Chapter 28 Retired Soldier King Qin Zheng
Su Wantang casually tossed the note in the mailbox into the trash can, not even bothering to glance at it again.
The clamor of a clown is not worth wasting a single second of her time.
The next morning, she changed into gray "Dacron" fabric trousers and a shirt that she had hastily made overnight from the supply and marketing cooperative. The style was ordinary, but she wore them with a unique sense of neatness. Of course, she didn't forget to water the medicinal herbs and vegetables in the space.
She left the military compound quietly without alerting anyone and boarded a bus heading to the western suburbs of Beijing.
The view outside the car window gradually changed from the neat and uniform military compound to low and dilapidated civilian houses.
In the western suburbs of Beijing, the city's folds conceal countless hardships and struggles. The air is thick with the mingled smells of coal smoke and damp, musty mold.
Su Wantang got out of the car and, following the vague address from the anonymous phone call, turned into a narrow alleyway that could only accommodate two people side by side.
Deep in the alley, there are those famous cylindrical buildings, like a giant beehive, densely packed with people struggling to survive.
Just as we rounded a bend, a commotion arose ahead.
"Damn it! You're asking for it, aren't you?"
"You cripple, if you keep protecting me, I'll break your other leg today!"
At the alley entrance, three thugs were punching and kicking a man.
The man was in his early thirties, tall and muscular, and even lying on the ground, his back remained ramrod straight. One of his legs was twisted at an unnatural angle, while his other hand was tightly clutching a medicine packet wrapped in yellow paper in his arms.
Even as punches and kicks rained down on him, he gritted his teeth and remained silent.
Only those eyes, when they were raised, showed no pleading, no fear, only the ferocity and coldness of a wolf, staring intently at the blond thug who was the leader.
Su Wantang stopped in her tracks.
Her fingertips tapped lightly inside her pocket.
That's him.
Qin Zheng.
Just then, the blond thug pulled out a shiny iron pipe from behind his waist and was about to smash it down on Qin Zheng's head.
A hair's breadth away.
Su Wantang moved.
With a slight shift in his Bagua steps, he glided past silently like a weightless leaf.
No one could see her movements clearly.
All I saw was a gray shadow flash by.
She held a thin silver needle between her fingers, which she had casually taken from the medicine chest in the wooden building.
Without the slightest hesitation, the silver needle precisely pierced the Fengfu acupoint on the back of the yellow-haired thug's neck.
"Well!"
The iron pipe that Huang Mao had raised high clattered to the ground.
He seemed to have lost all his bones, collapsing limply, his body convulsing violently, his eyes rolling back, foaming at the mouth, looking utterly terrifying.
This bizarre scene left the other two thugs dumbfounded.
"A ghost...a ghost!"
"Yellow Hair! Yellow Hair, what's wrong with you?!"
The two were so frightened that they retreated one after another, looking at Su Wantang who had suddenly appeared in horror. This girl was clearly more beautiful than the fairy in the painting, but why were her eyes colder than well water in the deep winter?
Su Wantang ignored their screams, her voice clear and cold, devoid of any emotion.
"Lu Jingyan".
She uttered three words.
The two thugs were taken aback; the name sounded familiar.
"Unit 019 of the Beijing Military Region".
She then recited a series of numbers.
boom!
This serial number struck like a bolt from the blue, hitting the two thugs right on the head!
"Beijing No. 019!" That's the elite force stationed on the outskirts of Beijing! Those who come out of there are all killing machines! These street thugs aren't even worthy of carrying their shoes!
And then they remembered the name Lu Jingyan! He was the youngest and most ruthless "living devil" in Unit 019!
"Grandma! We were blind to your greatness! We were wrong!"
"We'll never do it again!"
The two thugs were terrified. They scrambled up the still-twitching blond-haired man and fled in a panic, not even bothering to pick up the iron pipe.
The alleyway fell silent once more.
Su Wantang then turned her gaze to the man on the ground.
Qin Zheng struggled, using his good leg to support himself on the ground, and slowly stood up.
He was more than a head taller than Su Wantang, and his burly figure carried the fierce aura unique to soldiers. Even in his current state of destitution, the iron-bloodedness that emanated from his very bones was still compelling.
He looked at Su Wantang warily, the fierceness in his eyes had not faded, but there was a hint of scrutiny and doubt.
"Who are you? I don't know any Lu Jingyan." His voice was hoarse from the long silence.
Su Wantang did not answer.
She simply watched him quietly, looking at his crippled leg, at the medicine bag he was protecting with his life, and at the resentment and despair in his eyes.
Then, she parted her lips slightly and uttered three words.
"Bai Xiuzhu".
The man's body jolted violently!
His tall body trembled uncontrollably.
In those fierce, wolf-like eyes, all vigilance, scrutiny, and ferocity vanished at this moment, replaced by overwhelming shock and disbelief.
He stared intently at Su Wantang, his lips trembling, unable to utter a single word.
Su Wantang's eyebrows and eyes bore a striking resemblance to the gentle, graceful woman in my memory.
"Come with me."
Qin Zheng seemed to have all his strength drained away, or perhaps he had found his long-lost soul. He silently picked up the medicine bag from the ground and limped ahead to lead the way.
He led her into an even darker doorway.
A strong smell of medicine and mildew wafted over.
The house was bare.
This was Su Wantang's only thought.
The room contained nothing but a wooden bed and a table with a missing leg.
Qin Zheng placed the precious medicine packet on the table, turned around, and faced Su Wantang with a complex expression in his eyes.
"You are... Miss's daughter?"
"Mm." Su Wantang nodded.
Qin Zheng's eyes instantly reddened.
This tough, unyielding man, who never sheds tears, had tears welling up in his eyes after hearing this affirmative answer.
“My name is Qin Zheng. I used to be Madam Bai’s bodyguard.” His voice was hoarse. “Madam treated me with the kindness of a mountain. Later, I joined the army and entered Unit 019. During a secret mission overseas, I was betrayed and my entire squad was wiped out. Only I dragged this crippled leg back.”
His words were brief, but Su Wantang could imagine the tragedy and betrayal they contained.
Betrayed.
These four words bear a striking resemblance to Lu Jingyan's own experience.
It seems that the invisible net is wider and deeper than she imagined.
"I need you to do things for me." Su Wantang got straight to the point, without any preamble. "I need an absolutely reliable person to help me investigate some things and deal with some people."
Qin Zheng looked at her in silence.
Su Wantang met his gaze and spoke again, her voice carrying an irresistible force.
"I can heal your leg."
boom!
If the name "Bai Xiuzhu" was a thunderclap, then the phrase "I can cure it" was a lightning bolt that could cleave his entire dark world in two!
Qin Zheng suddenly raised his head, and an astonishing light burst forth from his bloodshot eyes!
He consulted every doctor in Beijing, and they all said his leg was ruined; the tendons were broken and the bones were fractured, and he would be a cripple for the rest of his life.
This is also the root cause of his fall from being an elite soldier to being bullied by street thugs.
But now, this girl in front of me, who looks so much like the young lady, is saying that she can cure her?
Su Wantang didn't explain, she just looked at him quietly, her eyes clear and firm.
Qin Zheng looked at her and saw an indescribable sense of conviction in her face, which resembled that of an old friend.
silence.
A deathly silence.
for a long time.
This upright man, this indomitable tough guy, slowly, slowly... knelt on one knee under Su Wantang's calm gaze!
He lowered his proud head, a head that had never bowed to anyone before.
With all his might, he squeezed out two words from his throat.
His voice was hoarse, yet as heavy as Mount Tai.
"Qin Zheng, at your service, Miss!"
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