Chapter 81

They drove back to Cloud Summit.

At Tang Tingzhi’s request, Tang Jingzhi and his assistants were taken back with them. Due to limited space in the car, they were all squeezed into the back seat.

Pelle regained consciousness after being unconscious for another half a day. There were no major injuries to her body. She had little recollection of what Tang Jingzhi had done to her during the experiments. On the other hand, Shen Changze showed no signs of waking up.

They arrived back at Cloud Summit on the evening of the second day.

Tang Tingzhi contacted the Chinese military, and Tiger Shark helped them establish a connection with the Moroccan government. This allowed the Chinese government personnel to enter Moroccan territory smoothly and bring Tang Tingzhi and Tang Jingzhi back.

They still needed to stay in Morocco for two more days, waiting for the arrival of the Chinese representatives and providing a reasonable explanation to the Moroccan government regarding their actions. Only then would this matter be considered resolved.

During these two days, Shan Ming lay in his room, recuperating from his injuries. He did not even step out of the door.

Shen Changze lay next to him, still unconscious.

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However, he knew that he couldn’t only be Shen Changze’s foster father. He was also a member of the Peregrine Falcon, Ayer’s brother, and Tiger Shark’s family.

In fact, he didn’t need Tiger Shark to give him time to think; he had already made up his mind.

Shan Ming reached into Shen Changze’s collar and took off his mercenary tag, exchanging it for his own.

Shan Ming gazed at the mercenary tag around his own neck, its name now changed to “SHEN,” feeling an indescribable sense of reluctance. He bent down and gently kissed Shen Changze’s forehead.

Two days later, the people sent by the Chinese government arrived.

Tang Tingzhi watched as they escorted Tang Jingzhi and his group onto the armored vehicles. After they all boarded, he turned his head and looked at Shan Ming.

Shan Ming didn’t show much emotion, just nodding slightly. “Take him away,” he said in a calm tone, as if he were returning a screwdriver he had borrowed from Tang Tingzhi.

Tang Tingzhi asked, “Are you sure?”

Shan Ming slightly turned his head, glancing at the room where Shen Changze was sleeping, then shifted his gaze to Tang Tingzhi. “Mn, take him away.”

No one from the Peregrine Falcon spoke; they all silently watched him.

Tang Tingzhi nodded to an officer, and the officer, accompanied by two soldiers, entered the room. After a while, they emerged carrying Shen Changze, and walked towards that vehicle step by step.

When they passed by him, a pang of heartache surged within him, and instinctively, he reached out and grabbed Shen Changze’s arm.

The soldier carrying Shen Changze on his back halted in his tracks and looked at Tang Tingzhi with a questioning gaze.

With a firm grip on the child’s arm, Shan Ming found himself in a daze, he couldn’t quite comprehend how did this once chubby and tender arm become so strong? How did that little baby who used to stumble and fall when running become so grown up, so quickly? It felt as if ten years had passed like a dream, and now, in the blink of an eye, the dream was ending, and they had to part ways. How could it be like this?

Every scene of Shen Changze’s growth flashed before Shan Ming’s eyes—the first time he fearfully called him “Dad,” snuggling up to him while sleeping, clinging to his neck and acting spoiled, proudly presenting his accomplishments after completing a mission, tiptoeing to wash his clothes, standing guard in front of him and vowing to protect him, and even saying “I love you.” Each scene pierced directly into his heart, making his eyes burn. This bitter feeling left him utterly at a loss.

He had never felt more acutely aware of what it truly meant to have someone in this world call him “Dad” than at this moment. It meant caring deeply, it meant reluctance, and it meant an overwhelming bond of emotions.

For a long time, he couldn’t understand why Lin Qiang, who had been cold and ruthless, chose to go down with that Dragon Blood Kin. After all, he could have run away.

Now he understood.

After parting, will they still get to see each other again?

He wondered how long he would live. Perhaps this could be their final farewell. Maybe even on the day he dies, whenever it may be, he would never have the chance to see this child again.

He was just feeling a bit reluctant, really just a bit. Reluctant to let go of that voice calling him “Dad.” He didn’t know if in this lifetime he would ever see that child looking at him with admiration or hear the word “Dad” called out by him once again.

Shan Ming he gritted his teeth, released his grip, and said tremblingly, “Go.”

They still have to part in the end.

Tang Tingzhi and his team left, leaving without a trace, as if they had never been there, as if Shen Changze had never existed.

Shan Ming felt as though he had just awakened from a long dream, a dream that lasted for ten years.

Ayer walked up to his side and pressed Shan Ming’s head against his own shoulder.

Shan Ming remained motionless. He had no tears, and no words. He simply closed his eyes silently.

The Peregrine Falcons returned to Colombia the next day.

Shan Ming spent money to acquire some intelligence on the disappearance of Lawrence Roddy. The informant provided a response after one week, stating that Roddy had been murdered in Morocco and never returned to France. As for who killed him, it could have been Nessis, Roddy’s brother, or the result of stray bullets during the chaos. In any case, they had found Roddy’s bullet-ridden body in the debris. The informant also provided a set of photographs showing the disfigured state of Roddy’s body after being struck.

After a quick glance, Shan Ming threw the photographs into the trash bin.

From then on, nobody mentioned Shen Changze in front of Shan Ming again.

Their lives remained unchanged. They continued to take on jobs, carry out missions, and live on the edge of death. They gambled, drank, visited prostitutes, and lived a carefree existence with no thought for tomorrow. It was as if that handsome and talented Chinese boy had never been a part of their lives.

It’s just, Shan Ming always couldn’t help but look at the mercenary tag stuck to his chest.

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translator says:
time skip incoming!! see u tomorrow ;v;