Chapter 57: The Hungry Wolf Mercenary Group

After a while, Chen Xian withdrew his hand and said, “Officer Fang, it’s done.”

He looked at Fang Jing’s smooth, flawless forehead, feeling very satisfied. Only thus could such beauty, a gift from heaven, be truly honored.

Hearing this, Fang Jing’s pretty face was alight with joy. After all, what woman does not love to be beautiful?

“Master Chen, I owe my life to you this time. Words cannot express my gratitude, but I will remember your kindness for as long as I live!” Fang Jing gazed earnestly at the young man with the close-cropped hair. “And please, don’t call me Officer Fang anymore. Just call me Fang Jing—or, if you like, Xiao Jing.”

Chen Xian’s lips curved in a faint smile. “Very well, Fang Jing. Then you shouldn’t call me Master Chen anymore, either. Just call me Chen Xian.”

Fang Jing nodded in agreement.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The atmosphere grew subtly charged, a hint of something unspoken between them.

Chen Xian glanced at the unconscious bandits. Since the matter was now resolved, he turned to Fang Jing and bid her farewell.

“Fang Jing, these robbers won’t wake up until at least noon tomorrow. You should call the police and let them come clear things up. I’ll take my leave now.”

“All right, Chen Xian,” Fang Jing replied without protest.

Chen Xian paused, remembering one more thing. He turned back to face her, preparing to use the memory seal technique and erase her recollection of tonight’s events concerning him.

Fang Jing, unsettled by his penetrating gaze, quickly guessed his intention and spoke up. “Chen… Chen Xian, you—”

“It’s nothing,” he said calmly. “I just want you to forget certain things. I don’t want my family or friends to get involved.”

“Don’t worry. I won’t tell a soul about tonight. I swear it,” Fang Jing answered quickly. “Besides, I want to remember this night forever. It will always be one of my most beautiful memories.”

Her cheeks flushed crimson as she finished speaking. Tonight, Chen Xian was her unrivaled hero—how could she bear to forget him?

As for his ability to erase memories, she harbored no doubt. The title of “Master” was not given lightly, and their powers surpassed ordinary imagination.

Hearing her words, Chen Xian stopped and his star-bright eyes glimmered as he studied her, as if trying to see into her very soul.

Suppressing her shyness and unease, Fang Jing lifted her head and met his gaze with unwavering sincerity and honesty.

After a long moment, Chen Xian’s lips curved gently. “I believe you.”

With that, he turned and strode down the mountain, leaving behind a lean yet imposing figure.

Fang Jing stood there, momentarily dazed.

Coming to her senses, she collected the robbers’ guns and phones, retrieved her own phone, powered it back on, and called the police to report the situation.

As expected, within an hour or two, a large contingent of officers would arrive.

No sooner had she hung up than her phone rang again—a call from an unfamiliar international number.

She didn’t need to guess; it was surely the accomplices of these robbers. She answered.

“Hello? Tiger, where are you?” The voice on the other end was deep, hoarse, that of a middle-aged man.

Fang Jing replied coldly, “Your men have all been apprehended by the Federal Police of Hualong. They will be tried by the law. I advise you to surrender to Interpol at once.”

On the other end of the line, within the borders of Country T, amidst a range of mountains, there was a fortress-like military stronghold. Helicopters and tanks stood by, heavy machine guns and artillery guarded the entrance, and squads of fully equipped soldiers patrolled with vigilance.

This was the headquarters of the Hungry Wolf Mercenary Group.

Inside a grand hall dedicated to the Buddha, a sharp-featured, hawk-eyed man gripped his phone, his hand trembling and his expression dark as night. Gritting his teeth, he snarled, “If your Hualong Federation Police so much as harm a hair on my brother’s head, I’ll bring men to blow up your—”

But before he could finish, the call was cut off. The only sound in his ear was the dead tone.

With a furious crash, he smashed his phone to pieces, veins bulging on his forehead, his face flushed as if he were a lion driven mad with rage.

The captured fair-skinned man was his brother, Li Hu.

This hawk-eyed man was Li Xiong, leader of the Hungry Wolf Mercenaries.

“Xiong, was Hu captured?” asked a bald monk meditating before a Buddha statue. Suddenly, he opened his single eye, a ghostly light flashing within. The air in the hall seemed to darken and the temperature drop as he looked at Li Xiong.

“Yes. For the sake of raising funds for us, Hu went into H State of the Hualong Federation to traffic drugs and… ended up robbing a bank. Now those damn police have caught him!”

“Hu is a master of the Inner Force, fully accomplished, and had plenty of weapons, ammunition, and a helicopter for escape. There’s no way simple police officers could have taken him—unless the Hualong Federation Army got involved.”

“…”

At last, the bald monk rose to his feet, an aura as formidable as a mountain radiating from him. “Don’t worry, Xiong. Leave rescuing your brother to me.”

…

An hour and a half later, a large number of police officers arrived at the mountaintop where Fang Jing waited. They took the four robbers and the one who had died, along with all the cash.

On the way back to the police station, Fang Jing’s mind was filled with the image of that lean, sunny young man with the close-cropped hair. She could not shake him from her thoughts…

At that moment, Chen Xian was riding in a taxi, heading toward H City.

Originally, Zhang Xin had asked to meet him at 5:30 for dinner, but the pursuit of the robbers had delayed him, and he had missed their appointment.

At around four in the afternoon, Chen Xian had texted Zhang Xin to explain that he wouldn’t be able to make it, promising to invite her to dinner the following evening instead.

Now, Chen Xian sat in the cab, staring at his phone, lost in thought.

On the screen was a photo: a young man with close-cropped hair clinging to the roof of a speeding SUV, smashing its windshield with a single punch.

The caption read: “A Hero Among the People—Brave Young Man Captures Robbers…”

The man in the photo was none other than Chen Xian himself.

In just a few hours, the story had already been viewed over 200,000 times, with thousands of comments and tens of thousands of likes.

“This guy is so handsome!”

…

Chen Xian had no idea when someone had secretly taken that photo. He silently berated himself for his carelessness.

“If those robbers’ accomplices see this news, it could be disastrous!” he thought.

He did not fear their revenge against him—but if they targeted his family or friends…

Imagining the worst, Chen Xian immediately took out his phone and called Ma Tian.