Not long after Ling Yun and his daughter left, the first batch of the Dragon Group arrived. It was Lin Hao's squad. Looking at the corpses reduced to charcoal on the ground, they were all shocked.
"Xu Le, did you do all this?" Lin Hao asked in disbelief.
The two idiots threw their arms around each other's shoulders the moment they met. It was obvious they knew each other well.
"Who else could it be?" Xu Le quietly acted cool.
The other bodyguards thought inwardly, What a shameless fellow.
"Stop joking, Xu Le. Tell me what on earth happened, and are you all okay?" Lin Hao hurriedly asked.
"Oh, I don't know what happened either. Bolts of lightning fell from the sky and blasted them like this."
Xu Le recalled that scene, his heart fluttering with panic. He even thought that these lightning bolts might be related to that mysterious man. What protagonist was he? It was all bullshit.
"What on earth has been going on these past two days? Last night the Qin Family was attacked, and now it's the Qin family members again. How did this Qin Family provoke this group of stars of slaughter?" Lin Hao said speechlessly.
"I think the most likely possibility is that they're enemies of Long Xingtian and his father-in-law, Qin Tiansheng of the National Security Bureau," Xu Le pondered.
Hearing the name Long Xingtian, Lin Hao's eyes lit up. He was simply his die-hard fan.
Long Xingtian, twenty-seven years old, a member of the Jinling Dragon family, at the mid-stage of the Core Condensation Realm, and a Ren-character member of the Dragon Group, had killed the biological younger brother of the Bloody Mercenaries leader while executing a mission this year, making a sudden and explosive name for himself.
Beep, beep, beep...
"The ambulance is here. I have to go with Eldest Miss and the others. I'll leave this place to you to handle. Let's grab a drink tonight if you're free."
When they reached the hospital, Qin Xianglian and Qin Lan had also arrived. The professors and doctors performed all sorts of checks on Beibei, and the result was that she had no injuries at all. She was as healthy as could be.
How could this result be possible? Long Yanran clearly knew that Beibei had been shot. Why weren't there even any wounds? Everything was too shocking.
Xu Le standing nearby was also shocked to speechlessness. The figure of that mysterious man surfaced in his mind. What on earth had he done? Was he really a god?
"As long as she's fine." Qin Xianglian's eyes were still red.
"Sister, stop crying. Isn't Beibei completely fine?" Qin Lan patted her back to comfort her.
"Sister-in-law, I'm sorry. Beibei almost..." Long Yanran thought of Beibei covered in blood and losing her breath.
"Yanran, you don't need to blame yourself. The incidents were all aimed at us."
"Auntie, Auntie, don't cry, yo. Beibei is very well-behaved." Beibei comforted her from the side.
"Eldest Miss, regarding that mysterious man and the matter of Beibei getting shot, I suggest you not talk about it," Xu Le said earnestly, speaking close to Long Yanran's ear.
"Mhm, I'll keep this matter a secret."
"How is my great-granddaughter?" A rough voice resounded in the hospital. One could tell from the tone that it was extremely foul.
Why has Grandpa come? Qin Xianglian hugged Beibei and hurriedly walked over.
"Grandpa, Beibei is fine." As she spoke, Qin Xianglian put Beibei down on the ground and waved her hand, signaling her to run a couple of steps.
Seeing that his great-granddaughter was fine, Qin Gongming finally wore a smile on his face. He chuckled, picked Beibei up, and kissed her. "Did Beibei miss her great-grandfather?"
"Mhm, I missed you. Great-grandfather's beard pricked Beibei." As she spoke, she even went to tug on his beard.
It immediately elicited loud laughter from the crowd.
The scene shifted back to Ling Yun's side.
"Daddy, why was that older sister bleeding, and why were her clothes all dirty?" The little one was very curious.
"Of course not. All that blood belonged to that auntie next to her, oh."
Qianqian rubbed against Ling Yun's cheek again. "Mhm."
He carried Qianqian and wandered through several more food streets, though the food wasn't as delicious as what her daddy made.
Still, it was very tasty. At this moment, the little one said, "Daddy, how about we busk over there? You're responsible for singing, and I'm responsible for acting cute. We'll definitely make money."
With that, her eyes lit up as she pointed at a street singer off to the side.
"Qianqian, tell Daddy why we need to make money. We aren't short on money."
"Mhm, I... I... promised Mommy I'd use money from my own labor to buy her a gift, you see." The little one pouted and said.
"Since it's like this, then let's sing."
"Ooh yeah..."
Ling Yun put his daughter down and walked up to the street singer. "Big brother, business isn't going well, huh?"
"So-so!" The street singer looked at Ling Yun and said.
"I'll sing a couple of songs. The money we earn, how about a split of three and seven? I take seven and you take three."
The other party hesitated for a moment before nodding. He wouldn't turn down such a good thing; what if they really made money? You couldn't judge a book by its cover, a principle he had always understood.
"Qianqian, get ready to collect the money." Ling Yun smiled and called out.
The street singer had black lines all over his head. So arrogant?
Ling Yun picked up the guitar, gently plucked the strings, slowly strummed out a rhythm, and began to sing with deep emotion.
When you hold my hand tightly
And repeatedly say take care, take care
When you gaze deeply into my eyes
And repeatedly say don't see me off, don't see me off
When you step onto the platform of the farewell station
I finally call out and call out endlessly
Watching your train travel further and further away
My heart falls into complete and utter disarray...
At this moment, that emotion of Ling Yun's flashed wildly in his mind, making his singing of the pain of such farewells all the more profound.
There are a thousand words and ten thousand phrases yet too late to speak
My tears had long since overflowed and overflowed
From then on I became infatuated with that station
How many times I've stood there gazing foolishly
The scene of parting always repeats itself
You waved your hand until it was practically broken, broken
When will the train be able to bring you back
I wait here and yearn for you foolishly
*...*
"I dedicate this song, 'The Farewell Station', to you all. I hope you will cherish what is before your eyes."
The onlookers listening on the side also experienced the sorrow of parting within the singing. Many of them harbored some sentimental feelings about farewells; in modern society, people who could remain devoted from beginning to end were already very rare, especially in the metropolis.
The street singer listened in a daze, reluctant to snap back to reality for a long time. Qianqian, with that cute and silly look of hers, kept collecting money. A single song earned over two thousand, and the little one's face beamed happily as she kept right on going without stopping.
"Young man, you sang really well. Sing another one! This grandpa isn't going anywhere; I'm going to stay right here and reminisce about my youth," an elderly grandfather said.
"Handsome, sing another one."
"That's right, that's right!"
The crowd all chimed in.
"Since that grandpa has spoken of reminiscing about youth right here, then I'll sing a song about youth."
He strummed the guitar once more and slowly began to sing.
I still remember the spring of many years ago
At that time I hadn't yet cut my long hair
No credit card, no her
No home with twenty-four-hour hot water
Yet the me of back then was so happy
Though I only had a battered wooden guitar
On the street, under the bridge, in the fields
Singing those obscure ballads to no one in particular
If one day I am left with no one to rely on
Please leave me behind in those years gone by
*...*
"I dedicate this song, 'In Spring', to you all. I hope you can find back the things you've lost."
Everyone around burst into warm applause. Some even had eyes brimming with tears, and others took out their phones to record it. It was too wonderful—they had never heard anything like it.
Ling Yun put away his guitar. "Everyone, we'll sing here for today. Both my daughter and I are hungry." With that, he paid no mind to their expressions hoping for one more encore.
Little Qianqian's hands were practically sore from collecting money. Fortunately, the street singer snapped out of his daze and came over to help. After counting the money, it totaled over nine thousand.
Ling Yun gave three thousand to the street singer, exceeding three-tenths.
Little Qianqian had been hungry for a long time. When Ling Yun asked her if she wanted to eat restaurant food outside, she shook her head again, leaving him with no choice but to buy a bun to tide her over.
Ling Yun's efficiency in getting things done was quite fast; within half an hour, he had taken his daughter to buy the gift for her mother. The little one even bought a sleeping pillow for Lin Qiuyan.
During this period, Ling Yun also registered the copyrights for the two songs.
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