Chapter 1748: Rest in Peace, Wu Bo

"Where is the mission rendezvous point? Let's go check it out immediately." A chill ran through Chen Yu's heart, and an ominous premonition welled up.

"It's at Pier No. 2. I don't know much about the infiltrator's identity information." Seeing Chen Yu's tense expression, Zhao Ping became nervous as well.

"Let's go take a look quickly." Chen Yu's brows locked tightly together.

"I'll go get the car." Zhao Ping hurriedly ran out to get the car, and the two of them drove toward Pier No. 2.

By the time they arrived at Pier No. 2, it was already late. Pier No. 2 had been shut down for some time due to certain reasons, and the area beneath the massive tower cranes was filled with shipping containers.

"Wu Bo?" Zhao Ping did not know the specific meeting location; he jumped onto a shipping container and shouted toward his surroundings.

"What are you shouting for? Get down." Chen Yu frowned.

"But I don't know where he is." Zhao Ping hurriedly climbed down, looking somewhat embarrassed.

"I don't know the situation; what will you do if you shout like this and attract the enemy?" Chen Yu said, closing his eyes, then taking a deep breath to probe the surroundings with his divine sense.

A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes and pointed toward a corner in the west: "There."

The two of them quickly rushed in that direction, and Chen Yu stopped in front of a tightly locked shipping container.

"Mr. Chen, is it right here?" Zhao Ping turned his head, grabbed a fire axe, and prepared to break open the container.

But Chen Yu was one step ahead of him; he brought his fingers together in a Sword Finger and made a slight sweeping motion. With several *chi* sounds, the container was breached.

The moment the container was breached, a pitch-black gun barrel inside pointed outward.

The person holding the gun was a young man, and Wu Bo was lying beside him.

"We're on the same side," Chen Yu said in a deep, commanding voice.

"Why should I believe you?" the young man said coldly.

"Wu Bo is our contact. What happened to him?" Zhao Ping was anxious and flashed his credentials: "These are my credentials, look."

The young man glanced at the credentials and only put away his gun after confirming they were on the same side.

"What happened to Wu Bo?" Chen Yu stepped forward quickly and checked Wu Bo's pulse; his expression darkened. Wu Bo's life force was almost completely severed; he was practically dead already.

"We were attacked during our rendezvous. The opponents were all experts who understood Magic. They left after attacking Wu Bo," the young man said hurriedly: "Quick, send Wu Bo to the hospital."

"I'm afraid it's already too late," Chen Yu shook his head slowly: "His life force is almost entirely gone, so there is no need to go to the hospital now."

"No, Mr. Chen, you are a master; please find a way to save Wu Bo." Zhao Ping's expression was one of great shock; he could not accept this fact.

Since coming to Fusang, he had been living with Wu Bo, and Wu Bo had said that he was getting old and wanted to hand everything here over to him, so to him, Wu Bo was like an elder.

Now that Wu Bo was like this, he could not accept the reality.

"In this world, there are many things I cannot do. Birth, aging, sickness, and death are the cycles of the Heavenly Dao; no one can change them." Chen Yu shook his head and pulled open the clothes on Wu Bo's chest, revealing a terrifying blood-colored mark.

"People from the Divine Dao? Is it Jiutun?" A trace of anger appeared in Chen Yu's eyes: "They have started their revenge."

"Wu Bo, wake up, Wu Bo! I still don't understand how to infiltrate here, and there are still many things you haven't taught me. You can't just leave like this." Zhao Ping held Wu Bo and cried out uncontrollably.

This was his elder, his kin, so he could not accept Wu Bo's departure.

Chen Yu sighed; he tapped his right hand on Wu Bo's chest, and a strand of Primordial Qi was channeled into his body.

Wu Bo suddenly opened his eyes. This strand of Chen Yu's Primordial Qi had stimulated his potential, allowing him to communicate normally for a short time.

"If you have anything to say to Wu Bo, say it quickly; he doesn't have much time left," Chen Yu said as he stood up.

"Wu Bo." Zhao Ping stepped forward, gripped Wu Bo's hand tightly, and wiped away his tears.

"What are you crying for? Since you chose to serve the motherland, you should know how difficult this path is. I have been lurking here for decades, watching them sacrifice themselves while I was powerless to help."

Wu Bo said in a deep voice: "I have lived to such an age; I have lived enough. What is there to cry about? A man does not shed tears easily, and besides, you still carry a heavy responsibility."

"Yes, Wu Bo." Zhao Ping wiped his tears dry fiercely and forced a smile: "I will always remember your words."

"Good." Wu Bo nodded with satisfaction, then muttered: "I am old. I have worked here for decades, provided help to hundreds of young people, and watched with my own eyes as dozens of children as young as you died before me."

"I am gone, but this stronghold must remain, because this stronghold is very important. Many of our people need your help when they are at their wit's end." Wu Bo gripped his hand tightly: "This mission, I am handing it over to you from now on."

"Wu Bo, please rest assured. As long as I am here for one day, I will not let this place be empty. I will take over your mission and continue it." Zhao Ping's eyes were red.

"Good, good..." Wu Bo nodded with satisfaction and continued: "Zhao Ping, your abilities are quite good, but you are young and impetuous; you need to be tempered well."

"In the future, no matter what happens, remember to think everything through carefully before acting. You cannot be impulsive, because once you are impulsive, you will pay the price for it. It is extremely detrimental to your future, and you might even cause the deaths of your comrades and friends because of your impulsiveness."

"I understand..." Zhao Ping nodded heavily: "Wu Bo, please rest assured. I will definitely study with an open mind in the future and strive to do a good job with the logistics here."

"Hehe, good." Wu Bo nodded: "With your promise, I can rest easy. You must remember, this is not a simple logistics job. Your work is very important; without you, perhaps those young people would die in a foreign land and never be able to return home."

"I will guard this post well." Zhao Ping grasped Wu Bo's hand.

"Mr. Chen." Wu Bo raised his head to look at Chen Yu.

"I am here, Wu Bo." Chen Yu walked over.

"Thank you for coming. After I am gone, please take good care of Xin'er. She is a pitiful person," Wu Bo said: "She is the only person I cannot let go of."

"Wu Bo, please rest assured. I will take good care of Xin'er. I will not let her suffer any grievances, and no one will dare to bully her," Chen Yu said.

"Then, I have no more worries." Wu Bo smiled. He slowly closed his eyes and muttered: "How many years has it been? I have never had a good night's sleep. Now, I can finally get some good rest."

His voice grew fainter and fainter, and finally, his head slowly sank.