Chapter 3042: What About Mr. Zhang's Affairs Is There That I Cannot Know?

But at this moment Zhang Lin wasn't too conflicted about it—since Xue Long had this subjective idea, he would naturally satisfy the other party's condition.

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 it was Zhang Lin who said it, Xue Long believed it absolutely.

Even though he was already on Archaeology Squad Two now, Xue Long understood that Yang Lu hadn't yet accepted him as a teammate, and he believed Zhang Lin's explanation of him to Yang Lu must have been equally noncommittal.

At the very least Yang Lu was on guard against him. Facing this 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 to 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 a greater sense of existence and a greater sense of mission.

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

This time Zhang Lin had once again given Xue Long a reassurance pill. If moments ago he still harbored a trace of fear at 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 betrayer.

Based on this point, even if Xue Yuelong felt no guilt in his heart, that instinctive fear still left him without any sense of security.

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

Even if Wang Canghai had achieved 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 far greater than an ordinary person's. Having figured 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 subtly gave Xue Long a look—the meaning was very clear.

If what Xue Long had said needed to be hidden from everyone, then give her 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 style, aside from privately sending messages at the New Moon Restaurant, making a phone call meant the matter was absolutely critical—even concerning all of Archaeology Squad Two's subsequent choices and their very survival.

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

That was all of this—don't tell Yang Lu for now. This was the only command he gave Xue Long.

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

Yang Lu nodded subtly, understanding that perhaps only she alone could know about this matter. So she coughed once, and immediately the two of them walked into a corner together—even though the livestream viewers were all watching at this moment, including the other members of Archaeology Squad Two.

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

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

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

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

She continued asking: "Stop playing dumb with me. What exactly did he say to you?"

Xue Long grinned, and unhurriedly said: "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 firm certainty, he also knew that keeping this from Yang Lu 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 if an order from one's master couldn't be carried out, even if one wasn't ultimately punished, one's impression in the boss's eyes would definitely take a serious hit.

Clearly Xue Long didn't want 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 seemed to recognize 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. He had never expected Yang Lu to understand Zhang Lin to such an extent.

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 and Zhang Lin.

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

If there weren't this kind of special relationship, how could Yang Lu have spoken those words directly? It meant the two of them had already formed this invisible tacit understanding in the past.

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

From the emotion conveyed in Xue Long's eyes, Yang Lu could judge that he wasn't lying. No matter how urgent this matter was, Zhang Lin had only told Xue Long and not her. Yang Lu found this hard to accept for the moment, and 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 she had done something wrong and incurred her senior brother's displeasure, which was why things had turned out this way? Women are like this—when it comes to those men they consider especially important in their cognition, once many things appear that don't match their cognition...

... then the thoughts in their minds become more complicated than anything else. If Zhang Lin knew Yang Lu would think about things this way, he would definitely tell her right away what was going to happen next.

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