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With the help of an older man, Song Bunan carried the unconscious Xin Yi back home. The man did not speak to him during the journey, only asking in a deep voice how he had noticed something was wrong once they laid Xin Yi down.
"I have years of experience," Song Bunan replied as he invited the man into the living room. He rummaged through drawers until he found some tea left by his father and prepared it for the man. The aroma of the tea mixed with the steam helped to relax his tense nerves, giving him a moment to observe the man before him.
He looked like someone from his father's generation, with neatly combed gray hair and sun-kissed skin marked by various scars. His high cheekbones made his deep-set eyes appear even more striking. There was a resemblance to Xin Yi, both having an intimidating presence that could evoke fear. However, this man was more mature; time had etched numerous visible wrinkles on his face, which only added to his charm rather than detracting from his handsomeness.
How did I not notice there were so many attractive people in Mighty Falcon? Song Bunan's thoughts wandered far off before he managed to refocus on the man's question.
"You are quite different from the version Xin Yi described," the man said, gently blowing away the tea leaves floating on the surface, his tone neutral. "My name is Qin Xiang; I am... well, let's say I am Xin Yi's..."
"Old Father," Song Bunan interjected.
The man's brow furrowed slightly at his response, a hint of scrutiny in his gaze. Song Bunan lifted his cup and explained, "I've been to the Dark Chamber in Mighty Falcon Building and saw nearly all the records about Xin Yi. You brought him into this world and took care of him like a father would for his child. Although you are called 'boss,' your role is essentially that of a father. He trusts you deeply; in all the stories I've heard, I can always sense his admiration and faith in you. So yes, you are like a father to him."
Upon hearing this, the man raised an eyebrow but did not pursue what he meant further.
"I've also reviewed your battle records; you're quite formidable. In terms of achievements and statistics, you definitely surpass Xin Yi." This marked their first handshake after meeting, filled with friendliness.
Song Bunan felt shy about mentioning data but did not refute it, simply stating that he could no longer return to that time and that Xin Yi was currently stronger.
"And this incident is not just a coincidence," he told Qin Xiang. "The traitors within Mighty Falcon targeting Xin Yi and acting under his name is far too calculated to be mere chance." After discussing this matter, he turned to the man and asked, "Can you be trusted?"
The man smiled and nodded, swearing by his life that he would never harm Xin Yi. Song Bunan believed him and retrieved some information about Xin Yi that he had "acquired" from Mighty Falcon, handing it over as he said, "In the eyes of some higher-ups at Mighty Falcon, you are no different from merchandise. As a healthy young man without any underlying health issues, Xin Yi was an early target they had set their sights on. No one can refuse someone with such a perfect body."
The information came from the Dark Chamber of the Mighty Falcon Building, which Song Bunan had secretly taken out without informing Xin Yi, after all, it was a place he once considered "home."
"When we went to New Life Hospital, someone tried to take him from me. Of course, that person is dead now. But his colleagues, or rather, those from the laboratory, have not given up. Today’s success is thanks to my access to the building's overall surveillance. If we were outside, I think we would have already lost track of him."
The man's expression darkened after reading the information; anger burned in his deep brown eyes, and his tightly pressed lips expressed his dissatisfaction. After hearing his words, he exhaled forcefully, the veins on his arms bulging, clearly on the brink of fury.
"We suspected this possibility before our exit but found it absurd at the time and dismissed it. Who would have thought it was true?" The document was returned, and the man took a deep breath to suppress his displeasure. "It’s pathetic that the higher-ups at Mighty Falcon would collaborate with the laboratory and treat their own members as mobile storage bodies for those people. Should I be grateful that I was abandoned due to my age?"
His eyes, filled with emotions that pained Song Bunan, looked over. All he could do was put away the documents again and refill the man's teacup. Song Bunan shook his head and leaned back against the sofa, admitting he didn’t know either.
"To be honest, I don’t understand either. The last mission I received was to kill someone labeled as a 'bad guy' along with my team. The mission failed utterly; I was the only one who survived, and even then, I had a near-death experience. This mission was related to the laboratory; it failed because of betrayal from within."
"Yes, that incident with the Multi-City Alliance?" The man's gaze flickered, a hint of sadness passing through. Song Bunan nodded in affirmation. Upon receiving confirmation, the man suddenly raised his hand and patted Song Bunan's shoulder with a slightly trembling voice. "My son was there too; he just wasn't from Rongcheng."
This revelation hurt him more than seeing former teammates turn into monsters; tears welled up in his eyes, blurring his vision. Yet the man smiled; the forced smile made him look significantly older. He expressed happiness at seeing that a child from that team was still alive, as if it were his own child who had survived.
"And now you’re still with Xin Yi; that's good." The man sighed deeply, gathering all his emotions. "I may not be able to help with matters concerning the laboratory, but if you need me for anything, feel free to contact me anytime. Also, tell that foolish kid to be more careful and not to act without thinking so easily. I'm leaving."
Just as decisively as he had arrived, the man refused Song Bunan's offer to see him off and left swiftly. By the time he bent down to put on his shoes, he had already vanished from sight. Song Bunan stood at the door holding onto the contact information left by the man while steam still rose from the cup of tea.
He gazed at Xin Yi's sleeping face at the door and understood why he could never let go of his connections with those from Mighty Falcon; those who had accompanied him for decades were no longer just ordinary colleagues or teammates. For someone without a home like him, those people were family—willing to risk their lives for one another.
"Get some good rest; Shui Su and I plan to sleep before discussing anything else. I'm dead tired. Goodnight!"
As he saved the phone number, he noticed the message from Xiao Mei. By now, those who had gone to bed later than them should have already fallen into a deep sleep. Song Bunan felt that it was more respectful to comply with the situation, so he simply lay back down in bed, adjusting Xin Yi into a comfortable position to lean against. He closed his eyes and continued to rest peacefully.
There was no rush to ask them how they had returned in one piece.
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