Chapter 1841: After Raising the Good Baby, I Faked My Death 35

Duoluoge agreed readily, but the various forces in the underground city secretly colluded, something that cannot be stopped even under the owner's jurisdiction.

During that period, Wen Si Luo, for self-preservation and to climb higher faster, also had some unseverable cooperation with them, including but not limited to various cross-border businesses.

So to leave completely, one still needs to spend some energy to handle these matters.

These days, Wen Si Luo basically goes out early and returns late, meeting with various forces; he needs to maintain high-intensity vigilance and guard to avoid being bitten back.

Actually, over the past five years, Wen Si Luo has already been adept at this kind of standoff, and has trained himself to find, in the shortest time, the cooperation most beneficial to himself.

But whenever he returns home at night and Jin Chen asks about comforting him, Wen Si Luo still feels utterly wronged, needing to be coaxed for a long time before he can relax.

Even so, after Wen Si Luo recovers, he does not plan to let Jin Chen accompany him to the underground city; instead, he wants to, after settling all matters, leave the city cleanly together with him and return to Huaxia State.

But the troubles coming one after another never ceased; Wen Si Luo visibly grew exhausted, until one night he returned injured.

"Stretch out your hand so I can have a look."

How could Jin Chen not notice? He held the fruit tray and shoved an apple piece into the somewhat guilty Wen Si Luo's mouth.

Wen Si Luo shifted his steps, took off the black shirt stained with some blood; his shoulder, pale to the point of being glaring, showed severe bruising turning purple, plus the wound from dodging a dagger.

He feared being scolded and also didn't want to be scolded; he blinked his wet eyelashes and, with a trembling voice, acted cute: 'Brother... I'm in pain.'

Jin Chen could not bear to say harsh words.

He let out a soft sigh, drew his wife, who had suffered grievance outside, into his arms, carefully avoiding the painful injury.

"Good, brother will apply medicine for you."

"I want a hug."

Wen Si Luo, already in his embrace, softly acted cute, obviously wanting another kind of hold.

Jin Chen set down the fruit tray, slipped his arm around his waist, and fully embraced him, turning toward the bedroom.

Once suspended, Wen Si Luo instinctively wrapped his arms around Jin Chen in a solid embrace, making him feel an overwhelming sense of security.

"Tell brother, who beat you up like this?"

Jin Chen soothed him softly, his movements applying medicine even more gentle; Wen Si Luo felt no pain, leaning on his shoulder to complain.

Wen Si Luo named an organization; its leader was none other than Aierde's former loyal follower.

Having just finished speaking, Wen Si Luo paused, as if to regain face, and added: 'I didn't lose; it was a draw.'

Jin Chen glanced at him sideways: 'Still want me to praise you?'

Wen Si Luo stubbornly nodded, and immediately Jin Chen flicked his forehead; he hissed in pain and pouted, feeling wronged.

"Wen Xiao Luo, you said before leaving that it was a meeting." Jin Chen's brows hinted at a subtle smile: 'It seems the meeting content was quite intense.'

Wen Si Luo blinked his eyes, moved in to ask for a kiss, but Jin Chen pinched his cheek instead.

"Don't act cute, I haven't finished speaking."

Jin Chen applied the gauze, then pressed the surrounding muscles to relax; feeling it was nothing serious, he considered it done.

He threw Wen Si Luo onto the bed, then pulled out a rope from under the bed that was no longer useful, and, through the blanket, bound Wen Si Luo.

Wen Si Luo struggled a few times, not expecting Jin Chen to do that as well.

"Brother!"

"I heard."

Jin Chen responded lazily, leaned in and kissed Wen Si Luo's eye corner: 'Be good and lie still; brother will go regain face for you.'

Wen Si Luo froze for a moment: 'You're going out?'

"It's been almost half a month, dear; even imprisoned people need regular outdoor time."

Jin Chen pinched his nose tip, unable to suppress a laugh: 'My wife has been wronged; I must go myself. Chief Prison Warden Wen, can you give me two hours of outdoor time?'

Wen Si Luo couldn't help but laugh a little.

"Alright then... just two hours; any more won't do."

Wen Si Luo softly clung to Jin Chen, acting cute: 'Your wife will miss you.'

"As you command."

Jin Chen loosened the rope: 'Rest well; after a nap I'll be back.'

【Detected Villain Blackening Value -10, total 35!】

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Nightfall.

A figure flashed past outside the dark curtains.

The leader and subordinates who had just finished the memorial ceremony for Aierde sat on the floor in the room, each bearing injuries of varying severity, evidently just suffered.

No one saw the fleeting figure.

They were still immersed in the momentum of almost killing Wen Si Luo.

"Damn it, one day I'll kill that white-eyed wolf!"

The leader gulped a mouthful, spat blood onto the ground: 'Killing Mr. Aierde, they actually thought everyone in the underground city feared him!'

"Exactly," the subordinate beside him chimed in: 'Normally we show him respect just to give a little face, but that Xigemeng, boss, will he come to help Wen Si Luo take revenge?'

"Pah!"

The leader recalled the fear from that night at the auction house; he still felt his reputation completely ruined, having been out here so long, having killed many, when had he ever been in such a sorry state!

"If he really had the ability, he would have come long ago."

Thud!

A sound of something falling to the ground interrupted the organization leader's cursing.

They exchanged a few wary glances, rose to investigate, but outside the door it was empty.

"Uh!"

A short gasp came from behind several people; when they turned, everyone inhaled sharply, filled with extraordinary fright!

Just moments ago, the extremely arrogant leader was stabbed through with a knife and collapsed neatly to the ground.

Jin Chen, hidden in the darkness, slowly walked out, tossed away the blood‑stained dagger, and raised his gun with his right hand.

"I heard someone is looking for me."

"Xigemeng..."

Those few people stared at each other, guessing that they had probably come for Wen Si Luo, and they retreated, drenched in sweat, until they were backed against the wall with nowhere else to go.

"Who wounded his hand, that… knife‑cut scar?"

"It… it was him."

A subordinate stiffly pointed at the dead leader and said, "We all followed his orders… he wanted to kill Wen Si Luo and take control of the fighting arena."

Jin Chen glanced back and said, "Oh."

If I had known, I would have stabbed him a couple more times.

"What about you?"

"We never had a chance to hurt him!"

Jin Chen said, "What I mean is, please spread the word—if anyone else shows up blind to the trouble, they'll cause problems."

"Okay… okay! We'll definitely do it!"

After that night, the underground city gained another rumor spread by word of mouth, especially reaching the ears of those with private forces, and Duoluoge also contributed a bit to fanning the flames.

It is said that Xigemeng can conjure a tank out of thin air, comes and goes without a trace, and anyone who intends to harm Wen Si Luo may suddenly die in some unknown place.

Wen Si Luo is about to leave the underground city, which is truly good news—it means that the even more terrifying Xigemeng, compared to Satan, will also leave.

After all, they are merely criminals, not superheroes who can escape this bizarre mess.