Chapter 59

Wen Jinfeng loosened his hand on Wen Xin's arm and moved it quickly downwards, trying to clamp the young man's wrist.

At the same time, a sharp light flashed across his eyes.

Even though he was less cold than usual because Wen Xin was his younger brother, he was still very fierce.

But before this brilliant light was fully revealed, the young man raised his fingers and loosened the fabric of the clothes.

The movements were as light as a gust of wind.

It didn't seem like she let go because she was afraid of his gaze.

At that moment, a flash of surprise and doubt flashed through Wen Jinfeng's mind, which was filled with calculations.

Without the man's arm holding him up, Wen Xin, with half of his body exposed, slid down without any surprise.

"Warm and sweet!"

Fortunately, the little fox was right next to him, and quickly supported him, preventing Wen Xin from falling headfirst.

Wen Jinfeng also reacted quickly and held up the young man's arm again.

Wen Xin almost fell down in the man's arms just now. The little fox was very dissatisfied and directly shook his hand away: "Do you know how to help others?"

It was rare that Wen Jinfeng didn't argue with him.

The man stared at Wen Xin's pale and weak face, a question rolling in his throat.

Why did you find the box but let it go at the last minute?

Wen Jinfeng knew that he was a person who was used to keeping everything in his hands.

When he was climbing up the career ladder, many people privately ridiculed him for being blinded by lust, saying that he treated power like an animal protecting its food and had lost even his humanity.

He overheard these conversations at the time, and smiled and said thank you for the compliment.

Autocratic? Competitive?

Wen Jinfeng just wanted to sneer after hearing this.

If he was not such a person, how could he have lived to this day, and how could he stand out from a group of ambitious people and have his current identity and status?

Do you really think that the struggle for power is just a game of house, where the loser can throw around and start over?

And now, meeting Wen Xin's clear eyes.

The man's lips moved.

so……

When he mistakenly thought that Wen Xin wanted to snatch the box, would his expression and eyes be scary?

Wen Xin, his only family now, his younger brother.

...And how much ruthlessness and suspicion did we see in him from that one reflexive action?

However, in Wen Jinfeng's view, these questions are full of cowardice.

He was destined to get no answer.

Just like he has been wearing the mask for too long, he is destined not to reveal his inner heart and show the indecisive side of human nature.

After his hand was shaken off, the man took a few seconds to regain his composure.

He stood up and stood aside, saying modestly, "Then it's up to His Holiness Pope Lao."

The little fox's eyes widened when he saw Wen Jinfeng throwing the young man to him openly.

Although he was happy to support Wen Xin all the way back, it would be best if Wen Jinfeng also went home at the same time and stayed far away, and didn't try to snatch Wen Xin from him.

But the little fox didn't expect that this man would be such a mean person!

Wen Xin didn't have time to think.

Turning around, a hint of blood red appeared in the little fox's eyes again.

His heart skipped a beat and he hurriedly grabbed the boy.

"Wait a minute, Your Holiness—"

"Your Highness, calm down, calm down, don't be angry, calm down."

The young man's posture in coaxing the little fox could be described as unruly, because he only had one foot on the ground to exert his strength.

As a result, before he could coax the little fox into submission, he heard Wen Jinfeng mocking him.

"Look, I just asked him to do a small favor and he was so unhappy."

He looked at Wen Xin sincerely and said, "My poor brother, I advise you to come back with me as soon as possible, so as to avoid being abandoned here for too long and becoming a burden living under someone else's roof, being bullied and beaten every day and crying your heart out."

Wen Xin's string of modifiers made my scalp numb: "Can you speak properly?"

The little fox had never seen anyone who liked to confuse right and wrong so much, and was shocked.

He immediately retorted: "I can't let Wen Xin be bullied!"

"You can't bully him, him, him, them, and those people hiding in the back."

Wen Jinfeng stretched his arm back and pointed at the members of Idealism one by one.

He spoke very quickly, with clear enunciation and without pause, and each word was full of emotion. In short, he smiled and fully recreated how he had single-handedly stunned the entire A City Regulatory Commission.

"The Pope went deep into the enemy camp, but none of his subordinates followed him. So are they blind, deaf, or stupid?"

Wen Jinfeng leisurely put on a smile.

"With this group of unqualified subordinates, they can't even get into the formal army in City A. Are you sure they won't flatter and please you on the surface but secretly disobey you, and on the one hand, they will chant long live the Pope, while on the other hand, they will turn into Rong Madam with a steel needle and bully my cute, helpless, pitiful, weak and helpless silly brother?"

Wen Xin: “…”

Little Fox: “…”

In fact, when the little fox rushed over in a hurry, the Idealism Cult had not yet recovered from the aftermath of the power.

When they came to their senses, the little fox was already standing in front of the Wen and Xin brothers.

The members of the Idealism Cult could not shuttle between the enemy camps in the blink of an eye like the little fox, and the latter did not give any instructions, so they had to wait where they were.

Wen Jinfeng did not use a loudspeaker, so Bishop Shi could not hear the conversation between the three people.

But he could vaguely see Wen Jinfeng's finger pointing backwards.

I don't know what the other party said, and the little fox also looked over.

That scene had an eerie sense of déjà vu.

The army armed with heavy firepower surrounded the young man, the black gun barrels slightly raised, reflecting a cold light.

The bleak light shone on the boy's cheek, as if an invisible abyss was approaching him. The latter could only shrink in Wen Xin's arms, looking around helplessly.

Bishop Shi shuddered at his own imagination.

His Holiness the Pope is extremely powerful and his majesty cannot be trampled upon.

How could he have such a disrespectful idea?

But just before Bishop Shi was about to abandon these messy thoughts, he remembered those words again.

Those words he would think of from time to time.

——Maybe? Why do you say maybe?

——Using one person's strength to support a utopia for tens of thousands of people, do you think it would be tiring? How could it not be tiring!

These were clearly just two simple sentences, but they sounded like the long and distant bell tolling from a church tower, creating a deafening buzzing sound in the old man's ears.

Bishop Shi calmed himself down.

Then he took a deep breath and walked towards the location of Wen Xin and the other two.

The two cardinals who were still standing beside him were stunned by what they saw.

They are not mutants and cannot stop bullets and artillery fire. If they go there now, won't they be causing trouble for His Holiness the Pope?

But Bishop Shi had already passed by, so it was not appropriate for them to just stay there and watch.

The two cardinals glanced at each other and simply followed the old man.

Twelve black-robed bishops stood behind the three red cardinals.

Seeing them suddenly leave, the twelve people looked at each other, hesitated for two seconds, and then followed them.

As for the later members of Idealism, their ideas were even simpler.

Even if they couldn't see the situation on the battlefield and didn't understand how the situation had developed, they always knew one thing.

Just follow the instructions and follow the team, that's for sure!

So, after Wen Jinfeng said those sarcastic words, Wen Xin and the others immediately saw a large group of people from the Idealism Sect walking towards them.

With the first step, Bishop Shi was the first to walk in front of the little fox.

He bowed respectfully and asked, "Your Holiness, I saw you glanced at us just now. Have you reached an agreement with the distinguished guest?"

The little fox didn't expect them to come suddenly.

Just as Wen Jinfeng said, he knew that humans were very fragile, so he was always used to being at the forefront when danger came.

Even though the people behind him never moved forward, he didn't think there was anything wrong.

Until Wen Jinfeng pointed out the problem bluntly.

But before the boy had time to feel confused or sad, Bishop Shi came over with everyone the next second.

Wen Xin suddenly noticed that Bishop Shi was looking at him.

The old man met his gaze, blinked quickly at the young man, and then regained his solemn expression.

It was a few seconds later that Wen Xin came to his senses.

He couldn't help but squint his eyes.

Seeing that the little fox didn't say anything, Wen Xin patted the boy's shoulder.

The young man came back to his senses and immediately said, "We'll talk later. Wen Xin's ankle is injured. Go find a doctor and drive the car over as well."

Wen Xin turned around again to see Wen Jinfeng's reaction.

The man slowly straightened his clothes and smiled as usual, as if nothing had happened.

But if Wen Xin remembered correctly, he just saw the corner of Wen Jinfeng's mouth twitch.

Apparently, Wen Jinfeng had not expected that the ape-man, who was suspected to be deaf and blind and whose intelligence had not been properly developed, would suddenly evolve and even come over to support the little fox.

Feeling the warm and ambiguous gaze, the man's sense of shame had long since flown away, and he was not too embarrassed to even hold it in.

Wen Jinfeng patted him on the head and sneered, "What are you looking at, little kid?"

Wen Xinqian smiled and said, "Nothing much. I just think you are different from what I remembered."

It's actually quite sad to say this, after all, how could two brothers not see each other for several years?

Wen Jinfeng paused.

He sneered and glanced at her: "Why, after being away from home for a few years, you finally learned to miss me, right? I'm so happy, brother."

Wen Xin's smile froze.

He stared at Wen Jinfeng's face, which was similar to his own, and felt that brotherly love and respect only existed in his imagination. He took a deep breath.

Wen Jinfeng knew two brothers when he was in high school. Three words they said to each other were full of thorns, five words they said were full of guns and sticks, and quarrels were as common as eating.

Finally, we can go buy popsicles together with our arms around each other.

He felt that the give-and-take between brothers was the first step in fostering affection, and that this was a good opportunity to make up for what they had missed in the past, so he smiled and waited for Wen Xin's response.

As a result, the young man didn't even look at him, turned his head away expressionlessly, and put his arm around the boy's shoulder affectionately.

Closely, intimately, and lovingly.

Wen Jinfeng: “……???”

Wen Xin was not deliberately putting on a show in front of the man, his ankle was indeed very painful.

He hugged the boy tightly and said patiently, "Your Highness, let me lean on you for a while."

The little fox listened to the young man's soft breathing and felt distressed. With a faint white light on his fingertips, he touched his forehead and said, "Let me carry you and run back, okay?"

From the beginning, he wanted to pick up Wen Xin and run to the hospital.

After all, no matter how fast a car is, it can never be as fast as an S-Class mutant.

But Wen Xin was the first to notice the little fox's intention and reached out to grab him.

Otherwise, without the little fox and with only Wen Jinfeng around, the two sides would confront each other and who knows what kind of trouble would arise.

With the faint white light shining on his forehead, Wen Xin's mind seemed to be swept by a cool breeze. The pain was immediately relieved a lot, and his pale cheeks also regained some color.

He came over and comforted the little fox with a smile.

"I've felt it, the bones are fine, it's just a sprain of the soft tissue in the ankle joint, nothing serious."

Before he finished speaking, Wen Xin saw Wen Jinfeng, who was staring at the two of them expressionlessly, turn around and leave.

Not long after, the man came back with a medical box he had taken out of the armored vehicle.

When troops are on a mission, emergency medicines are indispensable. During combat, it is common to wear bandages while facing off with guns.

The little fox was hoping that Wen Jinfeng would be followed by a military doctor, but there wasn't one.

Li Yongming and others heard the order and came over, but they just stood aside and watched, waiting for orders.

Seeing Wen Jinfeng skillfully opening the medicine box, Wen Xin and the little fox showed surprise and astonishment at the same time.

"You're the one doing it?"

The little fox asked doubtfully, "Can you do that? Don't make Wen Xin's injury worse."

Wen Xin also lifted his feet subconsciously.

It's not that he doesn't trust Wen Jinfeng, but the current occasion is not appropriate.

There were so many people present, including members of the Idealism Cult, the army of City A, and residents of City B watching on the city wall, all observing their every move.

Wen Jinfeng, the leader of a group, suddenly half-knelt on the ground just to apply medicine to him. He was afraid that bad rumors about Wen Jinfeng would spread.

Wen Jinfeng saw that the young man was moving restlessly, so he grabbed his calf and held it in front of him without any explanation.

He first responded to the little fox: "Your Holiness, I believe that keeping silent in areas where you have nothing to do is the most basic courtesy and cultivation."

Then he said to Wen Xin: "Why are you hiding? Are you afraid of the pain?"

Compared with those harsh words just now, Wen Jinfeng's two words were so gentle.

Wen Xin was stunned for a moment, and saw the sorrow flowing from Wen Jinfeng's eyes.

However, the person concerned seemed to be completely unaware. With his brows knitted and lips half opened, he uttered something coquettishly without saying a word.

Then, the man placed his broad palm on his ankle.

For Wen Jinfeng's men, this scene was shocking.

They had only seen Wen Jinfeng's iron-blooded and ruthless side, but had never seen a man so gentle, so they couldn't help but cast their eyes on him secretly.

Wen Xin noticed their gazes and quickly whispered, "There are a lot of people watching."

Wen Jinfeng thought that his brother was not only coquettish, but also thin-skinned and easily shy.

So he turned around and said coldly: "Who is watching, who?"

Li Yongming and his men: "..."

The corners of their mouths twitched wildly in their hearts. They took a step forward and used their burly bodies as a human wall, blocking the view of others.

He blocked his eyes and shouted, "No one is watching, sir!"

Wen Xin: “…”

Wen Jinfeng laughed and said, "No one is watching, so why be ashamed?"

As he spoke, he began to treat Wen Xin's injuries as if no one was around.

The man did not use any force recklessly, but was very skillful in his technique. He first held up the young man's heel, and then pressed several joints lightly to feel if there was any bone damage.

Then he took out the spray from the medicine box and sprayed it carefully on Wen Xin's ankle. He hung the middle part of the bandage on his left hand and wrapped it around and fixed it along the way with his right hand.

As the bandage was applied with pressure, Wen Xin could clearly feel the restraint caused by the swollen skin and flesh being relieved.

"I'll find an ice pack for you later."

Wen Jinfeng treated his injuries carefully and put the remaining bandages and spray back.

When he turned around, he saw Wen Xin staring at him intently.

"Why are you looking at me? I have flowers on my face."

"No." Wen Xin suddenly narrowed her eyes, "I just didn't expect that my brother cares so much about me. I'm so happy."

Only his eyes were smiling, his tone was calm and expressionless, and he sounded very weird.

Wen Jinfeng: “…”

He looked as if he had been struck by lightning: "Who did you learn this kind of words and tone from?"

Wen Xin asked curiously, "Didn't you just say that I finally remembered you and made you very happy?"

Suddenly I realized that the disaster came from me: "..."

He stared at the young man's innocent face, as if he was choked by a breath and couldn't speak.

Everyone else present thought that Wen Xin was responding to Wen Jinfeng's sharp tongue.

Only the little fox held by Wen Xinqian felt the true emotional fluctuations in the young man's heart.

He looked down as if he had noticed something, and saw that the corners of the young man's mouth were constantly rising as he tried to suppress a smile.

.

At this moment, the two realists on the church bell tower were still waiting for the war to start.

However, by the time they were about to be frozen by the cold wind, there was no further explosion from the east gate of the city.

Why hasn't Wen Jinfeng made a move yet?

The subordinate stepped forward doubtfully, but before he could ask a question, he saw the increasingly dangerous and gloomy eyes of the man in black, and was so frightened that he immediately fell silent.

The man in black was now feeling agitated.

The mutants are brutal and arrogant, while Wen Jinfeng is arbitrary and dictatorial. There is no room for maneuver for the two sides, and they should have started fighting the moment they met.

But why do they get along so well?

A mutant who hates humans and a human who regards mutants as monsters, how can they have so much to say!

The subordinate suddenly shouted in surprise: "They are moving. The people at the city gate are moving. Are they going to fight?!"

Is the fight finally about to begin?

The man in black became excited and looked over eagerly.

However, they found that the crowd had no intention of fighting. Instead, they made way in an extremely orderly manner and watched an armored vehicle drive in from the gate and head towards the church.

The man in black's face twitched, his lips moved, and he finally squeezed out a word from between his teeth.

"Grass."

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