Chapter 468 - 468 454 Beautiful Military Doctor (3)_1

Chapter 468: 454, Beautiful Military Doctor (3)_1 Chapter 468: 454, Beautiful Military Doctor (3)_1 “Let’s go.” Quan Yimo retracts his gaze and says in a deep voice.

The old inn exudes a strong European-style decor. The furnishings inside are quite simple, a large table, a few chairs, it’s all clear at a glance.

“We just arrived here the day before yesterday. The owners of the inn are an old couple. We exchanged some food and clothes with them, and they agreed to lend us the inn temporarily. Our men are arranged at the third and fourth floors, while the first and second floors are left to the special operations team from M Country,” a man explains.

The targets of this operation not only include Chinese, but also the biggest drug dealer who is from M Country, which is why the special operations team from M Country was also sent. The instruction from up top is to cooperate with M Country’s special operations team to eliminate a few drug dealers and destroy their plans.

“When will the people from M Country arrive?” Quan Yimo asks.

“Boss, we have contacted them; they should arrive in the afternoon,” says a member of the Falcon Team.

“Now you all put down your luggage and take a rest. When the people from M Country arrive, we gather for a meeting,” Quan Yimo orders.

“Yes!”

“By the way, captain, the military doctor assigned to us this time has also arrived,” the man says with a strange expression on his face.

Quan Yimo’s face turns cold, “Who?”

“It’s me.”

A crisp voice comes from upstairs.

Everyone looks in the direction of the sound. The woman’s beautiful face catches everyone’s eye. The members of the Falcon Team are all familiar with the owner of this face.

Zhan Mingyan, General Zhan’s granddaughter, who prefers military uniforms to makeup, is a renowned tomboy in the troops. As a military doctor, she has made many achievements.

Quan Yimo sees the woman suddenly appearing here and his eyes darken.

Why is she here?

Zhan Mingyan comes downstairs slowly. Dressed in a camouflage uniform, she exudes an aura of valor. Her shoulder-length hair is casually tied at the back, making her look neat and tidy.

Her gaze casually brushes past the man in black. Her eyes are quickly filled with a flash of delight.

“Yimo, long time no see,” she walks over to Quan Yimo and greets him with a smile.

“How did you get here? I don’t recall seeing your name on the list of military doctors for this operation,”Quan Yimo asks, frowning.

Zhan Mingyan flashes a wide grin that reveals her white teeth, “I specifically applied to come and fight alongside you guys. No need to be too moved.”

“You don’t need to. You should go back,” Quan Yimo replies expressionlessly.

“No, I’m staying here,” Zhan Mingyan insists.

Upon hearing that ‘he’ was coming, she begged her grandfather for a long time before he agreed to let her come here. She had come all the way here and she definitely didn’t want to be sent back.

“This isn’t Beijing. The danger here is higher than any other place you’ve been before. Think it over. If you insist on staying, you have to bear the consequences,” Quan Yimo warns.

Zhan Mingyan raises three fingers, promising, “I understand all of that. I don’t need you guys to protect me. I can protect myself.”

Quan Yimo glances at her but doesn’t try to persuade her further.

If it weren’t for the sake of General Zhan, he wouldn’t have bothered to say so much.

Seeing that he isn’t chasing her away, Zhan Mingyan feels relieved.

Her gaze shifts past him to the man who has been silent all this while. His explosive physique is wrapped in a black casual suit. Following up the long legs, the man’s cool face is enchanting, and those deep purple eyes are irresistible.

She wonders that if it weren’t for him, perhaps she wouldn’t have chosen the military path, but would have been pampered in the greenhouse like the ladies from aristocratic families in Beijing.

She takes two steps forward, and the closer she gets to him, the faster her heart beats.

“Hello, Mr. Jing!”

She greets him cheerfully, her affection hidden underneath her bright eyes, leaving only admiration.

Quan Jingwu lowers his head and looks at his mobile phone, nodding in response without raising his head.

His indifferent attitude is like a bucket of cold water pouring over her, and a sense of loss arises in Zhan Mingyan’s heart.

She can’t help but recall the news she heard in Beijing: the cold-hearted King Yama Quan Jingwu is openly displaying his affection, holding a woman in his hand, spoiling and protecting her, and even spending a fortune without blinking for her.

Has he really settled on that woman?

There’s no signal on the phone, causing Quan Jingwu’s brows to furrow. “Qiao Yu, fix this.”

Qiao Yu instinctively looks up and sees a mobile phone being thrown at him. He quickly reaches out to catch it.

“Phew––”

That was terrifying.

Couldn’t he have given a heads up before throwing things?

“Boss, this island probably has signal issues due to its geographical location. The signal is intermittent. If we want to communicate smoothly with the outside world, I’m afraid it will be a bit difficult,” says Qiao Yu, holding the mobile phone and speaking helplessly.

There’s nothing he can do about the signal problem. After all, it’s not a human issue, but a geographical one.

Quan Jingwu’s frown deepens, he takes back his phone and heads upstairs.

Zhan Mingyan watches as he never looks at her once the whole time, and the sense of loss in her heart deepens.

Does she really lack presence that much?

“Hurry up and bring the boss’s luggage upstairs to avoid being affected by the boss’s lovesickness later,” Fu Heng pushes Qiao Yu and says.

With the bad signal, the boss can’t call his wife. This is simply challenging his limits.

Qiao Yu immediately agrees with him, and moves the luggage upstairs.

Due to the limited number of rooms in the inn, most people have to share two or three to a room. As Zhan Mingyan is a girl, she gets a room to herself. Also, Quan Jingwu has a room to himself. Even though Quan Yimo is his family, he can’t handle his coldness.

In the room, Quan Jingwu can’t get a call through and he feels irritated.

Thinking of the voice message that he forced someone to record for him before leaving, a faint smile floats on his thin lips. He taps the screen lightly.

The next second, a woman’s soft and moist voice comes from the phone––

Xiaojing, I miss you so much, come back and hold me soon!

He chuckles, his eyes carrying a hint of amusement. He taps play again and again.

In the afternoon, the special operations team from M Country also arrives.

Both parties gather downstairs, making a total of about thirty people.

“Abel, it’s been two years since we last met,” Quan Yimo says, fist bumping with a blond, buzz-cut man, revealing a rare smile.

Abel laughs heartily, speaking in somewhat broken Chinese, “Lieutenant Quan, long time no see. Who is that?”

His eyes move to the man sitting at the head of the table, curiosity flashing in his eyes.

This man in black looks familiar.

“That’s the commander of this operation, Quan Jingwu,” Quan Yimo introduces.

At this, Abel shows a stunned look on his face. He thought that this mission was going to be a cooperation between Quan Yimo and him as usual, not expecting that the commander sent by China was another person.

Quan Jingwu… that name sounds familiar.