pot in hand, his other hand behind his back. It was already Friday, yet during a typically bustling time, it felt unusually desolate. He and Xiao Lin were old friends; renting rooms by the year and settling in cash made any proprietor smile.

"Business isn't good today!" The guesthouse owner pulled out a chair and sat down, glancing at the newspaper headlines while shaking his head with a playful glint in his eyes. "You aren't worried about this news?"

"Not worth reading this stuff. Who speaks ill of themselves? A district government, a national office, and a few people just barged in undisturbed and killed several folks. Isn't it laughable?" The guesthouse owner made a slurping sound as he drank his tea. "They mentioned guns, right? You'd definitely hear gunshots. Do you believe the whole building was completely silent?"

"Your analysis is indeed unique; let's chat. What do you think the story is here?"

"It's all an act!"

"Yao Zheng staging a play for himself? Seems a bit too realistic."

"Real people, maybe not real events." The guesthouse owner shook his head, sleep-laden eyes drooping, eyelids almost closing.

"Not the Fourth Lord, but something Yao Zheng stirred up himself? And what's his goal?" Xiao Lin pondered aloud to the suddenly silent man. "People may be Fourth Lord's, but the matter may not be his. Is that what you're hinting at?"

After the initial shock, the guesthouse owner gradually relaxed. "I don't know what you're talking about. I don't know this Fourth Lord."

"Yes, you're right. But if you ever meet someone called Fourth Lord, relay a message from me: she's next." Xiao Lin chuckled; the guesthouse suddenly seemed to bother him, and he soon stood up. Despite maintaining a steady pace, balance was lost within his heart.

Surprised by Xiao Lin's straightforwardness, the owner was caught off guard. In these undercurrents, he needed more to protect his hidden identity. Even after his wife's murder, the hate in his heart remained concealed, yet today, the rain shattered it easily. He retreated behind the counter, curling up in a perennial chair, slumping over the table in a daze.

Xiao Lin watched the guesthouse owner thoughtfully. Real people, perhaps not real events—what did it mean? Was this a message from the Fourth Lord directed to him?

With a click, he lit the cigarette, the dampened smoke tasting slightly bitter. If Yao Zheng orchestrated the entire scenario, while the real target was Xia Xue from the start, Xiao Lin had mistakenly thought he was the Fourth Lord's target, focusing instead on that side.

If otherwise, Yao Zheng's drama was probing Xia Xue's limits, or he genuinely intended to capture Xia Xue for some purpose, which wasn't impossible. 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

If it was the latter, then Yao Zheng underestimated the powerful figure beside Xia Xue. That's why when those mercenaries died at Consort Ling's hands, his reaction wasn't just shock but also astonishment. By now, Yao Zheng should know his identity, which isn't bad. It allows him to come into the open from the shadows. (To be continued. If you like this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast a recommendation vote or a monthly vote. Your support is my greatest motivation.)