Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 901: A Scene of Mixed Sorrow and Joy

After confirming those locations, Xiang Yu finally told the driver to get out of the car.

Although the driver wasn’t happy about it, the moment he saw the blood-red eyes of Xiang Yu, he quickly jumped out of the car. Once outside, he took a long deep breath of relief.

Xiang Yu floored the accelerator and sped toward the target locations. But after searching all three places, he didn’t find any trace of what he was looking for.

Just as two hours had passed, a sudden explosion erupted a short distance away from them.

When Xiang Yu heard the explosion, he froze. His judgment had been correct, but he hadn’t been thorough enough during the earlier search.

It was all too late now. It was his fault. It was him who had harmed Long Wu.

Long Wu had followed him to City Two. He thought leaving her at the company would keep her safe and even tried to involve her in company affairs as much as possible.

But her association with the company was something that determined individuals could easily uncover with a little investigation.

Memories of Long Wu flooded Xiang Yu’s mind—when they first met, when she called him out of bed, when she cooked for him.

If only he had left her in City One, today’s tragedy might not have happened.

Keeping Lan Tingting in City One now seemed like the right choice.

"Ahhh...!" Xiang Yu let out a guttural scream and, clutching a dagger, leapt out of the car.

He charged furiously toward the explosion site. He was determined to kill Ren Baohe with his own hands.

Meanwhile, the driver hiding in the distance was so frightened that he fell to the ground. A dismembered hand from the explosion had hit him on the head, leaving him covered in blood.

The explosion site had left behind a massive crater. There was nothing there—just faint traces of blood scattered nearby.

The dagger fell to the ground, and Xiang Yu’s legs gave way, causing him to kneel.

"I’m sorry." Xiang Yu muttered.

In this moment, he felt utterly powerless. If Ren Baohe were standing before him now, Xiang Yu wouldn’t even have the strength to resist.

For a moment, Xiang Yu’s mind went blank, and his body collapsed onto the ground.

Staring at the white clouds drifting across the sky, Xiang Yu envied their freedom. They had no thoughts, no sorrows to bear.

After losing teammates in the past, Xiang Yu had sworn to handle future missions alone.

When he returned to the city, he vowed he wouldn’t let his brothers leave him. But now...

Tears unknowingly slid down his cheeks, and the world began to blur.

"You’re crying." A sudden voice broke the silence.

Xiang Yu’s mind was lost in a whirlwind of confusion, unable to identify the voice. In his daze, he thought it sounded like the elder man’s voice.

When that elder man was killed by an explosion, Xiang Yu hadn’t even learned his name.

"You left too soon," Xiang Yu suddenly said.

"Hey, what are you murmuring about? Are you crying for me?"

"I’m not." Xiang Yu answered with his eyes still closed, unable to process anything clearly. He thought the elder man was speaking to him. Xiang Yu was a staunch atheist, but in moments like this, emotions and chaos defied reason.

"If you’re not crying for me, then who are you crying for?"

"I don’t even know."

After speaking, Xiang Yu slowly opened his eyes. Sunlight spilled down, and a large face came into view.

Long hair fluttered lightly, carrying a faint fragrance. Big eyes, a perfect face, porcelain skin—who else could it be but Long Wu?

The two of them stared at each other for a good two minutes. Gradually, Xiang Yu’s thoughts began to return to him.

Finally, he reached out, grabbed Long Wu’s head, and pulled her down. Their lips pressed together, and they kissed passionately, smacking sounds filling the air.

Long Wu’s breathing turned rapid. She had imagined kissing Xiang Yu countless times, but never like this—in such a place, in such a way.

Her breath came faster and faster, to the point she could barely breathe. She was far too nervous. But this moment was so sweet that she didn’t want it to end. Eventually, her overwhelming emotions caused her to faint, collapsing onto Xiang Yu.

Feeling the weight of Long Wu’s body, Xiang Yu’s only thought was that she needed to lose some weight...

He propped Long Wu up and examined her closely. Seeing that she wasn’t injured in the slightest, it didn’t look like she had been kidnapped. Instead, it felt more like she had been out traveling.

Long Wu stayed nestled in Xiang Yu’s arms, her face flushed red. After a few minutes, she slowly regained consciousness.

Somewhat embarrassed, she buried her face into Xiang Yu’s chest.

Most of the time, Long Wu played the role of a strong and independent woman—the very definition of a cold beauty. But in this moment, she was just a woman, a sweet and tender one.

"I’ve never seen you cry before," Long Wu murmured softly, her face against Xiang Yu’s chest.

"Sand got in my eyes," Xiang Yu said with a soft cough.

Hearing this, Long Wu punched him hard and then leaned silently against his chest. She had waited too long for this moment. Thinking about that kiss just now, her heart raced, and her breathing sped up again.

Long Wu bravely lifted her head to look at Xiang Yu. His chiseled features were unbearably handsome.

She hinted with her gaze, hoping Xiang Yu would look down at her. Such skills needed neither teaching nor practice—they were innate in women.

But Xiang Yu wouldn’t risk looking down. At this point, he was already on the verge of losing control. If he looked down, it would be too much to handle.

Although Xiang Yu was an experienced playboy and a seasoned lover, those past encounters meant nothing to him—just games. But the girl in his arms now was different; she was a good girl.

Long Wu gazed at Xiang Yu with longing eyes. Finally, Xiang Yu leaned down slowly. Their faces were just fifteen centimeters apart—they could feel each other’s warm breaths.

Long Wu closed her eyes tightly, overwhelmed with excitement. She told herself she mustn’t faint like earlier. This time, she had to meet his actions boldly.

"Can I tell you something?" Xiang Yu said softly.

Without opening her eyes, Long Wu nodded slightly.

"There’s someone twenty meters away watching us right now," Xiang Yu said gently.

The words hit Long Wu like a bolt of lightning. She opened her eyes in a panic and turned to look off into the distance.

Sure enough, a man with a blood-covered face was sitting there, staring blankly at Xiang Yu.

Startled, Long Wu immediately jumped out of Xiang Yu’s arms and shot him an angry glare. Still, being a girl, Long Wu was frightened at the sight of the bloodied man.

"Don’t worry, he’s just a taxi driver. Something fell on his head during the explosion earlier," Xiang Yu explained.

Hearing this, Long Wu relaxed. She walked up to the man and said, "You can go now. Here’s a thousand yuan."

She placed the money in front of the driver. By now, the driver had regained his senses. Seeing his chance to leave, he grabbed the money, jumped into the car, and sped off.

Xiang Yu wanted to call him back, but it was already too late.

"He’s gone. So how are we supposed to get out of here now?" Xiang Yu looked around at the barren wilderness surrounding them...