CHAPTER 348: CHAPTER 327 DRAGON SOUL MILITARY ADVISOR

"Night Eagle!" If Xiao Lin has any fatal weakness, only two people know of it—one is the Military Advisor, and the other is Night Eagle. Xiao Lin has a small reflex when attacked from the left side. If the enemy is ambidextrous and simultaneously attacks his right side, there will be a half-second gap, a deadly weakness. If the opponent is an expert, Xiao Lin will undoubtedly perish.

"Follow me!" The shadow hesitated not as it flipped in the opposite direction than Xiao Lin had ascended. Xiao Lin silently followed. He knew that if it had been an opponent, he’d be gravely injured at this moment. He glanced longingly at the window before swiftly catching up with Night Eagle’s figure.

Night Eagle didn’t lead him out of the base, instead, he brought him to a cave. This cave is situated to the side of the main skirt building. Originally a warehouse for defense materials, once the main building was completed, all heavy materials were stored here. Because it was a short distance from the main building and didn’t detract from the overall aesthetics, it became Night Eagle’s refuge.

The cave is long, with various steel frames of different specifications on the ground. Inside, there’s no light, only some water, and simple food. A foul stench permeates the cave.

Night Eagle leaned against a wall and sat down, his sluggish movements causing Xiao Lin to frown.

"Let me take a look." With a doctor’s instinct, he stepped forward, attempting to undo Night Eagle’s clothes but was rebuffed. "Fine, do it yourself." Xiao Lin’s voice chilled; in desperate times, he wouldn’t concern himself with Night Eagle’s peculiar personal quirks but would respect him, provided he behaved.

"It’s nothing, just minor injuries." Night Eagle’s originally deep voice now sounded not just hoarse but also dry from lack of water, damaging his vocal cords.

"Lin!" Xiao Lin called Night Eagle’s name. He wasn’t verbose, but this single word sufficed to express his anger.

Night Eagle chuckled weakly; he looked very frail, even merely sitting like this made him pant heavily: "Left side flank pierced, no internal organs damaged." After briefly explaining the situation, he started gasping heavily again.

With a tearing sound, ignoring Night Eagle’s resistance, Xiao Lin ripped open his clothes.

"Damn!" he couldn’t help but curse, feeling a murderous impulse: "No bandage? No treatment? No cleaning? Great, what are you trying to do?"

This is his way of showing concern—the closer someone is to him, the rougher his way of showing care becomes. Bearing such wounds until now is truly remarkable. He laid him flat on the ground; the cave couldn’t have any light due to its conspicuous position—it was too easy to be discovered.

"How long has it been?" Experienced hands negating the need for any light source, Xiao Lin sealed several acupoints on Night Eagle’s body, then took some water from a bucket: "This water?" The smell was truly overpowering.

"It’s urine!"

Xiao Lin sniffed, feeling a pang of heartache: "You’ve been here guarding after finding the Military Advisor?" A scalpel was ruined when descending the mountain; dealing with the wound now was impossible. Even if the rot were excised, the medicine would cause further decay.

"She’s no longer the Military Advisor!" After a long pause, Night Eagle quietly uttered: "Or rather, she’s not the Military Advisor we know anymore."

"What do you mean?"

"Following clues from the city’s richest, I tracked down Empress Palace, then followed a trafficker named Hardley, tracing Fourth Master’s line. After scouring through Amman, I ended up here, where the Military Advisor was confined in that room all along." Night Eagle paused to catch his breath. "Initially, like you, I wanted to rescue her, but she behaved as if I were a stranger, yelling at me."

"So you were discovered, then injured? How did you escape their pursuit and end up staying here?" It’s a clear open area; finding a hiding spot is indeed tough.

"Though this place is impenetrable, after all, a mountain is still a mountain, with many crevices to hide. I concealed myself within the gaps to bypass their noses."

"I’ll get you out of here, along with the Military Advisor." Xiao Lin said as he turned and stood at the cave entrance. Unafraid of being noticed, beneath the night sky: "Qing Yi has come as well. Seeing you will make him happy."

Xiao Lin leaped, landing on a nearby roof eave, then descended to the ground through an adjacent passage. He blended into the crowd.

Spotlights lit up; the four beams converged at the stage center, where beautiful dancers, with graceful figures, ascended. As musicians played, they opened their throats and sang local folk songs with bell-like voices.

Xiao Lin stood below the stage, like others, cheering for those above, while his gaze drifted to a handsome man before he left the crowd for a break.

"Why so long?" The handsome man also entered the restroom afterward, a deliberately low voice exuded unusual sensuality: "I’ve circled here several times; where’s Shaoqing?"

"I’ve found the Military Advisor. Night Eagle is here too, but he’s badly injured, so we have to change our plan."

"The Military Advisor is here?" Hua Qingyi was obviously very surprised.

"Yes!" Xiao Lin walked to the pool to wash his hands. "Night Eagle’s consciousness indicates that she has lost her memory and doesn’t recognize us at all."

"Brother, what do you plan to do now?" Hua Qingyi frowned, as the situation was quite complicated.

"Use strategy, let’s observe the situation first, and find a way to move Night Eagle out of that place." Raising his head, he looked through the skylight above; the cave was shrouded in darkness. "I’ve seen Hassan here, so we need to be extra careful. He’s the only one who has seen a few of us in person, and if necessary, he must be killed."

Upon exiting the restroom, a chorus of shouts was heard outside. On the stage, a magician playing with fire was breathing flames, while lights came on in a building marked ’No Trespassing.’ Xiao Lin pulled Hua Qingyi into a nearby warehouse.

At this time, the main building also lit up with bright lights, illuminating the entire structure like an Imperial Palace. On the largest terrace, there was a sunken crown, the line within the drooping white gauze faintly revealing the silhouette under the yellow light, like a girl’s figure, reclining inside. From the slender cigarette holder, smoke occasionally puffed out.

"Start!" Yet, such a silhouette had a man’s voice echoing beneath it.

The performer withdrew from the stage, leaving the platform to the host. Amidst discussions from the audience, women from different backgrounds walked onto the stage—truly of every hue, black, white, red, and yellow, all imaginable skin colors were present.

"They’ve been drugged!" Xiao Lin said to Hua Qingyi beside him, although their movements were unencumbered, their expressionless faces, vacant eyes, and slightly twitching mouths were all signs.

"Brother, do you think the Military Advisor has been poisoned too?"

"Not sure yet."

The auction had already begun, and anyone inside the base could participate. As long as you could afford it, you could walk away with a woman from the stage, provided you pay the price. Conversely, if you acted out on a whim, you would unfortunately be dragged out and killed. There’s no room for sentiment here; it’s a bloodthirsty society.

"Follow me!" Xiao Lin quietly led Hua Qingyi aside. "This car belongs to Hassan. We can use it to take Night Eagle away."

"Where is he now?"

Xiao Lin pointed above them. "Right here above us, but I’ve blocked his acupoints. Walking freely might be difficult."

"Got it!" Hua Qingyi was the first to climb up the steel of the building. Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the stage, paying no attention to the area behind them where the light couldn’t reach.

Hassan continually sat on the second floor of the main building, beside the Fourth Lord, holding binoculars to gaze at the central stage. The women on the platform were beautiful, but something was missing, leaving him uninterested. He lazily slumped into his soft chair, "This damned place really isn’t as good as the center; it’s too cold."

Beside him, a black man immediately draped a fur coat over his master’s shoulders, although he couldn’t understand why his master suddenly felt compelled to come to such a place to buy slaves. Previously, if a market needed his oversight, Hassan would occasionally take charge. This time, his personal visit left the servant puzzled about his master’s intentions.

"Feeling a bit bored!" Hassan yawned as he picked up the phone and dialed an extension. After a brief sound came the silence on the other end, "Fourth Lord, this batch is quite ordinary! Nothing particularly unique."

"At the back." The Fourth Lord was a man of few words, always conveying his message using the fewest words possible. Truly, like gold in speech.

Hassan merely chuckled as he hung up the phone. Since the Fourth Lord had spoken of the back, he would sit and wait. "Black man, wake me when the show gets interesting; I want to nap for a bit."

"Yes!" The black servant closed a window to block out the outside noise.

Many women on the central stage had already been bought, and as they grew increasingly stunning, the prices rose higher. Xiao Lin stood amidst watching in amazement. In a place teeming with vagrants and widespread slums, there were still so many who splurged money for a woman. Faced with such decay, he didn’t know how to view this society. Or perhaps, it was irrelevant; he had found the person he was looking for. With a target in sight, he could complete the mission quickly and return to Xia Xue’s side. If possible, he didn’t want to linger here a moment longer.

"Gentlemen, please keep your eyes wide open. Next up is our grand finale—a beautiful and smart Oriental lady, starting at one million." (To be continued. If you enjoy this work, please visit Qidian (qidian.com) to cast recommendation votes and monthly votes. Your support is my greatest motivation.)