Remember Self-Control: Bossy Husband Loves Me Deep to Soul

“Lin, the helicopter is ready on the roof. This time I have to count on you.”

The arrangement was in such a haste that Zhang Qilin was a little taken by surprise. But judging from Yan Xiuya’s expression, he had to take the task.

Zhang Qilin nodded consent and held Yan Xiuya’s hands to soothe her.

Then, he hurried out.

When Zhang Qilin got out, he took out his cellphone and dialed Si Wan’s number.

“Brother Lin, what’s the matter?”

Si Wan was dealing with her work. When she saw a string of unfamiliar numbers, she picked it up and spoke without even thinking.

The corners of his mouth were curved upwards. This girl was impressive.

“How did you know it was me?”

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“This is called telepathy between siblings.”

So that was her so-called telepathy between siblings! She was reminding him of his identity all the time!

“My dear sister, your bro can’t have dinner with you tonight, for he has something more important to attend to.”

She had anticipated this. It seemed she also needed to explain to Gong’s Family that Zhang Qilin and she had settled their entanglement. Now they were no more than pure siblings.

“Just go, and when you finish it, dinner’s on me.”

“Great, it’s a deal!”

Rumbling noises rang in Si Wan’s ears.

She couldn’t help but frown. Even a helicopter was put into use?

What happened exactly? Si Wan couldn’t help feeling worried.

When she was about to ask about more, the beeps of on-hook came in. Grudgingly she put the phone aside.

Nah, I should ask him for the details when he came back.

Empire State Building of Country D.

Hua Er strolled anxiously before the big screen. Gong Siming had been missing for over two hours.

The scenes of high streets, back lanes, plains, and mountains kept on switching on the screen.

Why was there no sign of Gong Siming? He had a tracker with him. It had been over two hours, yet not a single signal came from the tracker.

Cold sweat kept oozing from Hua Er’s forehead, and he took constant deep breaths to calm himself down and remain his sanity.

But his mind wouldn’t rest at ease. He pounded hard on a solid wood table, leaving a dent on it.

His movement gave the staff around a start.

“Why vent your anger on a table?”

Turning around, Hua Er rushed over as if he had seen the savior.

“Junior Master Lin, here you are!”

Restraining his uninhibited attitude, Zhang Qilin took a look at the large screen and frowned.

“When was Ming reported missing?”

“Two and a half hours ago. As soon as we reached Country D, President Gong received a call. He claimed that it was an emergency and rushed out afterwards.”

What kind of call would make a cautious man as Gong Siming run out without an explanation?

“What kind of call? Did you see it?”

“No, it was anonymous. Neither the caller ID nor its source was traceable.”

Hua Er only answered what he was asked. Now he was nothing like that clear-minded Hua Er who could deal with everything perfectly.

Behind his bland expression, there was razor-sharp murderous intent in his eyes.

“It seems we are dealing with a tough guy.” Zhang Qilin thought to himself.

“Hua Er, did you finish things up neatly in the last action?”

Their last action was the top secret in the army. How did Junior Master Lin learn about it?

Now, Junior Master Gong’s life was on the line. Should he tell the man that secret?

“What, you don’t trust me?”

With an elegant smile, Zhang Qilin calmly looked at the high-strung Hua Er.

Cold sweat was constantly oozing from Hua Er’s forehead. Unsure whether he should tell the man, he was on the brink of schizophrenia.

“Have you heard of the Ghostly Overlord?”

The Ghostly Overlord! This Junior Master Zhang boasted extensive knowledge. He even knew the spooky Overlord of the army. Even Hua Er had never seen the Ghostly Overlord himself.

He passed a nameplate to Hua Er.

With a stupefied expression, Hua Er stiffly turned towards Zhang Qilin.

Zhang Qilin was showing an elegant smile and shimmering with debonair temperament.

Should he be the Ghostly Overlord, the terror of the army? This was incredible.

“Your humble subordinate pays respects to the venerable general!”

Shouted Hua Er respectfully with a military salute.

“Keep it down! What do you think you’re doing? The last thing I need is for people to know my identity.”

Said Zhang Qilin imperturbably, shooting a fierce glare at Hua Er.

“Now tell me the details of the last action!”

In a hurry-scurry, Hua Er handed his phone to Zhang Qilin.

The phone recorded the whole process of the last action.

“Dead? It seems someone is behind this.”

Seeing Zhang Qilin lost in his thought, Hua Er spoke slowly.

“The traitor of the last action has already been executed. We mopped up the stronghold he provided and found the roster of insurgents. There shouldn’t be a slip!”

No slips? This man was hiding quite well!

“Rest assured, I already know where he is!”

He pointed at a name on Hua Er’s phone screen with his slender finger.

“Do you know he has a twin brother?”

What! Hearing Zhang Qilin’s words, Hua Er couldn’t help but fret. Twin brothers! He was so careless that he missed out such important information.

Hua Er slapped himself on the face twice, which startled Zhang Qilin.

“Beating yourself up is of no use. Just grow up and get the weapons for me. Don’t forget to prepare plentiful silver needles by the way.”

At the mention of silver needles, he felt a shiver down his spine. Mumbling obedience, he scudded out.

In the tropical jungle.

A man was hung high from a tree. Though being hoisted, he didn’t show the slightest hint of fear on his face.

What was more, he showed a glamorous smile with the corners of his mouth curved up and looked down at the person below with disdain.

“Marshal Gong, President Gong, Junior Master Gong, I didn’t expect you to end up like this!”

Below the tree, the man filled his face with ridicule and acted like a mean man intoxicated by success.

“What, cat got your tongue?”

The smirk on his face suddenly became sinister. He gritted his teeth at Gong Siming, who was hung on the tree.

Getting no expressional change from Gong Siming, the man underneath was simmering with rage.

He shot Gong Siming’s abdomen.

In the Imperial capital.

Absorbed in her work, Si Wan suddenly felt a dull tingle as if her heart was pricked.

In the jungle of Country D.

Blood was incessantly gushing out, but Gong Siming just ground his teeth and uttered no sound.

A smile lingered at the corners of his mouth, and his eyes were full of ridicule.

“You only have three minutes before you die.”

Gong Siming’s tone was dry but very affirmative as if he had seen those people underneath die one after another.

The smile on his face became evident while more blood was oozing out from the corners of his mouth.

Those people under the tree roared with laughter. Death was already upon him, but he still dared to make such remarks. What did he think of himself, the God of War?

What a haughty man! Ending up like this, he still dared to set himself against me. How insensitive he was to the situation!

“Then I shall send you to hell first!”

A cold muzzle aimed at Gong Siming’s heart.

“Ah…”

There was a quick succession of screams, and people under the tree almost fell to the ground at the same time.

The man hanging from the tree also fell from midair.

A figure dashed out, quickly caught Gong Siming and raised his voice anxiously.

“How careless you were to have been caught by those losers!”

“Si Wan… She is in the imperial capital?”