He was escorted to the gate by Qin Zhao and the investigation department staff.

Then I saw a row of seven cars parked on the roadside at the gate. In the driver's seat of each car sat a majestic soldier holding the steering wheel.

The leading black special car with a bright red national flag flying on the front was the most eye-catching.

There were eighteen guards with guns standing on the right side of the convoy.

The Lin family felt like they were being received by their leader.

"The Marshal brought out a lot of cars today, and he's just dropping you off on the way back, Lin Yuren."

Qin Zhao said to Lin Dehua with a gentle smile.

Anyone can see that Lin Qingqing values ​​Lin Dehua very much.

"Teacher, please get in my car."

Lin Qingqing personally opened the rear door of the special car and said to Lin Dehua.

The Lin family members looked at each other.

They each got into the car.

After everyone got on the bus, the convoy slowly drove away from the investigation gate, and eighteen guards ran behind the convoy with guns in hand.

The scene was quite shocking.

Minister Yu wiped the sweat from his forehead as he watched the convoy go away.

Finally, this ancestor passed away.

"Come on, all of you come with me to greet the Fang family."

The Fang family almost killed him.

Fortunately, Marshal Lin did not bear grudges and did not care about their interrogation of the Lin family.

In the special car.

Lin Dehua felt a little uneasy seeing Lin Qingqing's situation.

"Marshal Lin, the investigation team will go to our unit to clarify the situation. If you send us back like this, others will think you are deliberately shielding us, which will affect your reputation."

Lin Qingqing didn't care about this at all.

"I want everyone to see that you are my teacher and you cannot be bullied by anyone. If someone bullies me, I will be the one to slap you in the face."

This twisted logic left Lin Dehua at a loss for words.

He straightened his back and got down to business.

"When do you want the ancient book?"

"Because I have a large portion of it buried somewhere else. I will dig it out when the time comes."

Lin Qingqing shook her head.

"I've had a lot on my plate in the last few months, and I have to go to the front lines tonight. I'll let you know when I get back. Come home and teach me about the Thirteen Needles of the Ghost Hand. I'll find you when I have time for ancient books."

Lin Dehua heard that Lin Qingqing was going to the front line.

I don't know how.

I feel inexplicably worried.

He remembered that Marshal Lin did not know how to fight.

What's the point of such a delicate girl going to the front line alone?

Those guns are blind.

And his status was not suitable for interfering in Lin Qingqing's affairs, let alone asking why Lin Qingqing took the risk to go to the front line.

I could only put away these emotions and said, "Then be careful."

It seemed that Lin Dehua wanted to show concern, but because they were not familiar with each other, he could only say some polite words, and his face did not remove the expression in time.

Lin Qingqing laughed.

"I've achieved so much at such a young age, so I won't take any risks. I still have a lot of life ahead of me to enjoy."

“Haha~”

Lin Dehua, who was already restrained, heard Lin Qingqing's words.

I feel a little more relaxed.

"Yes, Marshal Lin is open-minded, sharp-minded, and at such a young age, he is truly enviable."

Lin Qingqing felt that Lin Dehua was her great-great-grandfather, so she naturally didn't speak to him in the same formal manner as usual.

Now when I listen to Lin Dehua's words, I suddenly remember that my great-grandfather also liked to tease me in the same way.

It turns out that my great-grandfather inherited his bad mouth from my great-great-grandfather.