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"With a face like that, how about a cameo in our production?"
"Playing a corpse?"
"Haha! No way!" Lin Lang laughed for a while before continuing, "Ah, it's really good to be alive, sister. Thank you for being here. In this lifetime, your brother will always follow your lead!"
Lin Lang was a passionate and proud person. His background, education, abilities, and appearance were all sources of pride for him. With a high IQ and even higher emotional intelligence, countless women admired him. However, he maintained clear boundaries with classmates, friends, colleagues, and fans; he was careful with his relationships and never made promises lightly.
But today was the first time he met Yan Kongyue, and he felt an inexplicable closeness to her—not the kind that stemmed from physical attraction, but more like family. This feeling made him comfortable and willing to draw near.
Earlier, with Father present, Lin Lang hadn’t dared to speak the truth. He knew what it felt like to have life stripped away from the body; the pain of being torn apart inch by inch was something he didn’t want to recall.
"Just a small matter; no need to dwell on it!" Yan Kongyue smiled. She understood what Lin Lang had gone through and recognized that his ability to joke around now wasn't just about his resilience but also his deep concern for family.
As night fell and silence enveloped the world outside, a soft moonlight streamed through the hospital room window. Yan Kongyue sat on the sofa with her eyes closed, pretending to doze off.
Lin Lang lay on the bed pretending to sleep as well, but at some point, he actually drifted off.
A semi-transparent figure floated through the wall and hovered beside Yan Kongyue.
"Boss, they’ve arrived! They took the elevator up and are now climbing the stairs."
Yan Kongyue nodded. "Lead the bodyguards at the door away!"
"Got it!" He Bin had been cooped up in the bottle and was eager for this opportunity; he quickly dashed out.
Before long, the bodyguards at the door left, followed by faint footsteps echoing in the corridor.
Yan Kongyue smirked mischievously. "Looks like they’re really in a hurry!"
"They're here?" Lin Lang rubbed his eyes and asked.
"Go back to sleep!"
"Oh!" He adjusted his position and continued to pretend to sleep.
Yan Kongyue waved her hand, creating a small opening in the door. The footsteps outside grew clearer until with a creak, the door swung open, revealing a shadowy figure stepping inside.
The room's lights flickered on instantly, illuminating a man wearing a baseball cap and black shirt with jeans who stood there looking bewildered at the girl on the sofa smiling at him—though her smile was somewhat unsettling.
Lin Lang turned over and sat up as well.
In an instant, Yan Kongyue flashed forward directly in front of the intruder. The man tried to run, but his feet felt as if they were nailed to the ground; he couldn’t move an inch.
In the next moment, Yan Kongyue's fist, engulfed in a fiery heat, smashed into the man's face.
Ah!!!
The sudden blow caught the man off guard; he couldn't even dodge in time and took the punch head-on, feeling as if his very soul was being knocked out of his body.
Whoa! Lin Lang instinctively recoiled in shock.
The man tried to cover his face, but as soon as his hand touched his skin, he was burned and had to painfully gaze at the girl before him. In his eyes, her beautiful face now resembled a vengeful spirit from hell.
It took a moment for the man's senses to return after that blow.
Hmph! Yan Kongyue had gotten what she wanted and was too lazy to say anything more. She simply took out her phone and sent a message to Lin Zhuo.
A minute later, Lin Zhuo and Lin Lie walked in with a few others.
A faint burnt smell lingered in the room, causing everyone to furrow their brows. But when they saw the man's face, Lin Feng's interest was instantly piqued.
Wow, is this from the True Fire of Samadhi? Lin Feng had been brought back from the military by Lin Jingyang.
Only then did Lin Zhuo notice that beneath the man's charred skin, there were still flickering embers of red fire.
This fire is far more powerful than the True Fire of Samadhi! Yan Kongyue snapped her fingers, and with a loud thud, the man collapsed.
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