Mated at First Sight
Chapter 828 - 551: Dare to hit their brothers, looking for death huh? (Part 2)_2

Chapter 828: Chapter 551: Dare to hit their brothers, looking for death huh? (Part 2)_2

So now, Mu Lin really found himself with nothing to do; what was once tinkering with things in the troops had become tinkering at home.

Known for his expertise with poison and nicknamed the Poison Doctor, Mu Lin had no choice but to comply with Grandpa Jing’s explicit directive: No contact with dangerous things during the pregnancy period.

Really, where is the danger in that, not good at all.

But in the end, Mu Lin still obediently complied.

Then, on the occasion of his wedding, Mu Lin received the final ingredient needed to configure the antidote for Hades. So, lately, he has been tinkering with these.

Today, having someone he cares about, Mu Lin must ensure that there is an antidote for Hades’s poison.

Perhaps Mu Lin now somewhat regrets having developed Hades; though he never intended it to circulate in the first place.

That night, a dark moon hung high, spreading a stifling heat in the air, echoing the restless, gloomy, irritable mood of the Ying Sun men, laced with worry.

Because of this failed mission, a Ying Sun member fell into the hands of several mercenaries; the mighty Ying Sun tricked by a few mercenaries, truly a disgrace.

Though they had obtained the object, they had lost one of their own, a loss of face they could ill afford; lost, they assuredly would retrieve and forcefully restore.

To the Special Forces Soldiers, mercenaries are detestable; these people have no honor, no belief, no dreams, and even less, no conscience. In their eyes, there’s only money; for money, for survival, for their goals, they’d do anything.

What was absolutely unacceptable to them among the mercenaries was that too many were ex-soldiers; even some of their own comrades-in-arms, perhaps one day they would run into an acquaintance among them.

These individuals, like them, underwent countless trainings, even more cold-blooded and pragmatic in nature.

The mission was originally simply to retrieve cultural relics stealthily taken by the other side, but unexpectedly, they were ready, having hired several agile mercenaries.

They had been careless.

"Boss, I’m sorry." If they hadn’t been too confident, such a mission wouldn’t have required the team leader to come in person, especially since his wife’s pregnancy was already so far along; the Boss definitely would have wished to stay by her side every day.

"What nonsense are you spouting," Jing Chen looked coldly at Xigua, "What do you call me, have you forgotten?" As the leader, the responsibility for such a mission lay on him, as many came, he must take just as many back.

The men pursed their lips, silent.

The moonlight was silent; its hazy reflection forlorn.

Wu Ya’s mouth was bound behind his back, as the men before him nonchalantly warmed themselves by the fire, eating dried rations, while their eyes mockingly and provocatively gazed in his direction, their raw schadenfreude exposed.

These mercenaries were from the West, their towering statures indeed much more robust than their own; however, he hadn’t lost to them, but to his own complacency.

If it hadn’t been for his carelessness and underestimating the enemy, this mission would have been over already; truly, he felt like slapping himself; what on earth had he been thinking!

Wu Ya knew why these men hadn’t killed him; he had overheard their entire conversation just now. They wanted to use him as bait to draw out the Ying Sun team, because only then could they retrieve the object they were meant to protect; without it, they wouldn’t receive the other half of their fee.

Too bad, though he had been careless just moments before, the Ying Sun were not so easily dealt with.

Wu Ya snorted contemptuously, turning his face away; his eyes scanned the surroundings, surely his comrades should be nearly in position by now, most likely lying in ambush, waiting for the best moment to strike.

However, his behavior was interpreted differently by those watching him.

Wu Ya was challenging them; such self-importance; Wu Ya didn’t even deign to give them a second glance, let alone provoke them.

But this was to be expected, neither soldiers nor Special Forces Soldiers wanted anything to do with foreign mercenaries.

Why?

Because they are relentless and difficult to handle.

Although these people were mercenaries, willing to do anything for money, it didn’t mean they weren’t afraid to die; on the contrary, they were; fearful they wouldn’t live long enough to enjoy their earnings before descending to the underworld.

So indeed, upon capturing a Special Forces Soldier, these men felt triumphant; not to mention capturing someone from the Ying Sun Special Forces—such a feat if spoken of would earn the envy and adoration of countless mercenaries.

Of course, they had to flaunt their bravado.

Therefore.

Watching Wu Ya, they frowned; then chattered incoherently in their own tongue before one of them stood up, walking towards Wu Ya and without a word slapped him across the face, drawing blood from the corner of his mouth.

Damn! Hit again.

He accidentally bit his own tongue; Wu Ya gritted his teeth, his eyes deep and frosty.

In his life, he had never been so helplessly struck by others; just wait and see how he would take his revenge.

Brothers, when are you going to act? Dammit, he could hardly wait; subconsciously, he shifted his wrists, the ropes that had restrained him had somehow been untied.

Hidden in the shadows, they observed closely, and the moment they saw Wu Ya slapped, the expression of the Ying Sun team changed, though their presence remained concealed.

Just a bit more, they had almost rushed out and ambushed them on the spot.

To dare hit their brother, were they seeking death!