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Without thinking much, Zhao Yongsheng followed the soldier out.
Unexpectedly, the soldier led him to a very secluded area of the Military Camp. Zhao Yongsheng hurried a few steps ahead, repeatedly asking, “Where is Captain Li?”
The soldier ignored him and continued walking forward.
Finally, the soldier stopped, turned around, and said expressionlessly, “You wait here.”
Zhao Yongsheng responded with a nod and looked around. But when he turned back, he found that the soldier who had brought him there had disappeared.
He was momentarily stunned, wanting to leave and return but fearing that Li Wangcai might actually come. So he could only cover his stomach and pace anxiously in place, waiting for Li Wangcai.
The summer evening breeze was particularly cool. The night sky was as dark as ink, and in the vast expanse above, only a few cold stars hung silently in the air. Occasionally, a black crow flew by, its mournful cry adding an eerie atmosphere.
He heard footsteps crunching on the sandy ground behind him. Zhao Yongsheng's heart leaped with joy as he quickly turned around and shouted, “Li...”
But the words “Captain” got stuck in his throat and he couldn’t call it out.
The person who approached was not Li Wangcai but Pei Guanjing. Dressed in white, Pei Guanjing appeared particularly cold in the night. His gaze upon Zhao Yongsheng was like a deep, chilling pool, even colder than the moonlight at their feet.
Zhao Yongsheng sensed that something was wrong and instinctively turned to run.
But in the next moment, Pei Guanjing moved swiftly; before Zhao Yongsheng could comprehend his actions, he had already blocked his path.
A chill ran down Zhao Yongsheng's spine. He instinctively clenched his right fist and swung it fiercely at Pei Guanjing.
Pei Guanjing’s expression darkened as his right hand suddenly shot out, silver light flickering between his fingers. In an instant, he lowered his head and easily dodged Zhao Yongsheng’s punch. At the same time, he raised his right hand sharply, sending silver needles shooting out like lightning.
The needles accurately struck major acupoints on Zhao Yongsheng’s body, rendering him immobile as he stood frozen in place, his eyes wide with terror.
However, he could still speak, and at that moment, his voice trembled with fear as he said, “Doctor Pei, I...”
Before he could finish his sentence, a sudden sharp pain shot through his jaw. It turned out that Pei Guanjing had struck like lightning, dislocating his jaw.
Hearing Ye Chen's name from this man’s mouth only made Pei Guanjing's gaze colder. A reckless Tian Qian dared to touch someone he cherished.
In the next moment, the hand that had removed Zhao Yongsheng's jaw glinted with a cold light and swiftly sliced across his neck.
With a "shh" sound, Zhao Yongsheng's neck split open, blood gushing forth like a fountain. He widened his eyes in despair, helplessly feeling his warm blood flowing down his neck.
Moments later, with a thud, Zhao Yongsheng fell straight back. His eyes remained wide open in terror, as if death had not allowed him to close them.
Pei Guanjing cast a cold glance at the corpse on the ground and casually remarked, “Disgusting.”
He slightly tilted his head, casting a brief glance at the lifeless Zhao Yongsheng before shifting his gaze away, as if looking one more time would dirty his eyes.
Blood had splattered onto his hands to some extent. Pei Guanjing frowned slightly and casually wiped the bloodstains from his fingertips on the edge of his clothing. Then, he turned away indifferently.
Almost simultaneously, a shadow appeared beside him like a ghost.
“Go, take care of him,” Pei Guanjing’s voice was devoid of warmth, icy as if it came from the depths of hell.
Upon hearing the command, Mo Yu stiffened slightly and instinctively followed Pei Guanjing’s gaze to the corpse.
The Young Master seemed to have changed; in just half a year, his style of action had become so reckless and unrestrained. To openly kill Zhao Yongsheng in this Military Camp could attract He Mu Ming’s suspicion and investigation, jeopardizing their carefully planned infiltration over the past six months.
But as a subordinate, how could he dare to question his master’s actions? Mo Yu slightly bowed and respectfully nodded in response, “Yes.”
Just as he was lost in thought, Pei Guanjing’s increasingly cold voice echoed in his ears: “Remember, clean it up thoroughly; leave no trace behind.”
Mo Yu felt a sudden chill in his heart and quickly lowered his head. "I understand, my lord."
At that moment, the surroundings were eerily silent, with only the gentle breeze of the summer night rustling softly, barely audible.
As he watched Mo Yu carry away Zhao Yongsheng's body and clean up the blood on the ground, Pei Guanjing slowly turned and vanished into the darkness.
Meanwhile, at the same time Pei Guanjing went out to handle Zhao Yongsheng, Ye Chen woke up.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he realized he was lying on Pei Guanjing's bed, and his clothes had been changed. Without a doubt, he knew who had done this. Remembering the white figure he had seen before losing consciousness, Ye Chen's heart tightened.
Could it be that Pei Guanjing discovered his identity? It made sense; after all, it was Pei Guanjing who had changed his clothes and treated him with medicine. How could a doctor not recognize him as Kun Ze?
Feeling frustrated, Ye Chen pounded the blanket. He couldn’t possibly be exposed by Pei Guanjing! He recalled the military regulations set by He Mu Ming: anyone impersonating another in the Military Camp would be executed!
It seemed he was left with no way out.
Suddenly, Ye Chen's gaze fell upon a high table beside Pei Guanjing's bed, where a dark token lay.
This was Pei Guanjing's token for entering and exiting the Military Camp.
A flash of inspiration struck Ye Chen. He struggled to sit up, grabbed the token, retrieved his small bundle hidden under the bed, slung it over his shoulder, and hurried toward the Military Camp's main gate.
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