92: Chapter 92: The Secret of the Fire?

92: Chapter 92: The Secret of the Fire?

“Your Highness, the Lord of the Netherworld, what are your orders?” Satan respectfully answered the phone.

On the other end of the line, Lin Shuang’s indifferent voice came through, “By the way, leave a few alive from the Demon Wolf Mercenaries for the Chinese Military Intelligence to capture, so they can take credit for the arrests.”

“Pfft!” But at that moment, Satan’s trident was ruthlessly plunged into the Wolf King’s chest.

As the Wolf King fell, the entire base became a killing field for the Demon Wolf Mercenaries.

Over 800 people fell to the ground…blood stained the floor red.

“Uh…

My apologies, Your Highness, I just wiped out the entire Demon Wolf Corps…” Satan said, with a hint of remorse in his voice.

On the phone, Lin Shuang was taken aback, “Hmm?

That fast?

Oh, never mind.

Before you leave, notify Chinese Intelligence to deal with the scene.

Let them take the credit for exterminating the Demon Wolf Corps.”

“Yes!” Satan nodded respectfully.

Afterwards, Lin Shuang hung up the phone.

…

Night, Su Corporation.

By this time, Wanqiao had been escorted back to the company by her bodyguards, and the entire company was on high alert.

All security personnel worked overtime to guard the place.

In the company’s top-floor office, Wanqiao paced back and forth, her mood anxious and worried.

She was concerned for Lin Shuang’s safety.

That guy had gone after Ye Haiyuan.

He hadn’t run into danger, had he?

Wanqiao had sent Lin Shuang several WeChat messages without a reply, and her calls went unanswered.

She was really afraid something had happened to Lin Shuang.

Just then, the door to the president’s office was suddenly pushed open.

Wanqiao turned her head in surprise and saw the familiar figure of a man at the door.

It was Lin Shuang.

Had he come back unharmed?

“Are you alright?!” Wanqiao’s eyes brimmed with tears as she asked with urgency.

“What could possibly happen to me?” Lin Shuang shook his head slowly.

After scanning him for injuries, which there were none, Wanqiao finally relaxed.

“What about Ye Haiyuan?” she asked unconsciously.

“He was hit by a car and killed while I was chasing him,” Lin Shuang stated flatly.

Whoosh!

At these words, Wanqiao’s beautiful eyes trembled slightly.

Ye Haiyuan, killed in a car crash?

The outcome was hard for her to believe.

“Don’t look at me like that; the police have already been here, checked the crime scene, and even took my statement.

I’m not lying to you,” Lin Shuang explained with a shrug.

Although Wanqiao had her doubts, she didn’t say much more.

At that moment, Lin Shuang dismissed the bodyguards from the office and locked the door.

Only he and Wanqiao were left in the office.

“Wanqiao, are you really Soda Pop?

The little girl who donated bone marrow blood to me all those years ago?” Lin Shuang’s gaze was complicated as he asked.

Wanqiao nodded gently, “Yes, it’s me.”

Lin Shuang’s emotions surged.

He slowly reached out his hand, almost disbelievingly touching Wanqiao’s delicate face.

Wanqiao instinctively took a step back.

“Soda Pop girl, it is really you…

If it weren’t for your lifesaving bone marrow donation twenty years ago, I might have already been dead…

My life, Lin Shuang’s life…was given by you,” Lin Shuang’s voice trembled as he spoke.

After a twenty-year separation, he had searched for a long time in Jiangnan…and finally found the girl who saved his life years ago, Soda Pop.

What he didn’t expect was that the benefactor of the past was close at hand, his boss, Wanqiao!

Twenty years ago, the young Lin Shuang suffered from a congenital blood disorder, was critically ill and near death, and there was no matching bone marrow blood throughout the city; the orphanage also had no funds to find the expensive blood source he needed.

At that time, it just happened that Wanqiao and her father came to donate to the orphanage.

Wanqiao, only eight years old at the time, had a matching blood type with Lin Shuang.

Without hesitation, the eight-year-old girl donated blood to Lin Shuang, saving his life.

“Ice Cube…

you didn’t have a name back then, right?

How come you’re called Lin Shuang now?” Wanqiao asked softly.

In the orphanage, Lin Shuang’s personality was cold and solitary; he gave himself a nickname—Ice Cube.

It meant he didn’t want to have contact with anyone.

But how did Lin Shuang suddenly have a name now?

“I took the name using the surname of the welfare home director.

The director’s surname is Lin, so I followed her and took a name…Lin Shuang,” Lin Shuang explained.

Wanqiao nodded.

Suddenly she asked, “By the way, where have you been all these years?

After you left the hospital, I wanted to see you, but the orphanage said you had left?”

Lin Shuang explained that he had offended someone back then and didn’t want to implicate the orphanage, so he left.

Wanqiao asked, “Ah?

You offended someone?

Who did you offend back then?”

However, Lin Shuang shook his head, unwilling to reveal anything.

Lin Shuang sighed, steering the conversation back, and asked intently, “Soda Pop, can you tell me now…

you recognized me long ago, why didn’t you acknowledge me?”

Wanqiao had a complex expression on her face.

After hesitating for a long time, she slowly said, “It was my father’s orders.”

Hmm?

Lin Shuang was taken aback, “Did your father look down on me?”

Wanqiao shook her head, her voice grave, “No, it’s related to the fire at the Red Sun Welfare Institute all those years ago…

Seven years ago, a big fire suddenly broke out at the Red Sun Welfare Institute, killing everyone inside overnight…including those orphans…

My father seems to know some inside information.

He feared being implicated in the event…so he instructed me not to have any involvement with anyone from the Red Sun Welfare Institute…”

Whoosh!

Hearing this, Lin Shuang’s pupils contracted sharply!