Chapter 141

Almost in the blink of an eye, Shen Yao had already reached him. His sharp claws were aimed directly at Shan Ming’s neck.

Shan Ming grabbed the Shock Particle Laser Dagger and thrust it toward Shen Yao’s palm, attempting to strike him. At the same time, he used his arm to shield his neck.

Shen Yao’s nails grazed the dagger, creating a jarring sound of metal friction. Blood trickled from his injured fingertips and dissipated into the air. Time seemed to freeze for a moment as Shan Ming watched the droplets of blood drift before his eyes. Then, Shen Yao’s wrist collided with his arm, and with a swift twist of his wrist, the sharp claws continued their path toward Shan Ming’s neck.

Shan Ming’s eyes widened in shock as he felt an intense pain in his neck. Despite his arm’s attempt to block the attack, the claw managed to pierce through his flesh, penetrating his neck.

In the following second, Shen Yao was forcefully pushed away by Shen Changze. The two of them collided, crashing and tumbling for over ten meters, stirring up a cloud of dust.

Shan Ming dropped to his knees with a thud, clutching his neck with his hand. The warm blood instantly stained his entire palm red. He gasped for breath, relieved that his windpipe and arteries were unharmed, allowing him to continue breathing. With trembling fingers, he touched the three bloody gashes on his neck. The deepest part felt at least three to four centimeters deep and five to six centimeters long. Fortunately, the wound near his windpipe only received a glancing blow, resulting in a superficial scrape on the surface, but blood still flowed profusely.

Zhao Qingling swiftly rushed over and forcefully opened his backpack, searching for the blood clotting spray. She quickly sprayed it onto the wound, and it quickly began to take effect. Shan Ming continued to struggle for breath, as if breathing was the most precious thing to him at the moment.

Zhao Qingling threw the bandage in front of him and said, “Take care of it yourself.”

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Shen Yao reset his dislocated arm with a clack while the wound on his arm continued to bleed. Shen Changze and Zhao Qingling weren’t any better. Each of them was covered in wounds. It was heartbreaking to see a family of three turned against each other like this. The turmoil in their hearts was indescribable.

Shan Ming swiftly finished assembling his rifle, loaded it with armor-piercing rounds, and took aim at Shen Yao.

Shen Yao glared at him fiercely and then lunged at Shen Changze once again.

The three of them moved with such speed that Shan Ming couldn’t aim properly. He remained still, patiently waiting for the right moment to strike.

The basement door swung open with a loud bang, and Ayer rushed in, covered in blood. Following closely behind were Vulture and Oriole, each of them bearing varying degrees of injuries. But Shan Ming knew that in this battle, they had emerged victorious.

As the tide turned against him, a look of unwillingness and resentment filled Shen Yao’s face. He shook off Shen Changze and rushed towards the door.

Ayer and Vulture flew in to intercept him, but Shen Yao forcefully knocked them down to the ground. In a flash, Shen Yao vanished through the doorway.

Shan Ming leaped up and fiercely chased after him. He couldn’t let Shen Yao escape; he couldn’t allow Shen Yao any more chances to harm Shen Changze.

Shen Changze and Zhao Qingling also ran toward the doorway. When Shan Ming reached the door, Shen Changze grabbed his arm and said, “You stay here!”

Shan Ming shook off his arm and said, “No time for this, hurry up and chase him.”

The group chased after him, but they encountered resistance from a few remaining Dragon Blood Kins at the doorway. Shan Ming used the butt of his gun to smash away a dragon claw that was about to strike his face, but he was then knocked into the wall by another Dragon Blood Kin. His head hit the corner of the wall, and he felt his vision darken as he slowly sat down on the ground, his body not responding as it should.

Ayer rushed over and picked him up, bringing him to Tang Ting’s side. Shan Ming desperately shook his head, trying to clear his mind, but it only worsened the pain in his neck, causing blood to flow out from the wound again.

Tang Ting used both hands to hold his head still, then stared into his eyes and one word at a time, “Don’t move.” Then he shifted his gaze to Shan Ming’s neck, furrowing his brow.

Shan Ming realized that there was nothing he could do by going after them at this moment. He sighed and quietly sat down, allowing Tang Ting to tend to his wound.

Due to excessive blood loss, Shan Ming unknowingly drifted off to sleep.

When Shan Ming woke up, it was already two days later. These past few days, he had been through a series of injuries, blood loss, and physical exhaustion. He was so thoroughly exhausted that once he fell asleep, he slept like a log.

When he woke up, only Ayer was by his side. He opened his mouth, feeling dry and sore in his throat.

Ayer poured him a glass of water. After he swallowed it, he quickly asked, “How did it go?”

Ayer’s wounds appeared to be healed. He smiled wearily and said, “Shen Yao has been captured. We lost quite a few people this time, but the mission is still accomplished.”

Shan Ming was stunned, feeling suddenly unable to adapt. Shen Yao, who had tormented them for so long, had finally been defeated. Does this mean that from now on, Shen Changze be able to live peacefully?

“How will he be dealt with?”

“Tang Tingzhi and Shen Changze took him back to Beijing. Zhao Qingling went along as well, but she didn’t return to the base. Tang Tingzhi negotiated with the higher-ups and temporarily confined Shen Yao in a military district. As for how to deal with him, there is currently no final conclusion.”

Shan Ming let out a long sigh of relief, instantly feeling a sense of liberation. The heavy burden that had been weighing on his heart was lifted, and he had never felt his breathing so smooth before.

“Are we still in Tunisia?”

“Yeah, many people are injured and it’s not convenient to move. We’ll stay in Tunisia for a while and wait for Tang Tingzhi to come pick us up,” Ayer explained. He took a bite of an apple and then remembered Shan Ming, offering him half of the apple. “Want?”

Shan Ming turned away, staring thoughtfully at the ceiling, lost in his own thoughts. It was unclear what he was thinking about.

Ayer ruffled his hair and said, “It feels like everything has suddenly come to an end. It feels too unreal… Damn, I can’t help but feel that Shen Yao got off too easy.”

Shan Ming understood, both he and Ayer wanted to avenge the Peregrine Falcon and all their fallen comrades. However, Shen Yao’s fate wasn’t one that any single individual could decide. At least witnessing Shen Yao’s defeat gave them a sense of satisfaction.

That’s right, everything came to an end so suddenly.

In a little over a year, they had tirelessly fought across different parts of the world, engaging in numerous battles against Shen Yao. They had lost many things that could never be regained, and even with Shen Yao’s death, it wouldn’t change much.

Now that the reason that sustained their fight no longer exists, what should they do next?

Many retired members of the Peregrine Falcon had found their own lives. Shan Ming asked himself, what should he do next?

Shan Ming asked, “Ayer, what are your plans for the future?”

“Me? I still need to stay in China, continue to learn to control myself and strengthen myself. Otherwise, wouldn’t I be unable to have sex for the rest of my life?”

Shan Ming nodded. Ayer would need at least another two years to fully adapt to his new identity. Perhaps after those two years, he wouldn’t even want to leave.

So what about himself?

Ayer asked, “What about your plans? You gonna take your son home and retire?”

Thinking of Shen Changze’s youthful face full of strong desires for control, Shan Ming’s heart was filled with confusion.

A stupid and fussy emotion like confusion had actually started to haunt him. When did it all begin? When did he start to make decisions filled with hesitation? Who or what was hindering him? Where had the previous Shan Ming gone?

Shan Ming closed his eyes, his mind a tangled mess.