Urban Ace Bodyguard

In the car, a piece of extremely intense heavy metal music blared, making Su Wanjing knit her brows and mutter, "Little sis really doesn't understand what's so good about this kind of music."

Switching to another CD, the melody of "Li Xianglan" began to play. The gentle hum of music unfolded, and Beauty Su's furrowed brows also relaxed.

In the car, the soft and gentle voice slowly plucked the ripples rising on the lake of her heart.

A cup of wine, a myriad of emotions

Farewells abound, in the season of falling leaves

I don't fear the agony of yearning, only your pain

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I don't fear my solitude, only your loneliness, with no place to express this sorrow of departure.

The slightly melancholic and wistful tune left Lin Hai silently smoking, eyes sweeping past the scenery outside the window but his heart finding nowhere to rest.

Ever since seeing Li Changfeng, the people of the old days, the events of the old days, the blood-pumping bravado, the brotherly bond that was like kinship, and that final, nearly farewell battle, as well as the deep-seated self-blame, deep resentment, and deep regret...

"Lin Hai, you are a man with a story," Su Wanjing, wearing sunglasses, let the sports car race through the wind, and slowly opened her mouth.

"Tell me about your past, will you?"

A puff of turbid smoke lightly exhaled, Lin Hai gazed into the distance, his eyes sinking into deep reminiscence, murmuring: "The past…"

"Brother Hai, hurry and go, don't mind me!" Stone, at his moment of death, his body was without a single unharmed place; his blood soaked the ground, yet his gaze carried determination and resolution as he roared at Lin Hai and pulled the pin from the grenade on himself.

I just watched, witnessed my brother turn to ashes amidst the furious flames with my very own eyes.

Stone's death drove Snake into a rage that robbed him of his sense, holding a submachine gun, he abandoned cover, tears streaming, he charged and sprayed the enemy like crazy.

That young man, riddled with countless bullets, managed to kill more than fifty men before ultimately being shot in the head by a deeply hidden sniper on the enemy's far side. The moment the bullet pierced his skull, Lin Hai could even hear him still roaring with fury, vowing to avenge Stone!

At that time, Snake was only an eighteen-year-old boy, a new recruit who had followed Lin Hai for less than a year and a half, always coming up to him jovially at dusk, asking with a slightly immature young voice how he could become a real "King of Soldiers."

And there was Hei, who to retrieve Snake's corpse, lost his legs and an arm forever. In the piercing agony, Lin Hai knocked him out with a punch, braving a hail of gunfire to save him. For this, Lin Hai himself was hit by seventeen bullets, one of which was less than an inch away from the heart.

The brothers of that year, counting myself, totaled twenty-one men. Only four returned alive, and among them, Hei was severely disabled. Bearing the hatred and pain of losing brothers, the severity of his injuries, and also carrying the punishment from superiors, he ultimately could only grit his teeth, carry the humiliation, tears, hatred, and the silent rage that could not be expressed, and left his homeland behind, fleeing to a foreign country.

At this moment, Lin Hai seemed to see the faces and hear the laughs of those brothers once more, the past vivid before his eyes. For some reason, he felt a moist sensation in his eyes.

He gave a self-mocking smile. His initial dream was to be the King of Soldiers, and now, he stood as an unmatched powerhouse in the world, lauded by countless experts internationally as the King of Soldiers. Yet why wasn't he happy? Why no joy? Why not even a trace of pride? Why only pain, only self-blame, only regret!

Why are the corners of my own eyes moistened? Why does the tears always become uncontrollable at this moment...

And that woman from the past, that damned woman, who let me taste the flavor of love, who placed something so precious in my heart to protect and cherish, who made this piece of well-tempered steel feel the tenderness of a soft caress.

It was that damned woman, leaning gently on my shoulder, under the half-moon night, with one hand on a steel weapon, the other hand gently stroking her long and slender hair in the moonlight, listening to my triumphant declaration: "One day, I will make all the women in the world envy you, envy you for having a man like me. Whatever other women have, I will definitely give it all to you, and what they do not have, I, Lin Hai, will exchange with this body of iron bones to present before you!"

"I want to protect you for a lifetime, even if there are no city walls, there will always be a man's chest, to protect you."

It was that damned woman, in the face of mysterious human traffickers and the threats of countless weapons, scornfully and fearlessly mocked them, making their threats seem so laughable, and yet with a very gentle tone, she spoke to the hidden bushes on the opposite side: "Lin Hai, never bow to the enemy, whatever you do, in my eyes, you are always right. I thank fate for letting me meet you, if there's an afterlife, I am still willing to be your woman, no, I want to be your wife, to shield you from the sadness of half a lifetime of wandering. Lin Hai, I will wait for you on the Netherworld Road, don't be afraid that I'll be lonely, because I'm afraid if one day you leave this world and go to reincarnation alone, you would be lonely, so I want to accompany you." After saying this, with a smile that could charm all living beings, a teasingly brief smile, and during my own endless anguish and sorrow, I watched the woman I most dearly loved in life fall into a pool of blood, until death, she still gazed in the direction where I stood, with a smile.

Tears, unimpressively fall from the eye sockets down the cheeks, trailing down the chin, and dripping onto the undulating yet strong chest, Lin Hai didn't even realize it.

Su Wanjing looked astonished at Lin Hai at this moment, that tears, that rapid breathing, that self-blaming look in his eyes lost in memories, caused her heart to ache intensely, pierced with inexplicable pain for this man with a story.

"Little Scorpion..." Lin Hai murmured, yes, that girl from childhood who carried the unique persistence, stubbornness, and passionate love of Scorpio, as well as a mix of strength and fragility, who always playfully wrinkled her cute little nose in delight when Lin Hai called her "Little Scorpion".

Every scene is frozen in Lin Hai's mind.

The song "Li Xianglan" is still softly singing:

The raindrops permeate into the photograph, looking back is like a dream, impossible to evoke,

I am mesmerized staring at you, in those faded photographs.

Like flowers yet to bloom, like ice yet unfrozen,

Like wine growing stronger, or my heart becoming void.

...

"What exactly is his past?"

In the soft and melancholic music, Lin Hai at this moment is like a strong, resolute, lone wolf, who can stand his ground, yet his cold eyes can't hide that last bit of tenderness, intermingled with tears, eliciting an inexplicable heartache.

For some reason, Su Wanjing's delicate hand lightly drifts over Lin Hai's distinctly sharp cheek, wiping away the tear stains, deeply embracing his robust and sturdy figure in her petite arms.

"Little Scorpion..." Lin Hai gazes at Su Wanjing, his eyes empty and bewildered, murmuring to himself.

"Kiss me, Lin Hai." Su Wanjing closed her beautiful eyes, gently leaning in proactively, and softly pressed her lips to Lin Hai's.

A wave of warmth surged into his mind, and Lin Hai's last bit of reason completely vanished, suddenly wrapping his arms around Su Wanjing and bellowing: "I will never let you leave me again!"