Wild Journey

Chapter 9 Association | "Don't Live Because of Others"

Dr. Sen is a genius who is second to none in many fields. Unfortunately, he has a shallow moral concept, and he does not do many good things, but he does a lot of bad things, making people hate and fear him.

Mu Han asked in surprise, "Are you Sen's son?"

Feng Yao: "Adopted son, Sen has no son."

With such a father backing him, it's no wonder Feng Yao's skills are excellent, but his temper is not very good.Mu Han nodded in understanding, immediately respected Feng Yao, and asked him a few gossip about Sen, wishing he could get an autograph on the spot and take it to the trading house to sell it.

Although Mu Han and the Alliance had an unpleasant quarrel during this mission, but fortunately it was successfully completed and the basic commissions were all paid.The rebel army was wiped out, and Fang Xiaowen was sent home safe and sound.

Feng Yao was the most seriously injured, with a mild concussion, two broken ribs, recovery of the dislocation of the patella, and various bruises and swellings, all of which made him lie in the hospital for half a month before he finally recovered. Recovery healed.

It was night when he was discharged from the hospital, Mu Han went to the association to pick up his car, Feng Yao and Gu Xiao went through the discharge procedures and waited on the side of the street.

This is Area M-06, home of the Mercenary Guild.

Most of the mercenaries live in no fixed place, and they usually live here temporarily when they are free to accept tasks. Therefore, the legal restrictions in this district and city are not too strict, and all kinds of illegal transactions are blatant. Among the ten passers-by on the street, there are Seven or eight are not easy to mess with. This is the capital of crime that advocates violence and blood, and it is also a utopian paradise of freedom and equality.

As night falls, the bustling neighborhood is full of gold and paper. On the LED screens on the high-rise buildings, sexy women in scantily clad clothes are posing. Drunk men on the street corner are holding wine bottles and shouting vaguely. He was stopped obsequiously by the prostitutes with heavy make-up and full of prostitution, and was dragged to the deepest part of the red-light district.

"Brother, do you want to come here to have a look?"

The beautiful young man dressed as a cat maid smiled and walked over with his waist twisted, Xiangxiang's soft body went straight to Gu Xiao's arms.

Feng Yao stood by the street and looked up.

Gu Xiao indifferently raised one hand and pressed it on the young man's shoulder, turned him in a different direction, and pushed him again, obviously refusing.

The young man staggered half a step, looking back reluctantly.

Gu Xiao drew out the knife, and when the young man saw him draw the knife, the nostalgia he had pretended just now disappeared without a trace, turned his head and ran away without saying a word.

Feng Yao subconsciously looked at the boy's back, staring at the cat's tail protruding from his shorts, and couldn't help wondering, where is that tail?Just as he was watching, a knife shadow suddenly flashed in front of his eyes, Feng Yao was startled, and saw Gu Xiao deflect his wrist with ease, and retracted the knife.

Feng Yao was surprised: "What are you doing?!"

Gu Xiao said lightly: "Hand slippery."

Feng Yao: "..."

Feng Yao squinted over, and saw Gu Xiao holding the knife with one hand, with two slender fingers resting on the surface of the knife, wiping it lightly and slowly. From his angle, he could just see the sharp edge of the knife, and the simple yet delicate He has always been interested in delicate objects, so he asked, "Can you lend me your knife?"

When Gu Xiao heard this, he glanced at Feng Yao suspiciously.

Feng Yao was at a loss, not understanding what Gu Xiao meant, and asked again: "Why are you always wiping this saber? Does it have any special meaning?"

Gu Xiao put away the knife and said coldly, "What's none of your business?"

Why is this man so moody?Is the brain really okay?Feng Yao was bullied again and again, he lost his patience and stopped talking.

A medium-sized base vehicle slowly approached, the driver's window was rolled up halfway, and Mu Han was greeting them with half of his face exposed.

Feng Yao walked over with a cold face.

At the end of the base car are two rows of extremely narrow seats, with two pillows thrown in. There are seats on both sides of the window and behind the driver's seat. The equipment and equipment are piled up in a mess. Feng Yao frowned when he saw it. The scattered and trivial items barely moved out of place, sat down in disgust, and asked Mu Han, "Did you buy these things?"

Mu Han: "There are some that come with the car, and there are some that were bought by the former technical soldiers. You can clean them up, and throw away the useless ones."

Feng Yao: "Have you had technical soldiers before?"

Mu Han: "Yes."

Feng Yao: "Did you stop doing it later?"

Mu Han: "Dead."

Feng Yao's brows moved slightly, and he didn't ask any more questions, just said: "My condolences."

"To be honest, I don't really want to mourn for him." Mu Han said slowly, "There were originally five people in this regiment, all of whom were brothers who had gone through life and death. The former technical soldier was the lover of one of them, and later joined Once on a mission, the technical soldier’s lover died, and then he ran away, leaving the other four in the center of the battlefield. After getting out of the base vehicle, he was shot dead on the spot before leaving the city.”

When Mu Han said this, he paused for a moment. The feasting lights along the way passed through the dark brown glass, dimmed into changing black and white, and fell on his handsome side face, reflecting scattered light and shadows. He lit a cigarette before continuing. Said: "In the end, only Gu Xiao and I survived."

This was an unpleasant story, Feng Yao listened to it quietly, without commenting, but said: "Don't worry, I won't. Joining you is my decision, I won't live for others."

Mu Han: "With your words, I'm relieved, treat you to a meal, and treat it as a welcome."

Feng Yao said silently: "Is there anything delicious?"

Mu Han: "There's a good place, I'll show you there."

On the road, Feng Yao was faced with a messy car, and he didn't know where to start. He looked around with a headache, and stretched out his hand to Gu Xiao who was opposite him: "Pass me the detector in your hand, just the iron box."

Gu Xiao didn't move at all, and shook him off: "Take it yourself."

The corners of Feng Yao's mouth twitched slightly, and he secretly complained, walked over and picked up the detector with his hands, and heard Gu Xiao ask: "What are you complaining about?"

Feng Yao retorted: "What's the matter with you?"

Gu Xiao stopped talking, and Feng Yao, who had successfully turned back, had a sense of comfort of revenge, and suddenly felt in a good mood.

The 'good place' that Mu Han mentioned is called 'Millennium'.

This is a clean bar, opened in a secluded alley, the store of the bar is low-key, the color is dark gray and black, the decoration has a feeling of the old society, there are many bookshelves and windows, books and tapes on it , CDs and even records, all come from the old society.

Feng Yao only knew about the old society in the records of the Qihe era. Facing the "cultural relics" in the room at this time, he kept looking around in surprise and stretched out his hand to touch. Due to unauthorized, He hesitated and shrank back again. He thought for a while, looked eagerly at Gu Xiao, the only living person beside him, and asked longingly, "Can I touch it?"

Seeing Feng Yao's appearance, Gu Xiao was stunned for no reason, and then, as if he was covering up something, he looked away unnaturally, and said, "Touch it, touch it casually."

"Why did you touch it casually, your house opened it?"

A loud and magnetic female voice came from the depths of the corridor. The woman in the dark red cheongsam, with a peach blossom face and full of charm, came swaying and glared at Gu Xiao, "Did you come here?"

Mu Han followed her and introduced: "This is Feng Yao, a newly recruited little technician. This is the boss Jing Wan, just call her Aunt Wan."

Jing Wan looked at him with a half-smile: "Are you courting death?"

Mu Han quickly changed his words: "Sister Wan, just call Sister Wan."

Feng Yao's mind was full of the utensils in front of him, so he yelled sweetly without thinking, "Miss Wan, can I touch these things?"

Feng Yao is handsome and looks young. When he said this, his appearance was well-behaved and sensible. Jing Wan didn't make things difficult for him, and responded softly: "Touch whatever you want, just don't drop it."

So Feng Yao went to visit happily, while Mu Han was called to the back kitchen by Jing Wan to work as a coolie.Feng Yao took the book, sat on the sofa, flipped through two pages, saw Mu Han and Jing Wan walking away, and asked Gu Xiao curiously: "Is that Mu Han's girlfriend?"

"No." Gu Xiao sat down next to him, took the cup and poured water with ease, "Mu Han's brother's girlfriend."

Feng Yao: "Mu Han still has an older brother?"

Gu Xiao: "Well, he's dead."

After Feng Yao heard this, he felt complicated for a moment. It seemed that in this war-prone world, everyone had an unpleasant past, even those who seemed very optimistic and carefree were not immune.He naturally took the cup of water that Gu Xiao had poured, took a sip, and said nothing. As soon as he put down the cup, he saw Gu Xiao looking at him with black lines on his face.

Feng Yao: "What's the matter?"

Gu Xiao looked away, poured another glass of water, drank it himself, and ignored him.

Feng Yao felt baffled, he didn't know where he had offended Gu Xiao, why did this person always act like he didn't want to see him?

During dinner, Jing Wan asked about their mission this time, and Mu Han picked out some not-so-dangerous experiences, and told her in a few words, but kept silent about being trapped in the blockade, going to the battlefield, and being in a car accident. .

After Jing Wan finished listening, she asked Mu Han, "Is there anything else?"

Mu Han: "What else do you want?"

Jing Wan looked at Mu Han, and indeed she didn't see any scars, so she looked back at the dining table shyly, and changed the subject: "You are not too young, should you have a relationship? Didn't you always fall in love when you were in the military academy?" , why is it that you can’t get any of them back when you’re old now?”

Mu Han: "Do you think I have time?"

Jing Wan: "Don't talk about it, it's useless, there's always time to talk about whatever you want."

Mu Han said in a dazed manner, "Oh yes, the key is that I don't want to talk about it."

Jing Wan shook her head, she couldn't do anything with Mu Han.