Rebirth: General, Don't Mess Around!

Xia Jinyuan was most familiar with handling crime scenes, and while he was dealing with it on this side, Noah outside was driven mad with anger, no, not mad, but enraged.

In his fury, his facial features twisted out of shape, he still needed to be mindful of his surroundings, still needed to keep his voice low. His left hand spread wide, like the ferocious claws of a Jiaolong dragon, he roared over and over, ”Find them, let none escape! Let none escape! These damned bastards! Kill them all!”

Two of his male soldiers had entered the train station and… were killed! Shot dead on the spot! They had no idea who had killed them!

A few mercenaries?

Now, these few mercenaries were nowhere to be seen, completely vanished, without any of his soldiers keeping up with them.

Was it them?

No!

Impossible.

Even if they were formidable, his soldiers were more so; it was impossible for a few mercenaries to stealthily kill them without any of the nearby searching soldiers noticing.

Cyril’s men?

Was it this damn thing?

For the first time since entering Molaban, Noah, his face fierce, tasted defeat, a defeat he deemed utterly impossible.

His two male soldiers were killed.

This undoubtedly dealt Noah a heavy blow, leaving him unable momentarily to accept it.

His soldiers were supposed to neutralize those dangerous mercenaries, not get killed by others, not get killed!

Enraged, Noah was no longer thinking about how to disguise as Cyril’s men in this chaos to kill Xia Jinyuan and the others; he needed to find the real murderer who killed his soldiers.

A confident Noah, seething with rage, had just emerged from the train station, while Z7 received his terse two-word text message, ”In pairs.”

Seeing the message, Z7’s eyebrows arched, and he sent a text to Ye Jian and White Crane, and to T6, K7, and V8 who were still at the hotel, saying it wasn’t too late to discuss it when they returned.

White Crane had arrived, and he spoke Molaban’s language. As soon as he began to speak, Abei, his eyes red and swollen from crying, like meeting a long-lost relative, became excited and lunged forward to grab White Crane’s hand, spouting a torrent of incoherent, rapid words.

Ye Jian, who only understood two languages, completely failed to understand him. Judging from his body language, he was probably still worried about Mr. Will.

Though Abei had said a lot, White Crane only translated the most crucial sentence for Ye Jian, ”He said he needs to find a phone and we should not follow him.”

Ye Jian shook her head, ”Tell him that it’s not possible. Until Mr. Will arrives, he cannot leave alone. This is for his safety.”

White Crane translated faithfully, and after hearing it, Abei got even more agitated, his neck stiffening, so engorged that the blue veins became visible, ”No, you can’t! I must make a phone call! It’s very, very important!”

”You can make a phone call, but we need to follow you.” White Crane said calmly, preventing him from escaping.

It was evident that Abei was desperate to make a call, the more they restrained him, the more he wanted to escape.

”We can come up with a better solution; you go make the call, we’ll stand nearby, a bit farther away from you. How about that? If you agree, we can take you there now. If you disagree, the two of us will keep a strict eye on you, and you will have no chance to run.”

Moved by White Crane’s suggestion, Abei finally nodded in agreement.