Chapter 308: Chapter 305: Deep Affection Chapter 308: Chapter 305: Deep Affection He gradually retracted his smile, which turned into a light sneer, “Fool, who told you to rush and kill him directly?”

With that, he enunciated every word from his mouth, “Could it be that you have forgotten who they are?”

Wu Ge’s body shook, “Rescue team.”

Once these three words were spoken, Wu Ge instantly understood what it meant.

The captain in charge of their area, that man surnamed Lu, constantly obstructed their financial avenues.

He indeed was a tough character; it was difficult to kill him with a direct assault, but using a different method, perhaps things would be different.

They were a rescue team, often deploying for rescue missions.

And in those disaster areas, everything, would be within their grasp–!

The man in the smoke-gray trench coat sneered lightly, withdrew the gun from his temple, and pulled out a handkerchief with a flick.

Only then did he leisurely wipe the gun, splattered with specks of blood, and pronounced,
“Get it done immediately, I don’t want to hear his name again, otherwise, you should be aware of what your end will be–”
The man on the ground still had his eyes wide open, unblinking in death, with a strong scent of blood lingering in the air.

If the task wasn’t completed, the consequences were all too clear.

The man in the smoke-gray trench coat turned and left, climbing the worn wooden steps. Each step creaked, and as the cellar entrance was opened, the wind and snow struck immediately.

A car had been waiting for a long time in the wind and snow.

The man still wearing sunglasses, opened the door and got into the car.

After he entered the car, he casually took off his sunglasses and said straight away, “Is the ticket back to Beijing booked?”

The assistant-like man in the passenger seat turned to look at him, “Mr. Li, everything is ready.”

The dark sky outside was twining with wind and snow, and the light in the car dimmed.

The man sat back elegantly and lazily in his seat, methodically pulling off his leather gloves, his long hands crossed slightly over one another.

When he cast a faint glance out the car window at the swirling snow, a pair of amber eyes faintly reflected on the glass.

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When Wen Xian woke up in the morning and moved slightly, she found her body somewhat heavy.

Her waist was gently encircled, with an arm draped over her.

Just awakened, still somewhat groggy, she raised her head slightly and saw Lu Xiao’s resolute jaw.

Looking up further, she saw his pale pink lips and his high-bridged nose.

His eyebrows and features were elongated, extremely distinct.

The contours of his face were sharp, each aspect perfected to just the right degree.

Even in sleep, he still wore a no-nonsense, stern expression.

Seeing this sent an inexplicable thrill through her heart; she was tempted to see how this stern captain would shatter the threshold of desire.

But in the end, she restrained herself.

The number of times the two of them had slept in the same bed could be counted on one hand; she didn’t want to wake him.

Just feeling that the first person she saw in the morning was him filled her with immense satisfaction.

That feeling was indescribable.

But it gave her an inexplicable sense of security.

And just then, her phone suddenly vibrated.

She hurriedly reached for it, turned off the vibration, and looked at the incoming message.

The message was from Sister Ling.

Upon seeing it, she was suddenly stunned.

The film crew had wrapped up in Qinghai; she needed to go to Beijing immediately, and the ticket was also booked for her–this very evening.

As Wen Xian slowly put down her phone, something heavy seemed to press down on her heart.

Even if–