Chapter 50 - Welcome, Brother.

After eating, Menxiang suggested they take a walk out of the hospital to help digest the food they eat. Not that he ate much. Just enough to accompany her.

As they walked, the soft cool air made her shiver her eyes wandering to the bustling streets and crowded sidewalks. She was curious, very curious about his man in a black suit with a menacing aura chasing people away with his stoic face.

She had tried to ask him questions about himself but he seemed evasive, answering some and ignoring the rest as if she had never spoken. She felt bad for dragging him around but she was avoiding He Yuhan ever since she found out that they were planning to propose a marriage alliance to her family.

Mo Bingwen was so angry with her, not that she could blame him. He was always good to her but she was always letting him down. She didn't want to rub salt to his injury by interacting with He Yuhan any further.

She looked up when she felt a coat land on her shoulders, instantly warming her up. "Thank you."

Ryōsei replied. "We should get going now." He was feeling uneasy, letting Jihai out of his sight.

"Okay." They turned around, retracing their steps back to the hospital when they heard a gunshot fired from the building in front of them. Menxiang screamed from shock before she bent down, covering her ears.

Ryōsei turned to her, holding her shoulders. "Stay here. Don't go in the building." He took out his gun, checking the bullets inside then ran inside the building.

The whole hospital was in a pandemonium, doctors and nurses running out of the hospital while some patients ran into their rooms, locking the doors. At a distance, someone hid behind the reception desk, trying to call the police. He ran past the elevators, taking the stairs until he reached the fourth floor.

A battle had begun, two teams of heavily armed men shooting at each other. Some had engaged in knife fights, punching and kicking each other.

The man in front of him, clearly the enemy aimed his gun at one of his guards who was busy fighting. Quickly, he took his gun which was modified into a silencer and shot him.

As he passed the fallen guard, moving forward, he grabbed a knife from his boot and threw it at another guard .It pierced his carotid artery, making him wail.

Ryōsei moved with sharp precision and deadly intent, his eyes cold as he took down the enemy guards one by one.

He moved like a shadow, appearing behind another guard, his fingers arched like a hawk's claw and clenched his throat. With increased strength, he snapped his neck like a twig.

Soon, the whole place was quiet with a heavy smell of blood in the air. Ryosei looked unfazed, not a thread out of place and glanced at the dead guards who had nothing but a bottle of poison each in their possession. "Clean this up."

He entered the room to check on Jihai, accompanied by a guard. He was surprised to see him on the hospital bed, unconscious. "What happened?"

The guard looked uneasy. "We had to knock him out to ensure his safety."

Ryōsei patted his shoulder after seeing his anxious expression. This was the most elite squad of their organization entrusted to protect Jihai and all of them knew the truth. "Its okay."

His attention shifted to the phone in his pocket vibrating. He sent the guard away and checked to make sure Jihai was still unconscious before he picked up the call. "Hello?"

A female voice spoke, full of anxiety. "Ryō, what happened? Is Jihai okay?"

"He is okay. Someone sent suicide ȧssassins here. We couldn't find out their identity." He said, his voice sounded bored, as if he was talking about the weather.

"No need. We already know who is behind this. Get him out of there." She said the last sentence with urgency accompanied with the harsh sound of a bullet being fired.

Ryōsei flinched, his body frozen with a familiar sense of fear.

Master must be angry again.

"Give me ten minutes." He cut the call abruptly and went out of the room.

The same guard he was talking to earlier was standing outside but approached him and said "Sir, Team B has arrived."

He nodded. "Get the car ready. We are leaving."

The guard left in a hurry leaving Ryōsei who went back into the room to carry Jihai. He warned the guards to be careful when he saw him groaning lightly in pain.

Team B which was left behind came camouflaged in police uniforms, taking reports and secretly disposing of any undiscovered evidence left behind.

Some men who looked harmless even helped comfort the victims.

After an hour, they left the building splitting into two groups. One of the cars which had Ryōsei and Jihai left to report the success back into the headquarters while the other car drove on until they reached the police station.

When they arrived, one of the men steeped out of the car entering the station brazenly reaching an office. Two policemen were being scolded in the room, their legs quavering in front of their superior.

The superior sat in his chair, looking at them with disdain prepared to give them another tongue lashing paused when he saw the new visitor. "Get out." He growled.

"Yes, Deputy Commander!" They ran out of the office.

He smiled and took the documents, keeping them in a drawer.

He said in Japanese."Welcome, Brother."