Chapter 2483: What About Mr. Zhang's Affairs Is Something I Cannot Know?

But at this moment Zhang Lin wasn't overthinking it either—since Xue Long had this subjective desire, he would naturally satisfy that condition for him.

Then he heard Zhang Lin say: "No problem. I can't promise anything else, but this one I can handle—it's just a word from me."

If anyone else in this world said those words, Xue Long wouldn't believe them, but when Zhang Lin said them, Xue Long believed them absolutely.

Although he was already on the Second Archaeology Team now, Xue Long understood that Yang Lu Si hadn't yet accepted him as a teammate, and he believed Zhang Lin's explanation of him over there must also have been noncommittal.

At the very least Yang Lu Si was on guard against him. Facing this kind of wariness, Xue Long was full of helplessness, but he also understood that all of this was his own doing.

At least in the past he truly wasn't any kind of decent person, but now his turn toward the straight and narrow had earned him some value, and at the same time allowed him to truly obtain some things he wanted—at the very least he had more of a sense of existence, more of a sense of mission.

Rather than those so-called passive choices made merely out of submission to profit.

This time Zhang Lin had once again given Xue Long a pill of reassurance. If just now he still had a trace of fear about Wang Canghai's arrival, then now that fear vanished entirely in an instant.

In fact Zhang Lin had precisely seized the key point, knowing that Xue Long's so-called fear wasn't the same concept as other people's.

He had originally been a dog under Wang Canghai's command, and now that his master was standing before him again, he had become the traitor.

Based on this point, even if Xue Yuelong felt no guilt in his heart, that instinct-driven fear still left him without any confidence.

But now, through Zhang Lin's earlier assurances and the undertones they revealed, Xue Long understood he had nothing to fear.

Even if Wang Canghai had obtained immortality, he was still a person after all. Since he was a person, he had weaknesses. At the same time, Xue Long wasn't even afraid of death, and his current combat strength was also far stronger than an ordinary person's. Having figured all this out, Xue Long suddenly saw the light.

After hanging up the phone, Xue Long walked back brimming with confidence, and at this moment Yang Lu Si also subtly gave Xue Long a look, the meaning of which was very clear.

If what Xue Long said needed to be hidden from everyone, then give him the same look; if it could be said in front of everyone, then come over right now and explain exactly what was going on.

After all, under Zhang Lin's usual command, aside from privately sending the most messages at the Crescent Moon Restaurant, making a phone call meant this matter was absolutely critical, even concerning all the Second Archaeology Team's subsequent choices and its very survival.

Yang Lu Si's guess on this point wasn't wrong—perhaps it was also a woman's innate intuition that led her to such a conjecture. If Zhang Lin knew that Yang Lu Si's premonition was this accurate, he might not have deliberately said that one sentence before hanging up.

Which was: all of this, for now, don't tell Yang Lu Si—that was the only order he gave Xue Long.

And Xue Long would naturally carry out the order without the slightest deviation. At this point he first gave Yang Lu Si a look.

Yang Lu Si nodded subtly, understanding that perhaps only she alone could know this matter, so she coughed once, and immediately the two of them walked into a corner together—even though at this moment the people in the livestream were all watching, including the other members of the Second Archaeology Team.

But Yang Lu Si was extremely eager to know that answer, so she couldn't wait any longer.

And just when the livestream camera couldn't capture it and the others couldn't see either, Yang Lu Si asked directly: "What did Mr. Zhang say to you?"

Xue Long sighed helplessly, shook his head, and said nothing.

Yang Lu Si's heart skipped a beat, her eyes narrowing slightly. From his expression she might already have known the answer, but she was still very unwilling to accept it.

She pressed on: "Don't play dumb with me here. What exactly did he say to you?"

Xue Long grinned, and said unhurriedly: "Captain Yang, if I told you this phone call actually wasn't from Mr. Zhang, would you believe me?"

Xue Long truly had no choice. When Zhang Lin said that last sentence to him, although he had answered with absolute certainty, he also knew that hiding this from Yang Lu Si would absolutely cost him something.

In the end he might have no choice but to call Zhang Lin again, and let Zhang Lin personally explain the matter to Yang Wusi.

But unless absolutely necessary, Xue Long would never do that. He had followed Wang Canghai before, and understood that as long as it was an order from his master, if he couldn't carry it out, even if he ultimately wasn't punished, his impression in his boss's eyes would definitely take a serious hit.

Clearly Xue Long didn't want something like that to happen. On this premise, he decided to try bearing it himself first—as long as there was no danger to his life, he would tough it out to the end.

Looking at the certainty in Xue Long's eyes, Yang Lu Si seemed to have accepted that answer as well.

She sighed, then said: "If Mr. Zhang specifically told you not to tell me, you don't need to come up with such a clumsy excuse—just tell me the truth."

Xue Long was startled, and at the same time he subconsciously raised his hand and gave a thumbs-up, never having expected Yang Lu Si's understanding of Zhang Lin to have reached such a degree.

But he quickly thought that perhaps this wasn't exactly that kind of understanding, but rather a tacit understanding formed over a long period of time. No one could determine what special relationship existed between Yang Lu Si and Zhang Lin.

Even though Wang Canghai was certain of this, he still couldn't get hold of any evidence—only Xue Long had seen the corresponding evidence.

If there were no such special relationship at this moment, how could Yang Lu Si have said those words directly? It meant the two of them had already formed this invisible tacit understanding in the past.

Yang Lu Si waved her hand, signaling Xue Long could go back.

From the emotion conveyed in Xue Long's eyes, Yang Lu Si could judge he wasn't lying. No matter how urgent this matter was, Zhang Lin had only told Xue Long and not her—this left Yang Lu Si momentarily unable to accept it, and she couldn't help muttering to herself.

Could it be that her senior brother would rather trust an outsider like Xue Long than trust her?

Or was it that because of certain things she had done wrong, she had incurred her senior brother's displeasure, which was why things had turned out this way? Women are like this—when facing those men who are especially important in their perception, once many things appear that don't match their perception.