The dagger startled Shen Shaolin so much that he withdrew his index finger. As he pushed forward, the dagger slashed his neck again. The burning pain returned, even more intense than before, making him feel both pain and anger, so much so that he felt like he was about to vomit blood.
But he could only watch helplessly as Ji Muhan held a knife to his neck. His lips twitched. "Muhan, we're on the same team. Isn't it a bit inappropriate to hold a knife to my neck like this? It's not good to keep using knives. What if you accidentally hurt someone?"
There was no other way; when you're under someone's roof, you have to bow your head, especially when he couldn't beat... Ji Muhan.
Shen Shaolin was quite perceptive and knew how to be flexible and adaptable.
"Heh." Ji Muhan's eyes were desolate, deep and cold, with no end in sight. She even added indifferently, "So what if you're dead? You didn't do many good things while you were alive anyway."
But when Shen Shaolin heard his cold laugh, especially Ji Muhan's last words, he immediately looked at Mo Qing behind him, and his heart trembled violently.
Oh no, it seems Ji Muhan isn't going to let this go easily. This whole thing is beyond our control...
"How do you want to die? I'll grant your wish," Ji Muhan said coldly.
When Shen Shaolin heard these words, the corner of his mouth twitched involuntarily.
How does he want to die? Should he grant his wish?
Can he then allow himself to live?
"Can't I choose to live? The world is so beautiful, why would I be so foolish as to choose to die? Mu Han, is that you?" Shen Shaolin smiled obsequiously, speaking in a particularly sycophantic manner.
Damn it, they've known each other for over ten years, can't they at least try to use a different way of speaking?
"If you really wanted to live, you wouldn't keep making stupid mistakes." Ji Muhan exuded a chilling aura that kept strangers at bay, and her demeanor grew even colder after she finished speaking.
The force with which they grabbed his collar increased, almost strangling him to death.
He felt that it wouldn't be long before he was really going to court, and for such a foolish reason, not at all the patriotic sacrifice he had imagined...
Shen Shaolin felt like crying but had no tears. What could he do? He couldn't beat Ji Muhan.
He could only quickly beg for mercy, saying, "I promise I will never do it again...cough cough...next time."
"You want a next time?" Ji Muhan's eyes were cold and indifferent.
The two of them had colluded before, but he thought it wasn't a big deal, and after returning to the army, he forgot about it. It seems that he wasn't severely punished last time, so he didn't learn his lesson...
"..." Shen Shaolin was speechless.
How could he dare? This lesson was enough for him to never forget. He never wanted to have anything to do with Mo Qing again in his life. He almost lost his life just once!
Mo Qing is not only the "culprit" who caused her brother to lose control.
Now that there's Ji Muhan involved, how could he dare to get close to her? Unless he really didn't want to live anymore...
"She's immature, but are you also a minor and brainless? You actually brought her into the training ground. Aren't you tired of living?" Ji Muhan frowned, her eyes turning cold as she glared at him, each word colder than the last.
The grip on his collar tightened, and the dagger pressed against his neck moved two inches deeper. A flash of anger, unnoticed even by himself, crossed his eyes. "You know perfectly well that even in exercises, special forces have annual death quotas."
Shen Shaolin's lips twitched. "..." She's still so immature?
Should he protest his innocence?
She was the one who threatened him, insisting that he bring her in.
Besides, it was clearly Momo who insisted on coming in, so why don't I see him or her? All I see is him having surgery every night. I really can't live like this anymore...
Seeing that Shen Shaolin seemed a little hesitant, Mo Qing immediately gave him a bright smile, revealing her exceptionally beautiful dimples.
It seemed to be reminding him…
Shen Shaolin's heart trembled again, "..."
What kind of people are these?!
What did he do to deserve this? He's either being threatened by her or Ji Muhan has a knife to his throat.
If he kept playing like this, he felt that even nine lives wouldn't be enough...
Ji Muhan turned around following his gaze and saw Mo Qing smiling innocently at him. There were still some patches of paint left on her pretty and delicate face, while the rest had been rubbed off.
"Mu Han, we're still in the middle of a drill. Let's talk about other things after the drill is over," Shen Shaolin said with a helpless, wry smile. "Is that alright?"
Ji Muhan withdrew her gaze at the opportune moment, her eyes deep and cool as she said, "You haven't learned your lesson at all. Don't worry, I'll definitely reward you handsomely when I get back this time."
"..." No, really, he knows he was wrong!
Shen Shaolin realized that begging for mercy was useless, so he could only cast a pleading look at Mo Qing.
Mo Qing blinked with a smile, then shrugged as if she was also "powerless."
Then, he kept looking at the ground but not at Chen Shaolin. Although he wasn't looking in their direction, he still listened intently to the sounds coming from that side...
Ji Muhan had just sheathed her knife when she immediately shot it towards a large tree.
The ruthless and swift movement was so fast that even Mo Qing didn't see it clearly before she heard the sound of the knife piercing the tree.
"You're dead." That's what Ji Muhan said casually.
With a single, seemingly innocuous remark, the special forces soldier hiding behind the tree, who was about to fire at them, was eliminated, effectively sentenced to death.
But Mo Qing blinked, completely bewildered; she hadn't noticed anyone at all.
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