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Just as I was thinking, Meng Zhuang suddenly asked me, "So, Shen, are you planning to buy a new phone?"
"Yes," I replied. "Some things happened recently, and my phone broke, so I plan to get a new one."
"Did you change your number?"
"No, it's still the same old number."
"Alright then, if anything comes up, I'll call you..." Meng Zhuang pulled out his phone to check the time and said, "It's getting late; I should get back to work."
After exchanging a few pleasantries, Meng Zhuang hurried off, while Hu Fang and I casually picked out a relatively durable phone. Although it wasn't the most attractive model, that didn't matter much.
Afterward, I accompanied Hu Fang to buy some daily necessities and clothes along with cosmetics before we finally prepared to head back.
In the taxi, Hu Fang sat beside me, happily admiring her new clothes and cosmetics while chatting away. However, I couldn't focus on her words at all; my mind was occupied with thoughts of Yao Long and Haoyang, wondering how things were going on their end.
If Yao Long and Haoyang hadn't been discovered by Yang Master, that would be great news—it would mean they could return safely. But it would also create some loopholes in our previous plans. On the other hand, if they had been found out, they would definitely face a direct confrontation with Yang Master's people. Although Yao Long had enough ability to handle himself and escape, Haoyang might not be so fortunate...
As I pondered these thoughts while gazing out at the passing scenery, I couldn't help but let out a deep sigh.
Hearing my sigh, Hu Fang seemed to understand something. She gently patted my shoulder and said, "Don't think too much about it. What’s meant to happen will happen; worrying about what shouldn't happen is pointless."
"True," I replied. "But there are always things we can't help but think about. Isn't that where our troubles come from? If we could control our thoughts consciously and decide what to think about or not think about, we wouldn't have so many worries."
I wondered if my words touched on something Hu Fang cared about because she fell silent right after I finished speaking.
We sat in silence for an unknown amount of time until the vehicle came to a stop. "Ladies, we've arrived," the driver said with a smile as he turned around from the driver's seat.
Realizing this, I quickly fished my wallet out of my pocket and handed money to the driver. "Sorry about that; I wasn't paying attention."
After paying the fare, we went upstairs and returned home. At that moment, Li Zhisheng and Death Apostle were sitting on the sofa watching TV, both wearing unusually somber expressions.
Upon seeing me return, Li Zhisheng quickly changed his previously gloomy expression and greeted me with a smile. As he took the items from Hu Fang's hands, he teased, "Wow, you two really came back loaded!"
Hearing this, Hu Fang's face instantly turned red. I hurriedly nudged Li Zhisheng and said irritably, "Can't you be serious for once? I can't believe you're a scholar."
"Does being a scholar mean I can't have a voice? Does it mean I can't experience love? Does it mean I can't have a sense of humor? That's just prejudice—naked prejudice!" Li Zhisheng declared earnestly, lifting the items to the door of Hu Fang's room without stepping inside.
"Yes, yes, you're a scholar; I'm not worthy of you..."
After that, we didn't discuss the mission much because we all understood that this operation was entirely different from the previous ones. It could very well be a matter of life and death, and no one wanted to bring such a somber atmosphere to others prematurely. So we all tried to mask our inner gloom.
I lost track of time as we chatted, and before we knew it, evening had arrived. At this point, Yao Long and Haoyang still hadn't returned. We waited until the early hours of the morning. Li Zhisheng and Hu Fang were growing increasingly sleepy and decided to head back to their rooms, leaving only me and Death Apostle sitting in front of the television, watching one boring advertisement after another.
"Worried they might be in trouble?" I couldn't hold back any longer and spoke first.
Death Apostle shook his head. "Based on what they've done before, they should be fine. However, this time they're facing their former organization; whether it's good or bad depends on their own fate..."
Before he could finish speaking, we heard the sound of rain starting to patter outside. The rain quickly intensified into a torrential downpour. Lightning streaked across the night sky, accompanied by deafening thunder that illuminated the ground time and again.
At that moment, looking out the window made me even more anxious about Haoyang and Yao Long's safety. Just as I furrowed my brow in worry, there came a heavy knocking at the door.
I stood up and walked cautiously to the door, asking warily, "Yao Long? Is that you?"
A somewhat strained voice replied from outside, "It's me; hurry, open the door..." The voice sounded labored, but I could unmistakably tell it was Yao Long.
I flung open the door to find Haoyang supporting Yao Long at the entrance. Their clothes were completely soaked from the rain, and Yao Long's hand draped over Haoyang was dripping with blood.
"What happened?!" I quickly ushered them inside. At that moment, Death Apostle also approached; seeing the situation, he helped support Yao Long and brought them into the house.
"Yao Long, how did you get hurt like this?!" I asked anxiously while hastily closing the door.
"You weren't wrong in your guesses; Yang Master discovered something. They seem to be on high alert for some reason, and it appears this is related to Yin Master..." As Yao Long spoke, he swayed slightly due to exhaustion and nearly fell.
"Quick, hold him up," said Death Apostle. "Don't rush, take a moment to rest first!"
With that, I hurriedly took out some first aid supplies to help bandage Yao Long, while Death Apostle laid him down on the sofa.
"Don't move yet; let me take care of your wounds!" I said as Death Apostle and I worked together to remove Yao Long's blood-stained shirt.
At that moment, I was shocked to discover that Yao Long had numerous wounds on his body, all in streaks of varying depths and angles, as if he had been attacked by a flurry of blades.
Some of the wounds were too deep, and with the excessive blood loss he had suffered, our current first aid measures were insufficient to save his life. After performing basic bleeding control, we called for an ambulance.
Taking advantage of this time, I asked Haoyang, who had been silent beside us, "Who did this to Yao Long? And how were you discovered?!"
At that moment, guilt was written all over Haoyang's face. He lowered his head and said, "It's all my fault; it's because of me that we were discovered..."
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