599: Bo Xiao's Missing

Bo Xiao's Missing

After the heavy rain, the air in Beijing was moist.1

An Rao sat on the balcony and inexplicably thought of the huge wave that she had seen on the deck when she was kidnapped by the pirates that day and a tall figure.

An Rao counted the days. It seemed like she had not contacted Bo Xiao for two days.

Bored, An Rao clicked on her phone and finally sent Bo Xiao a WeChat message. "What are you doing?"

As expected, no one replied.

At that moment in Continent F,

The originally bustling market had been smashed into pieces by stray bullets.

"Sir! Unknown high threat weapons have been detected. Requesting everyone to retreat!" The report of his subordinate came through the earpiece.

"Team Two, Team Four, Team Five, evacuate. Team Three, stay behind. Come with me to the city center and destroy the confidential documents." Bo Xiao clenched his fists and ordered in the rain of bullets.

"Young general! The city center is dangerous. The suppression of the enemy's armed forces is too fierce. Leave with the main troops first!"

"Obey orders!" Bo Xiao's words made his subordinate shut up.

The embassy stationed in China had confidential information on the military. These things could not fall into the hands of others, and Bo Xiao had to destroy them himself.

After Bo Xiao's orders were given, the other teams began to evacuate in an orderly manner. Under the cover of the backup staff, Bo Xiao led the Team Three along the broken corner and began to approach the city center.

At that moment, the city center was already an empty city. People had long hidden outside the city.

After arriving inside the embassy, the team members were about to enter when Bo Xiao suddenly raised his hand. His ears twitched almost imperceptibly. "Evacuate!!"

Bo Xiao practically shouted those words. The team members had all received professional training. When Bo Xiao finished speaking, everyone jumped out.

However, it was too late. The soaring flames instantly destroyed the entire building.

It swallowed the people who were running out.

An Rao originally wanted to pour a cup of water to drink, but when she picked up the kettle, she suddenly panicked. She did not even hold the kettle in her hand and it smashed onto the back of her feet. It was so hot that An Rao cried out in surprise.

However, An Rao did not have the time to pay attention to the injury on her foot. This panic was inexplicable and made her anxious. For some reason, An Rao was suddenly very worried about Bo Xiao. She hurriedly called Xia Wanyuan.

The phone rang a few times before being picked up. After hearing An Rao's words, Xia Wanyuan calmly comforted her.

"It's nothing. You're the one who's worried. Rest well. Nothing will happen to Bo Xiao." Xia Wanyuan's voice was calm and gentle.

"Alright." Xia Wanyuan's words calmed An Rao down. She felt that she had indeed been a little surprised. How could I associate a kettle with Bo Xiao?

In the manor, after Xia Wanyuan hung up the phone, her expression turned serious. She looked at Jun Shiling. "What's the latest situation?"

"I still haven't found him." Jun Shiling's expression was ugly. He was typing on the computer, and encrypted messages kept coming from the computer. "But we haven't found the corpse either. There's a fifty percent chance that he's still alive."

Bo Xiao was the only friend who had been close to Jun Shiling in all these years. Now that Bo Xiao's fate was unknown, Xia Wanyuan knew that Jun Shiling was not feeling good.

"Don't worry. Since we didn't find the corpse, that means he's not dead. As long as he's not dead, there must be a way." Xia Wanyuan stepped forward and held Jun Shiling's hand.

"Mm, I know." Jun Shiling returned Xia Wanyuan's hand, but the coldness in his eyes did not dissipate.

———

It had been a long time since Xia Wanyuan had returned to the Qing University for classes. This time, they heard that Xia Wanyuan was here.

The lecture theater of the art building was packed. Even the corridor outside was filled with people who had come to listen.

Xia Wanyuan walked into the classroom and scanned the people in the classroom.

She was a little surprised.

That Yu Qian actually did not appear in the classroom this time.

Xia Wanyuan taught the students as usual. Just as the class was about to end, a student suddenly asked, "Teacher, I heard that you're going to participate in the World Painter Competition?"

Xia Wanyuan nodded.

"Teacher, we believe that you will definitely win the championship!"

"Yes, Teacher, you can do it. In the future, we will learn from you and spread Chinese painting to the world."

Looking at the youthful students in front of her, whose chests were filled with emotions, Xia Wanyuan's heart was touched.

She suddenly understood why those great scholars in his previous life were willing to be poor even though they could easily obtain a high official's title, as they had opened a small academy in the mountains.

Originally, she had been invited to teach by Professor Zhang at all costs, but with these young students, Xia Wanyuan suddenly felt that she had not simply become a teacher here.

She was someone who would pass on the legacy to someone else.

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