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Atlas Studios
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Atlas Studios
Fu Huai’an found the black market using his experience. After buying the equipment and getting the information he needed, he settled Tuan Tuan down and set off to rescue the stupid brother who was going to sacrifice his life.
On the 27th, when he found Jiang Ming’an. Jiang Ming’an’s recruitment army had been completely annihilated. In Fu Huai’an’s aiming frame, Jiang Ming’an was sitting alone in the muddy hall that was filled with corpses and burning with a raging fire. His whole body was covered in blood, his hand holding the very head of the man who killed his wife. He kept stabbing that man’s flesh using his knife, without a care for the bullets that were going to fire at him.
Fu Huai’an took out several armed forces in the auditorium that were going to fire at Jiang Ming’an at a hectic speed.
When he saw Fu Huai’an charging into the fire, Jiang Ming’an smiled at Fu Huai’an in his exhaustion.
That’s the best you can offer? Are you here for revenge or here to kill yourself?
Fu Huai’an looked down at Jiang Ming’an’s blood covered face. He spoke in his deep, magnetic voice, feeling a terrible mix of feelings inside.
Fu Huai’an was visibly distraught. He tried to lead Jiang Ming’an away, but Jiang Ming’an simply laughed lethargically and said,
Don’t waste your energy, I won’t live, brother… I want to talk to you.
Save it for later outside!
Fu Huai’an carried Jiang Ming’an and started towards the door.
Jiang Ming’an had no strength left to lift his foot. The weight of his whole body leaned on Fu Huai’an. His injured right foot dragged across the ground, leaving a long bloody print.
If I die, bury Xiangsi and me together. Buy a bigger urn, and put us in together, won’t you? I don’t want to be separated from her again.
As soon as he stopped talking, he heard the sound of the incomprehensible Arabic language coming from behind the door.
Fu Huai’an furrowed his eyebrows and quickly withdrew with Jiang Ming’an. As soon as he reached the door, Jiang Ming’an suddenly buckled the door frame and pushed the unguarded Fu Huai’an out.
In the raging fire, Jiang Ming’an’s face was covered in blood. He smiled peacefully and said,
Brother! Call him Tuan Tuan, as in Tuan Tuan Yuan Yuan, which means unity and harmony! Don’t let him know that he has a father that can’t live without his wife—he’d make fun of me!
Jiang Ming’an then opened up his jacket covered in blood.
Seeing Jiang Ming’an with a bomb strapped on his body, Fu Huai’an hollered his name and rushed toward the auditorium. Yet Jiang Ming’an smiled and closed the door of the auditorium.
Come for me! Jerks! I’ll send you all to meet you true God Allah today!
Hearing the raging screams of Jiang Ming’an, Fu Huai’an had no time to rush in from the window to stop him. The shock wave coming from the explosion traveled to him and threw him out a long distance away.
On the 30th, Fu Huai’an led the group, the ashes of Xiangsi, and a piece of scorched earth in the ruins where Jiang Ming’an died, returned to China, and buried Lu Xiangsi and Jiang Ming’an.
In the drizzling rain, Fu Huai’an stood alone in a black suit with his hands in his pockets. His short black hair and broad shoulders covered in water mist. As he was standing in front of the tombstones of Lu Xiangsi and Jiang Ming’an, he suddenly felt a desire for money arise in his heart.
He thought, if only he had enough money in his hands back then, then when Jiang Ming’s father Jiang Chengyuan came to seek him—even if there were no flight to Iraq—he wouldn’t have to waste time trying to contact Xie Jingqiu to borrow a private jet and get his flight permit!
If only he could arrange for it in a heartbeat! If only he arrived just a bit earlier in Iraq, Lu Xiangsi wouldn’t have died!
If only, he wasn’t just a lawyer who had never lost a case, but one with sufficient assets, he could have recruited the temporary soldiers in time before Jiang Ming’an foolishly sent himself off to die and saved his life!
