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I took a deep breath, suppressing the unease surging within me, and asked as calmly as I could, "What do you want us to do?"
There was silence on the other end for a few seconds, then a light laugh came through. "Miss Guo, you are quite straightforward. We will arrange for someone to pick you up; we can discuss the details when we meet."
Before I could ask anything else, the call was abruptly ended. I held my phone tightly, my palms sweaty. Joining a mysterious organization sounded like an adventure, but in order to find Bai Wei and resolve the current crisis, I had no choice.
Du Ming had also uncovered some clues that seemed to point in the same direction—a mysterious organization hidden within urban legends.
Three days later, a black sedan stopped in front of the temple. Du Ming and I got into the car, heading into the unknown. The vehicle finally halted in front of a towering skyscraper, and we were taken to a luxurious office on the top floor.
"Welcome, both of you. I am the head of the 'Nightingale' organization; you can call me K." A man wearing gold-rimmed glasses and exuding an elegant demeanor sat behind the desk, smiling at us.
K presented us with intelligence that the 'Nightingale' organization had gathered. It turned out we had been manipulated by a large and secretive force all along; they were trying to disrupt the current order through various means, and Bai Wei was a part of their plan.
"Your enemies are powerful and cunning," K said seriously. "But please believe that 'Nightingale' will be your strongest support."
After joining 'Nightingale,' we underwent rigorous training to learn how to handle various emergencies and how to deal with those hidden in the shadows. I initially thought that with my medical skills and Du Ming's abilities, we would quickly find Bai Wei and resolve our crisis. However, reality proved far more brutal than I had imagined.
With every step forward, we encountered increasingly perilous traps, as if caught in a meticulously woven net—struggling only tightened our bonds further. Even more frightening was that it seemed there was unrest within 'Nightingale'; some harbored resentment towards our joining and even secretly tried to sabotage us.
Anxiety, doubt, fear… various negative emotions surrounded me. I felt like a trapped beast struggling desperately in an abyss of despair. My unease soon became reality. One night, I inadvertently overheard two 'Nightingale' members discussing Du Ming's background with hostility.
"The Du Family is not to be trifled with; who knows what their true intentions are?"
"Exactly! Letting such people join us is like inviting wolves into our home!"
I hid in a corner, my heart racing. It turned out that the reputation of the Du Family had sunk so low that even an organization like 'Nightingale' viewed them with suspicion. My worst fears had come true; 'Nightingale' was not united after all. We were like ants thrown into boiling oil, at risk of being devoured at any moment.
To make matters worse, Du Ming's uncle somehow learned about our joining 'Nightingale.' He began acting secretly to try to destroy us completely.
"Du Ming, be careful of your uncle; he has started to suspect you," I warned him gravely.
Du Ming's face darkened ominously as he clenched his fists, dangerous light flickering in his eyes. "I know; he has always seen me as a thorn in his side and won't let this go easily."
"What should we do?" I felt powerless, as if an invisible hand was choking me.
Du Ming took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. "We'll face whatever comes our way. I'll make him realize that opposing me is the most foolish decision he has ever made."
I looked at Du Ming's resolute profile, feeling a mix of emotions within me. I knew a storm was approaching, and we had nowhere left to retreat.
The air was thick with the scent of blood; my vision blurred before me. I was injured—severely so—and it was my first real encounter with the threat of death. My hand trembled as I reached for the gaping wound but was suddenly pushed away by Du Ming.
"Don't move!" His voice was hoarse, filled with suppressed anger and fear.
I collapsed weakly into his arms, feeling my life force ebbing away with each drop of blood lost. I struggled to see his face but could only make out his tense jawline and bloodshot eyes.
"Who is it? Who hurt you?" he asked through clenched teeth, his tone as cold as a messenger from hell.
I weakly shook my head, the world before me beginning to fade into darkness. My medical skills, the ones I took pride in, seemed to lose their effectiveness at this moment. Despair washed over me as I closed my eyes; was I really going to die here?
"No, you won't die!" Du Ming's voice exploded in my ear as he picked me up and rushed madly toward the headquarters of Nightingale.
"Get out of the way! Get out of the way!" he shouted, pushing aside everything that blocked his path.
I saw the leader of Nightingale appear before us, a look of surprise and displeasure on his face.
"Du Ming, what are you doing?"
"Save her! I want you to save her!" Du Ming's voice was filled with an undeniable command.
The leader of Nightingale frowned and coldly replied, "We have our rules; you can't..."
Before he could finish his sentence, Du Ming knocked him to the ground with a punch.
"I'll say it again: save her!" Du Ming's voice was icy and resolute, a mad light flickering in his eyes. "Otherwise, I'll make sure all of you go down with her!"
I saw a flicker of fear in the leader of Nightingale's eyes as he waved his hand, signaling his subordinates to carry me away.
I was taken to a secret chamber where the top physician of Nightingale treated me. However, my injuries were too severe; they were at a loss for what to do.
Just when I was about to give up hope, I suddenly remembered something. When I was very young, my grandfather had shown me an ancient book that contained a secret formula capable of bringing someone back to life.
This formula required a rare medicinal herb, and the process of refining it was extremely dangerous; one misstep could ruin everything.
I told this formula to Du Ming, and after hearing it, a glimmer of hope ignited in his eyes.
"Tell me, what do you need?" he asked me firmly.
I took a deep breath and spoke the name of the herb.
"Dragon's Spittle Grass..."
Du Ming's expression instantly turned serious.
"I know where to find it," he said, "but it's very dangerous there..."
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