Whenever no one had any clue about his whereabouts, Bai Xiao would find it impossible to sleep.
She was not familiar with their system; she was not yet with him when he worked there and didn’t pay attention to such details.
But she had once observed their training.
Though it was nothing more than a fleeting glance, she had already realized that both their endurance and their team’s coordination had been rigorously tested, leaving only the very best.
An Zhiyuan, in particular, loved his job, but, after all, these people were only human.
They too could be killed, and the nature of their work meant they were always taking risks.
Their training accentuated a major part of An Zhiyuan’s nature; he was honed into the likeness of a perfect fighting machine, at the peak of his capabilities, favoring intellect over brute force.
He had now become more lethal, learning to mask his dangerousness with a calm and collected demeanor, putting people off their guard.
This way, most people would never realize that they were facing a dangerous individual capable of killing them in a hundred different ways with his bare hands.
With such knowledge and skills, An Zhiyuan’s self-control was almost unfazed.
It led Bai Xiao to believe that An Zhiyuan could take good care of himself, but she was equally convinced that he was in the most perilous situation.
The question was, where the hell is he right now?!
Every time she heard about a mission, Bai Xiao would get nervous.
No call from An Zhiyuan until now tonight means that An Zhiyuan has yet to complete the mission.
Bai Xiao closed her eyes and tried to fall asleep, trying not to imagine these things, otherwise, she wouldn’t be able to sleep when dawn broke.
She told herself that if something was wrong with him, she would feel it.
She believed in some kind of connection between them, an intangible link that would inform her of everything about An Zhiyuan before anyone else.
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An Zhiyuan was not happy.
He was emanating an aura of fury, unable to contain his anger as he watched his teammates wounded; from a team of ten, two came back injured.
Severe gunshot wounds.
Now no one could muster a smile.
It seemed Sang Ji had played them.
What awaited them at the destination was fully armed resistance fighters, the most advanced weaponry, waiting just for them, these desperate outlaws prepared to pay any cost for revenge.
The civilian staff in front of him maintained a dutifully serious expression, but it was miserably gloomy under An Zhiyuan’s chilling stare.
Such frosty teammates always made everyone tense.
There was no way to communicate or their unpredictable way of operating.
This superior, An Zhiyuan, made him especially uncomfortable.
The man’s deep voice and the joyless darkness in his eyes had not a single cheerful element.
They were now flashing with rage, like a blade under moonlight casting a faint cold gleam.
The civilian staff member could almost smell the aggressive danger surrounding him; his first impression of An Zhiyuan was outrageously wrong, this man was definitely not one to be trifled with.
Ever since An Zhiyuan had learned what had happened and entered his jurisdiction, the civilian staff had never felt death so close at hand; his icy stare seemed intent on flaying him alive.