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Entering this unknown planet, within just a week, Jufeng and his companions were battered and bruised. If it weren't for Yang Fangnian's lingering affection, staying close to Vera, they might not have even managed to keep a single woman from suffering a bad fate.
Did he hate them? Jufeng smiled lightly; of course, he did not. For a group that already knew the outcome was near, the most they could feel was pity.
The group returned to their dormitory, accompanied by more than a dozen others. The torture had been severe, leaving them with wounds that made it difficult to move freely. Thus, Yang Fang was particularly attentive, bringing many Brothers to help care for them.
As for Jufeng, he naturally declined the kind offer. With Vera around, Yang Fang did not insist.
However, after this ordeal, Yang Fang not only opened his heart to Jufeng but also seemed to regard him as his only confidant. Though there were not many verbal promises exchanged, his eyes and actions spoke volumes.
Everything was calm now. Jufeng knew that Yang Chou still did not fully trust him, but for the time being, he would not cause any trouble. As long as he acted with intention, he would surely find opportunities.
Moreover, after this incident, understanding the details of the Terrorist Arms Factory would no longer be an issue.
"I never expected being an undercover agent for the police would be so twisted. Ouch! Take it easy, Auntie..."
Jufeng lay on the bed, eyes closed as he enjoyed Vera applying ointment to his wounds. He looked quite content, far removed from the disheveled state he had been in just moments ago in that dim room.
Vera couldn't stand Jufeng's drunken demeanor in Gentle Land and pressed harder with the ointment, prompting Romain to howl in protest.
"I thought these injuries were nothing but a piece of cake for Feng Shao. I didn't expect you to be afraid of pain; what a rare thing indeed! Hmph!"
Vera huffed lightly, her delicate yet alluring posture truly captivating. The moment Jufeng had been grimacing in pain, he suddenly fell silent.
After a while, once Vera finished tending to his wounds, Jufeng slowly put on a light shirt and chuckled, "You should thank me; being close to me has improved your character significantly compared to before."
Vera raised an eyebrow and pretended to throw the medicine box at Jufeng. But then she reconsidered; that would only play into his hands. So she quickly composed herself and turned to walk toward her bedroom.
But Jufeng was not one to let things go easily. A casual remark from him caused all of Vera's efforts at maintaining her composure to unravel.
"Ah, the skin of that person last night, tsk tsk, truly smooth as water!"
With that, Jufeng vanished from the room in an instant, followed by the sounds of two loud bangs—the door closing and the medicine box hitting the door.
After leaving the room, Jufeng made his way to Hua Cheng and the others' quarters. They had just finished applying ointment. Their injuries were lighter than Jufeng's, but their condition was much worse; aside from Chen Long, who could still manage a few steps, the rest could only lie or crouch motionless on the ground.
Seeing Jufeng arrive, they all attempted to rise, but were immediately stopped by him.
He politely issued a dismissal to those taking care of Hua Cheng and his group. The caretakers understood the situation; knowing that this young man was about to soar to greater heights, they dared not offend him and promptly left.
Once the caretakers departed, Jufeng bowed deeply to everyone and said, "I apologize for putting you through such great suffering."
In truth, Jufeng need not have said this; after all, everyone had volunteered at the beginning—no one had been forced. Yet he still chose to express this sentiment, feeling guilty and wishing to win their hearts.
It was reminiscent of Liu Xuande throwing himself at his beloved generals—not out of genuine remorse but merely as a gesture of goodwill.
Hua Cheng and the others quickly insisted it was unnecessary. Instead, it was Hua Cheng who sheepishly said to Jufeng, "Brother Jufeng, I’ve embarrassed you; I didn’t..."
Before Hua Cheng could finish, Jufeng hurriedly interrupted him with reassurance: "What you did was right. I understand your thoughts. If everyone were hard-headed, it would only raise Yang Chou's suspicions further. I trust you all."
Hua Cheng clearly hadn’t expected Jufeng to guess their thoughts without hearing any explanations. He felt a mix of gratitude and admiration, further solidifying his initial decision.
After spending half an hour with Transform and the others, Jufeng finally took his leave. Instead of returning home, he headed up to the rooftop.
Upon reaching the rooftop, he found someone already standing there. Jufeng walked over and stood side by side with them; the view was strikingly similar to that of the previous night.
"So boldly coming to find me; aren’t you afraid Yang Chou might notice?"
Chen Tan Hua turned slightly with a faint smile and explained, "I am here on orders to check on our newly appointed leader; what is there to fear?"
"Oh? A newly appointed leader?" Jufeng said with a smile, savoring the weight of the title. He turned to Chen Tan Hua and asked, "I'm curious, will my new position be more impressive than your Flowering Talent?"
Chen Tan Hua, who held the second place on the list, looked at Jufeng. Both understood the underlying meaning of his words; if Yang Chou heard this, they would surely be accused of conspiring against him.
Thinking about their future collaboration, Chen Tan Hua decided to give Jufeng a brief overview of the situation within the Terrorist organization. "Here, Yang Chou is the most powerful. He has five trusted aides, which makes him the second in command. Yang Fang is one of them, and now you are the sixth."
Upon hearing this, Jufeng was taken aback. He was still under suspicion from Yang Chou; how could he suddenly be promised such significant power? But then he realized that this position might just be an empty title.
Jufeng chuckled silently and said, "So doesn't that mean I am your superior now? No need for formalities or ceremonies."
Chen Tan Hua looked at Jufeng, his smile widening. "I fear that troubles will rise just as quickly as your rank."
Chen Tan Hua's words were not mere exaggerations. As a newcomer who had contributed nothing to most of the Terrorist organization, Jufeng would inevitably find himself in hot water, becoming a target for the other four second-in-commands and all those beneath Chen Tan Hua.
Jufeng shrugged and stretched slightly. "Can troubles be more dangerous than life and death?"
Indeed, after all he had been through, he had developed a calm demeanor and was accustomed to the precarious life of an undercover agent.
The daytime breeze was warm and refreshing, making it hard to leave, as if one could easily become intoxicated by the moment.
Two men, both with their own secrets, lay low in the Tiger's Den of the Terrorist organization. Their journeys might differ, but their goals were strikingly similar.
As time passed slowly, neither man inquired about the other's background; such questions would seem insincere. Smart individuals often didn't need to know every detail but relied on instinctive judgment to strike at the heart of matters.
However, there were still some questions left unanswered that needed clarification.
"I have been here for so long with only one purpose," Chen Tan Hua stated. "That is to see Yang Chou dead and witness his empire crumble into nothingness before his eyes. What about you?"
As Chen Tan Hua spoke about these matters, the ever-present smile on his youthful face finally faded away, revealing a deep-seated hatred. To make a skilled individual willing to lie in wait for so long for revenge indicated an enmity that was truly profound.
It must be a story filled with blood and tears.
Jufeng smiled and shook his head, saying, "Almost. In my plan, he will definitely die, and those confused people beneath him will receive their due treatment. I hope we can cooperate pleasantly."
Chen Tan Hua, upon hearing this, confirmed some thoughts in his heart and soon wore a smile again.
After so many years of disguise, it had become a habit. But in the end, which smile was heartfelt, and which was merely superficial?
Perhaps even he himself could not tell.
Chen Tan Hua gradually retreated and went downstairs, leaving Jufeng alone to enjoy the Azure Day and the gentle breeze.
(To be continued)
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