Chapter 64 The Bloodstained Tang Sword! The Obsessive Boss Confesses His Love Under the Moonlight
The night wind, thick with the heavy scent of blood, swept between them.
Huo Yuan said nothing.
He stared at the fair finger pressed against his chest, his Adam's apple bobbing violently.
All around them were severed limbs, and the wreckage of the pickup trucks was still burning, crackling loudly.
Yet, the intense, palpable magnetic pull between the two of them completely shut out this hellish scene.
Huo Yuan slowly raised his hand.
Avoiding the bloodstains on his knuckles, he used the relatively clean inner side of his wrist to gently brush against Lin Xingwan's cheek.
He wiped away a speck of black ash that had splattered onto her face.
The man's body temperature was searingly high, burning against Lin Xingwan's skin through the night wind and making her tremble slightly.
"Compensate?"
Huo Yuan finally spoke, his voice raspy as if filled with coarse sand.
He stepped half a pace closer, his tall frame completely enveloping Lin Xingwan in shadow.
"I'm a rotten madman to the core."
He lowered his head, his pitch-black, wolf-like eyes locking onto hers, making no effort to hide the greed within them.
"I usually do work that puts my life on the line every day; I haven't saved up any clean assets."
Huo Yuan's breathing grew heavier, and a sickly dark red flushed the corners of his eyes.
He suddenly reached out, gripped Lin Xingwan's slender waist—which he could span with his hands—and pulled her hard into his embrace!
The two were pressed tightly together; Lin Xingwan could even feel the frantic beating of his heart, like a war drum, within his chest.
"If you were truly scared just now and wanted to run..."
Huo Yuan gritted his teeth, as if struggling to suppress an urge to devour her whole.
"It's too late now."
He lowered his head until his nose almost touched hers, his warm breath washing over her without reservation.
"Wanwan, I have nothing else to compensate you with."
"All my sanity, and this life of mine, belong entirely to you."
The crescent moon in the night sky peered out from behind the dark clouds, coldly illuminating the man's well-defined, handsome face.
"As long as you don't run, Sky Wolf Squad is yours, the supplies in this world are yours, and I am yours too."
This confession contained not a single flowery word.
Laden with the thick scent of blood and an unreasonable paranoia, it crashed violently into Lin Xingwan's heart.
Lin Xingwan looked at the man before her.
The lone wolf leader who killed without blinking in front of others now looked like a large beast terrified of being abandoned.
He was surrendering to her.
He had handed over all his weaknesses and trump cards, leaving himself at her mercy.
Lin Xingwan suddenly let out a soft laugh.
The laughter rang out exceptionally crisp across the silent ruins, carrying a hint of wantonness and arrogance.
She did not retreat, nor did she push him away.
Instead, she took the initiative, grabbed the rigid collar of his tactical vest, and yanked him down hard!
Lin Xingwan stood on her tiptoes.
In the reflection of Huo Yuan's suddenly dilated pupils, she kissed his slightly dry lips without hesitation.
A faint metallic tang, mixed with the unique scent of mint and tobacco on him, instantly overwhelmed all her senses.
"What a coincidence."
Lin Xingwan murmured between their tangled lips, her eyes filled with queenly disdain.
"I happen to like madmen."
These six words were like a spark, completely igniting the sanity Huo Yuan had been suppressing for so long.
The string in his mind named "restraint" snapped on the spot.
Huo Yuan abruptly took control, tightening his grip on the back of her head and deepening the blood-scented kiss.
He kissed her domineeringly and fiercely, wishing he could knead this woman in his arms directly into his own flesh and blood.
Behind an armored vehicle not far away.
Lu Ting had just poked his head out to report the battle situation, his mouth hanging open wide enough to fit a duck egg.
He reacted extremely quickly, backhanding the subordinate next to him who was staring wide-eyed, smacking him on the back of the head.
"What are you looking at! Do you not want your life? Turn around!"
Lu Ting cursed in a low voice, quickly shooing the group of onlookers behind the rear of the vehicle.
"Brother Ting, the Boss's progress is fast, isn't it..." The subordinate rubbed his head and chuckled.
"Nonsense, the woman our Boss has his eyes on, could she be just anyone?"
Lu Ting rubbed his nose and waved for his brothers to get to work.
"Alright, stop being a third wheel here; hurry up and go inventory the vehicles and supplies of this scum."
Over here, the kiss finally ended.
Lin Xingwan leaned against Huo Yuan's chest, panting slightly, her lips flushed a vibrant red.
Huo Yuan used the rough pad of his thumb to wipe away a trace of blood from the corner of her mouth.
Those eyes, originally filled with hostility, were now incredibly soft.
"Now that I've stamped it, you really can't run away anymore." He whispered, like a wolf king who had successfully protected his prey.
Lin Xingwan straightened her ruffled collar and rolled her eyes at him.
"Less talk, get to work."
She turned and walked toward the overturned pickup trucks; since this gang could occupy this place, they surely had some stash.
Huo Yuan chuckled and followed behind her like a dedicated bodyguard.
As the two reached the northeast corner of the ruins, the sound of someone rummaging through debris drifted over.
Lu Ting was leading a few subordinates, using their gun barrels to prod at the pile of mangled corpses.
"Boss, Sister-in-law! We have a situation here!"
Lu Ting suddenly shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice sounding somewhat strange.
Lin Xingwan and Huo Yuan exchanged a glance and walked over quickly.
They saw a scrap of a tattered gray windbreaker exposed between two gang member corpses that had been riddled with bullets.
Lu Ting kicked aside the corpse pressing down on it and dragged a person out of the blood.
It was a man.
He was in his thirties, wearing a pair of black-rimmed glasses that were half-shattered, and he had been beaten into a bloody mess.
His left lower leg was twisted at an unnatural angle, clearly fractured.
But his chest was still heaving violently, and faint, intermittent groans issued from his throat.
"These bastards left a survivor?"
Huo Yuan frowned, his hand resting on the grip of the gun at his waist.
Although the man was dressed in rags, his hands were fair, and his fingers were covered in calluses from years of holding a pen.
He didn't look like a gang lackey who lived on the edge of a blade at all.
The strangest thing was that even though the man was semi-conscious, he was still clutching a black waterproof cylinder tightly to his chest.
"Brother Ting, why is this guy hugging a plastic bucket? Did he hide gold bars in it?"
The subordinate nearby was curious and reached out to tug at the cylinder.
The dying bespectacled man suddenly erupted with astonishing strength, biting down on the subordinate's wrist!
"Hiss—are you a dog or something!"
The subordinate shook his hand in pain and raised his gun butt, ready to smash it down.
"Stop."
Lin Xingwan ordered coldly, stopping the subordinate's action.
She stared at the black cylinder stained with mud and blood, a flash of insight crossing her eyes.
This type of sealed engineering cylinder was used specifically for holding top-secret architectural blueprints before The Apocalypse.
How could this kind of thing be in a den of bandits who only knew how to rob and kill?
The bespectacled man was flung into the muddy water by the subordinate.
He coughed up mouthfuls of blood mixed with mud and sand, his hands still guarding the cylinder in his arms like iron hoops.
He struggled to open his swollen eyes, his blurred vision sweeping over Lin Xingwan and Huo Yuan.
"Don't... don't touch..."
His voice was as raspy as a broken bellows, every word accompanied by a spasm in his lungs.
"These are... blueprints... The Fortress's... blueprints..."
Hearing the word "The Fortress," Lin Xingwan's pupils constricted slightly.
She stepped forward, her military boots splashing into a puddle, sending ripples outward.
"Blueprints?" Lin Xingwan raised an eyebrow, her toe carelessly lifting his blood-stained collar. "Whatever is drawn inside, it had better be worth your life."