Chapter 901 - Decapitation Strike
Chapter 901: Decapitation Strike
This was an oath sworn upon a ‘military uniform’ as its cornerstone. He made her a promise that he will definitely return and openly retrieve the uniform that belonged to him and the shoulder mark representing his rank in the military.
He also promised Ye Jian1 that his identity will never be changed. Countries fall without defenses, people dread without soldiers, he was the defense, and also a soldier, so how can he so easily give up on his identity!
Loosening his grip, Xia Jinyuan2 smiled: “You helped wash my clothes, so I’ll also wash yours, but I’m not too certain I’ll be able to wash those bloodstains out.”
“It’s not likely to get washed out, I’m thinking of returning to school and see if I can get a new one, or buy another one.” He won’t carelessly make promises, and since he just made one, that meant he would fulfill it no matter what. She believed that he would be able to fulfill it. Ye Jian’s lips arched upwards, “Bloodstains are the hardest to wash out, but, if you can wash it out, then that’s best.”
“I’ll do my best at washing it clean.” This was his first time washing someone else’s clothes, and he’s going to wash his future girlfriend’s school uniform. No matter what, he’ll definitely have to show excellent performance.
Making Xia Jinyuan wash her clothes… Ye Jian pondered for a moment and thought… That sounds interesting.
He didn’t start washing her clothes immediately. Instead, he soaked it in water, after he was done washing up, Xia Jinyuan sat down beside Ye Jian to have breakfast.
Ye Jian, who had unraveled the whole event, once again landed her gaze on the still turned on television. The 9 o’clock news had started some time ago.
But they’re still broadcasting national news, and the international news wasn’t broadcasted so far.
After his breakfast, Xia Jinyuan accompanied Ye Jian as she watched the national news for a little while, then he rose up and headed to the washroom. He had finally gained the chance to wash the clothes of his future girlfriend; he’ll definitely have to see it through to the end. After soaking it for ten minutes, he can start washing it!
After scrubbing it vigorously, Xia Jinyuan peeked at the rusty red stain on the uniform. After rinsing it in water, he scrubbed it vigorously once again, picking it up to take a gander… indeed the stain couldn’t be washed off; she’ll have to get a new one.
His performance failed!
“Knock knock” sounded from outside of the room, Hou Zi’s assistant stood outside, with an extremely respectful attitude, he delivered the clothes that still had their tags left untouched to Xia Jinyuan, “This is the one sir should be wearing today after you return, we’ll prepare ten sets of clothes in sir’s car. Brother Zi is waiting for sir in the underground parking lot now.”
Hou Zi was already in the underground parking lot, so after Xia Jinyuan had finished changing, he could head there directly to look for him.
“Good work.” Xia Jinyuan collected the clothes, and after the assistant politely closed the door, he turned towards Ye Jian: “The reason you must take a walk with me today is, after I’m done changing, you’re going to be accompanying me while I pick the goods at Hou Zi’s place.”
“The goods are a ways away, so I’m afraid you won’t be able to make it for the practice in the Bootcamp.”
“Then I won’t go, the matters on your side are more important.” Picking goods meant picking weapons, and in that case, she absolutely must come with! After 30 minutes, the news channel started broadcasting international news, Ye Jian answered with her mouth, but her eyes were still staring on the television screen.
Ye Jian noticed several important figures in splendid attire from the Middle Eastern countries walking into the meeting hall under camera flashes; this was a Summit of Religious Leaders.
Xia Jinyuan walked out after changing his clothes, noticing the news being broadcasted, a fog drifted over his handsome face.
“From the shadows to under the light, it seems like they’re afraid.” He suddenly blurted out, Ye Jian’s brows fluttered slightly, her gaze once again landed on the television, Summit… of Religious Leaders?
Is their decapitation strike operation somehow related to religion?
The television screen flashed. Xia Jinyuan had turned off the television, “Anything that can be broadcasted onto the news wouldn’t have any problems with them. There’s someone amongst them whose identity is a weapon specialist.”