Chapter 816 - 814: Dispute

Just relying on his words, she could guess almost completely right, it was him who underestimated her.

This girl was somewhat intelligent.

Old Master Bo always appreciated people like her, yet when he thought of this girl coveting his grandson, he couldn’t bring himself to like her. This wasn’t the outcome she wanted, so he coolly said, "Old He, see the guest out."

Old He, also the old housekeeper, walked up to Tong Yan, extending a hand, "Miss Tong, please."

Tong Yan refused to leave, insistently asking, "Old Master, where are they carrying out their mission?"

Old Master Bo waved dismissively with a cold snort, "That’s not something you should be asking about."

That meant it was true, they really went to carry out a mission.

Was he stupid? He had clearly retired, why did he still go?

Tong Yan was very selfish; the country’s safety meant nothing to her, nor did it matter to him, since he was not a soldier. Why did he need to go to such a dangerous place? Her heart was small, without much regard for national righteousness, just filled with thoughts of him. If he was well, she felt everything was well.

But she understood that men all had their sentiments; no matter who they were, they harbored a sense of heroism, patriotism, a hope to protect their country, and sometimes even sacrifice their lives.

If something really happened to him, what was she supposed to do? Who would tell her how to keep living?

Her intuition told her he might be in danger. But how could she tell Old Master Bo about such intuitions? She certainly couldn’t say she sensed something might go wrong, or else Old Master Bo would definitely kick her out, maybe even beat her up.

Therefore, Tong Yan could only keep asking, "Where is Young Marshal Bo carrying out the mission?"

Old Master Bo’s brow furrowed, frosting between his brows, "Why are you so persistent, girl? Be sensible."

Did she really think something like national secret missions could be casually shared with outsiders?

Even regular military personnel didn’t know, let alone her.

Tong Yan couldn’t get an answer, her heart was anxious, her unease growing continually. But seeing Old Master Bo’s calm demeanor, Yimo didn’t seem to be in trouble.

Perhaps she was just scaring herself, yes, it must be this way.

Women, more or less, tend to overthink things.

Even though she kept trying to comfort herself like this, Tong Yan couldn’t stop her heart from panicking.

No one was her, so no one could understand her feelings at this very moment.

Fear, anxiety, panic, helplessness, and pain.

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Border county town in Country D.

Bo Qingzhi fell to the ground, his face full of sorrow, his wide-eyed gaze seemed to hold immense pain, muttering continuously, repeating his name, "Little Mo, Little Mo, Little Mo..."

The whole person appeared as if he had suffered a tremendous blow, his expression had become dull, from the outside one might think he had lost all hope.

Behind a tree not far from the drug den, there stood a person, snapping on seeing this scene, then turned and ran.

The task accomplished, it was time to report back.

From the start, he had been watching there; this was the first key task given by his leader, making sure nothing could go wrong.

The Huaxia army was nothing but a bunch of wine sacks and food bags, easily caught in the trap. Their leader was smart, designing such a game, taking out one of the heads. Pity the other was surprisingly unscathed.

If the other one had also been taken out, wouldn’t they have been able to all live in peace here?

Such a pity, truly a pity.

Thinking about how he would soon have lots of money and favored by the leader, promotions and wealth were no longer dreams. An overt joy on his face, his steps became lighter.