Kindness as Fragile as Autumn Clouds

Shen Bitao and the monk fell together. Even someone as strong as the monk hadn't anticipated that the other party would release his grip without hesitation.

The monk naturally knew the name of the Defense Mobile Team, but he never imagined they were a group of madmen willing to sacrifice themselves to complete a mission.

Not only that, but Shen Bitao, while releasing his grip, even turned around to restrain the monk's arm, preventing him from using Flowing Cloud Flying Sleeve again.

"Are you fucking crazy!"

"Heh."

The two fell from the rooftop, crashing heavily onto the ground in the shocked gazes of the crowd.

"Descend! Quick! Descend to rescue them!"

Hearing Shen Bixin's shout, the pilot was just about to turn around when the client, who had failed to counter-kill the monk earlier, fearing a repeat of the previous danger, loudly stopped him:

"Don't listen to her! Take me away!"

The pilot glanced back, unsure what to do for a moment. Shen Bixin pulled out a gun and pressed it against the head of the suited client.

"I said descend! Now!"

The client was also frightened by Shen Bixin's actions.

"You, you're crazy! I'm the client!"

"I don't give a damn about you!"

Before Shen Bixin could finish speaking, her teammate E took advantage of her unpreparedness, pinned her gun down, and pressed her to the ground.

"Calm down, don't do anything stupid!"

Shen Bixin struggled to break free while shouting:

"Let me go! We have to go down and save him! Quick! It'll be too late if we're any slower!"

The others ignored Shen Bixin's shouts. After disarming her, they tied her up to prevent her from doing anything foolish.

Seeing Shen Bixin of Team C still struggling, teammate B grabbed Shen Bixin and said, word by word:

"Be realistic, he's not a Qi Practitioner. He can't survive a fall from that height. You should know that. What we need to do is not let his efforts be in vain. Escort the client back immediately!"

Seeing Shen Bixin still struggling, B had no choice but to inject a sedative into Shen Bixin.

The scene below the helicopter gradually blurred. Shen Bixin didn't know if it was because the sedative was taking effect, or if she could no longer hold back her tears.

Beneath the abandoned building, Shen Bitao, on the verge of death, coughed up large mouthfuls of blood. The monk had fallen not far from him and was now motionless.

Shen Bitao had heard his sister say that jumping from a building wasn't a pleasant way to die, that it would be very painful.

But only by experiencing it firsthand did he realize how indescribable it was. Because he had hit those partitions during the fall, Shen Bitao didn't die immediately, but he knew it was only a matter of time.

When did he start being tricked by the company into being a selfless hero?

Risking his life to save those pig-headed employers who were born into privilege? This wasn't heroism, it was more like being an idiot.

But the fact that he had gotten his sister out of danger was somewhat of a comfort to him.

Not everything is worth risking your life to protect, but this time he should have protected the right thing.

Vomit—cough cough—

The monk spat out several mouthfuls of blood, struggled to get up from the ground, looked up at the helicopter that he could never catch up to, and then looked back at Shen Bitao, who wasn't completely dead yet, and gritted his teeth:

"You really dared to do it."

He's not dead after all that?

Shen Bitao didn't have the strength to be surprised anymore. He could only watch as the monk picked up the gun on the ground and limped towards him.

"Losing your life for a job, what a pathetic tool."

Shen Bitao looked at the departing helicopter, as if he were looking at the stars in the sky, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, saying nothing.

Maybe he was before, but at least not today.

Sorry, Sis.

Bang—

When Shen Bixin regained consciousness, she was already in the company's medical room.

How she wished everything that had just happened was a nightmare, but reality is always cruel.

A supervisor, accompanied by two bodyguards, led Shen Bixin to the morgue. In the storage freezer was the body of her younger brother, Shen Bitao.

Although he had suffered severe injuries, he had not died from the fall. The fatal wound was the gunshot to the head.

As a medical professional, Shen Bixin knew very well that if the brain hadn't been damaged, perhaps current medical technology might have offered some hope. But now... "I'm very sorry, Ms. Shen. The company has dispatched armed personnel to conduct a second search of the scene. Only the remains of Team Member A were found. The monk's body was not found at the scene. However, the company has reported the case and issued a reward warrant.

We deeply regret the passing of your brother. The company and the client's compensation will be transferred to your account soon. The company will spare no effort to publicize and commemorate his heroic deeds."

Shen Bixin didn't bother listening to the supervisor's platitudes. Comfort and money were not precious things to them, but her brother was to her.

Without waiting for the supervisor to finish, Shen Bixin interrupted, "I want to know the information about the man in the suit and that monk."

"I will send you the information about the monk immediately, but you know, the company must protect client privacy. I cannot disclose the client's information."

Shen Bixin raised her hand and grabbed the supervisor's collar:

"My brother lost his life for that bastard, and I still don't know who he is?!"

The two bodyguards hurriedly stepped forward to stop Shen Bixin. The supervisor, having freed himself from her grasp, straightened his tie and said, "I understand your feelings very well. We also lost a good colleague, but the rules are the rules. It's not something I can just give you."

Knowing that she couldn't get any useful information from them, Shen Bixin suppressed her anger and said, "Give me the information about that damned monk first. Also, I want to take my brother's body."

"Of course. I've also applied for two weeks of leave for you. Take a good rest after taking care of your brother's affairs. You are a valuable medical professional to the company, so I'll remind you: that monk is a very strong Qi Practitioner. Don't do anything foolish."

Shen Bixin ignored the supervisor's reminder and lowered her head to wipe the bloodstains from Shen Bitao's body.

After returning, Shen Bixin did not bury or cremate her brother's body. Instead, she rented a cryogenic hibernation pod to preserve it.

As a medical professional, she understood better than anyone that this was futile, but at this moment, she simply didn't have the courage to put an end to her brother's life.

The whole process was a daze, because she only had one thing on her mind: how to kill that damned monk.

Through the information provided by the company, Shen Bixin learned that the monk's name was Tie Kuang Seng, nicknamed "Golden Body Tathagata," and he was originally a Qi Practitioner affiliated with another trading company. Through her own channels, Shen Bixin also confirmed that the person they had rescued that day was the major shareholder of that trading company, probably due to a dispute over the spoils.

The company did issue a reward warrant as they said, but the amount of the reward probably wouldn't attract any fools to kill a Core Formation Realm Qi Practitioner.

Shen Bixin had seen Tie Kuang Seng's skills and knew that even if she started spending money on cultivation now, it would be extremely difficult to catch up quickly.

After some deliberation, Shen Bixin decided to directly take out all her savings and issue a warrant on the black market, offering a reward for the head of Golden Body Tathagata Tie Kuang Seng.