Chapter 423

Although he can’t compare to her, he could probably go a few rounds with Jiang Xing. This guy is not to be underestimated.

Jiang Xing lowered his head to help Lin Qianhuan brush the snow off her hat: “Yeah, he’s Number 3.”

Lin Qianhuan, hearing this, abruptly looked up at the man only wearing a thin sweatshirt: “No wonder…”

Yan Ge looked at their interaction, as if no one else was there, and scratched his head somewhat irritably.

“Alright, you guys follow me.”

After saying that, he turned and left in a hurry, heading towards a brick house in the distance.

Lin Qianhuan exchanged a look with Jiang Xing, and stepped forward to follow, amidst the unfriendly gazes of the surrounding crowd.

Entering the brick house, a fire was burning inside, making it much warmer than outside.

Lin Qianhuan unceremoniously walked forward, took off her gloves, and squatted by the fire to warm herself.

Jiang Xing followed suit, while Xiang Yunduan and the others stood cautiously in front of the door, not daring to move.

Song Yan looked at the two by the fire with some distaste, and slammed his hand on the table, causing the teacups on it to wobble.

“Damn it, with my impatient temper, why aren’t either of you talking! Are you playing mute with me?”

Xiang Yunduan and the others were startled and shivered, cold sweat running down their backs.

Lin Qianhuan and Jiang Xing remained silent, even throwing three sweet potatoes into the fire, which was quite excessive.

The room was silent, and the aroma of roasted sweet potatoes gradually wafted outwards, making Song Yan’s mouth water.

He stiffened his neck and slapped the table again, almost breaking the already creaking wooden table.

“Damn it, why aren’t you talking? Hurry up and speak! With my explosive temper, I’ll kick you both!”

Jiang Xing poked at the roasted sweet potatoes in the fire with a wooden stick, and turned to look at Song Yan.

“Why are you here?”

Song Yan sat in front of the table with his arms crossed, looking like a walking firecracker.

“What’s it to you? If you can come, why can’t I? Besides, I was here earlier than you, so I should be the one asking you that, right? Why are you here, and who is this woman to you?”

Jiang Xing chuckled lightly: “I asked you first, you go first.”

“I’m the leader of the Xingluo Base, I’m the boss here, you go first!”

Jiang Xing quietly stared at Song Yan, clearly not willing to speak first.

Song Yan was an impatient person, and slammed his hand on the table again: “Fine, fine, fine! I’m afraid of you, you damn thing! I’ll go first, I’m suffocating!”

He waved to his subordinates, who very attentively led Xiang Yunduan and the others out, leaving only Song Yan, Lin Qianhuan, and Jiang Xing in the room.

“Wasn’t the Yuncheng Sanatorium bombed by that group of bastards? Damn it, they bombed me until I looked like a beggar, and then my wife picked me up. She works in Yuncheng, her home is here, and she insisted on going home to find her relatives, asking me if I wanted to go with her. Anyway, I had nowhere else to go, so I followed her, and then I conveniently established the Xingluo Base, planning to stay here for good.”

Lin Qianhuan’s mouth twitched as she listened. This Number 3 is really carefree.

Jiang Xing lowered his head and poked at the roasted sweet potatoes in the fire: “This is my wife, she wanted to come and find the traces of the Salvation Society, so I came with her.”

Song Yan looked at Lin Qianhuan in disbelief upon hearing this.

“She’s your wife?”

Jiang Xing nodded: “Yeah, my wife.”

Song Yan clicked his tongue twice, turned to look at Lin Qianhuan: “Girl, are you blind? Why did you take a fancy to this guy? You don’t know how boring he is, when we were at the sanatorium, none of the test subjects wanted to play with him.”

After saying that, he clutched his heart in self-admiration.

“But I’m relatively kind, and I was willing to chat with him for a few words every day. If it were someone else, they probably wouldn’t want to say a word to him.”

Jiang Xing gritted his teeth so hard that they creaked, and he effortlessly broke the wooden stick in his hand into two pieces.

“What kind of good person calls people to chat at midnight every day?”

Song Yan touched his nose: “My room is at the far east end, the left side is the wall, and the right side is your room. Who else would I look for to chat with if not you?”

Jiang Xing took a deep breath, changed a wooden stick and continued to poke the roasted sweet potatoes, but his strength was getting greater and greater.

Lin Qianhuan was amused, and roughly understood Number 3’s personality. Talkative, impatient, and easily angered.

“Getting back to the main topic, have you fought with the people from the Salvation Society before?”

Lin Qianhuan looked up at Song Yan, her eyes filled with inquiry.

“Yeah, we’ve had a few fights, quite enjoyable. I was originally thinking of chasing them to their lair and wiping them out, but my wife wouldn’t let me, so I had to give up. She said she didn’t want me to kill too many people, she’s afraid.”

Lin Qianhuan touched her chin, suddenly feeling a little curious about Song Yan’s wife. What kind of person could suppress this guy’s explosive temper?

Just as she was thinking, the door of the brick house was gently pushed open, and a soft call came from outside.

“A Yan, A Yan.”

Song Yan abruptly looked up, walked quickly to the door, and brought the person outside in.

He frowned with some helplessness, his palm gradually warming as he helped the person in front of him dry the melted snow water on her clothes.

“Didn’t I tell you it’s cold lately, to stay at home and rest? Your body is weak, it’s easy to catch a cold if you come out.”

The woman in his arms smiled sweetly, wearing a long black down jacket, but her face was particularly pale and weak.

She coughed lightly and spoke with some exhaustion: “I heard that someone from the Kyoto Base came, I’m afraid you won’t be able to control your temper and will anger them again.”

Song Yan picked up the scarf on the side and helped her put it on, put her on his lap, and held her cold hands in his palms.

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