The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 413

"Of course, this matter obviously cannot be summed up as the pursuit of immortality, but rather defined as Hygiene, Science and Education cause, personally supervised in combat by ten Marshals, giving rise to the Dragon Team in the process. The rest, that involves top-secret information. Apart from a few old leaders, no one else is permitted to inquire. I don’t know either. Anyhow, the news I later received was to track down Huatuo’s Tomb with all our might. You know what happened afterwards, so there’s no need for me to elaborate."

"What is it that you want my help with this time I’m back? To kill someone, or to smuggle goods?" Ye Tian’s tone was tinged with irony, mostly teasing.

Two concepts quickly formulated in his mind; one was to put off revenge for the time being, and the other that these people were just spouting nonsense.

The Admiral sitting squarely in the center began to speak with a serious tone, "Ye Tian, we hope you can return to Dragon Team, take control of this unit that’s showing signs of decline, and then locate Huatuo’s Tomb."

"I’m sorry, General. The information I have is that all the brothers who participated in this mission with me were killed, and I was just lucky enough to escape by the skin of my teeth. Now to ask me to go back in, I honestly can’t guarantee I’ll step in dog shit again and survive."

Unspoken, he was refusing.

The atmosphere in the operation room began to grow delicate, with each of the old men sporting different expressions. Ye Tian alone wore a look of ease.

The Admiral at the center looked at Ye Tian, eyes filled with decades of vicissitudes, eliciting a sudden pang of pity from Ye Tian.

It was this old man who might be the very hand that had pushed him off the cliff, but seeing him seated before him now, the hesitation in his heart kept resurfacing; it seemed this man carried with him burdens far greater than just Ye Tian.

The Admiral said, "Don’t you want to know if there really is such a thing as the art of immortality in this world? If it’s actually achievable, you could be the only person in the country with access to it."

"Stop it. First, I absolutely don’t believe there’s such a thing as immortality in this world. I’m just an ordinary flesh-and-blood person, not comparable to those emperors and heroes who couldn’t even obtain these things; much less a commoner like me. Second, my brothers’ lives have been lost to this. I won’t blindly stay loyal to a fault, and you shouldn’t bother trying to lure me with these offers. Compared with my little life, I much prefer to stay alive."

Once again, the five people fell into collective silence.

"Do you really think all your comrades are dead?"

The Political Commissar finally spoke, yet his words sparked curiosity in Ye Tian. Seeing Ye Tian’s eyebrows leap, the Political Commissar continued, "Don’t you want to see them again?"

"What are you blabbering about?"

"I’m not blabbering nonsense. Ye Tian, think about it, why is it that out of all the people who encountered the same thing, it’s just you who survived, and the others died? From the moment you set foot back onto the motherland, some have been speculating that something unknown might have happened to you. I won’t ask what indeed happened here; if you don’t want to talk about it, no matter how much I ask, you won’t tell. But I do ask you this, haven’t you ever pondered what happened to you?"

The Political Commissar’s question suddenly made Ye Tian recall many past events. His right wrist still held tightly the Nine Emperor Bell brought out from among Huatuo’s Tomb funerary objects, if what Pig Hu once said held true, then didn’t his body indeed possess the Medicine of Immortality they’d been seeking?

Ye Tian’s heart suddenly tightened, not because he feared his body’s secret being discovered, but because he began to consider what the Political Commissar had just said; if he managed to survive by chance with the Nine Emperor Bell, then it’s possible the others might have also obtained other items aiding their survival. After all, he hadn’t witnessed their deaths with his own eyes.

"Are you telling the truth?"

"True or false, you know best in your heart. Do you remember Gongsun Muyang?"

That old man used to straddle his legs?

"Rest assured, this matter has nothing to do with him. I’m referring to someone else. Chao, come in."

As soon as these words were spoken, the tent at the entrance was lifted, and a young man in his twenties walked in. Shorter but full of fervent Essence Qi, the total opposite of Ye Tian who brimmed with explosive power, the newcomer seemed more like a venomous serpent poised to strike with deadly force. What piqued Ye Tian’s curiosity was the young man’s right arm wrapped in white bandages, winding up his arm, covering it thoroughly from fingers to shoulder.

"Ma Chao, pleased to make your acquaintance."

He actually took the initiative to greet him.

Ye Tian simply nodded back at him.

"Gongsun, did you kill him?"

Ye Tian nodded, "Were you close?"

"Not really, he showed me a move or two. No master-disciple relationship in name, but there was a connection."

The back-and-forth between the two left the nearby Political Commissar feeling left out.

"Cough cough, Ye Tian, considering the question just now, are you willing to return to Dragon Team?"

Ye Tian shrugged, "As long as I’m interested, I can find anyone, there’s no necessity to join Dragon Team."

"What I’m saying is not about that. It’s about locating the whereabouts of the ancient relics stolen from Huatuo’s Tomb and retrieving them to bolster Huaxia’s national defense capabilities."

"The superpower squad?"

"Yes, sort of."

Images flashed in Ye Tian’s mind of people sparking cigarettes with their fingertips or gambling gods using supernatural abilities to change playing card numbers. The corner of his mouth revealed an involuntary sneer of contempt, "I say, you all believe in this stuff, but it would be better off improving the living conditions of our border soldiers."

"You don’t believe?"

"Not one bit!"

The Political Commissar no longer attempted to persuade Ye Tian but instead gave Ma Chao a look. The latter got the message, starting to unravel the bandage from his right arm, layer by layer.

Initially, Ye Tian paid no mind, but as the bandages came undone and the fingers were exposed, Ye Tian immediately felt a strong sense of menace emanating from that arm. Dark nails, darkened knuckles, skinny and dried like the sturdy roots of an old tree, the five fingers seemed to have withstood the ravages of endless epochs, a malicious aura rushing towards Ye Tian.

Yet the palm that touched the air rapidly swelled, its overwhelming psychic force enough to shatter both body and soul, making Ye Tian instantly feel as insignificant as an ant in front of an elephant, tempting death by its very proximity. Looking at Ma Chao’s changing complexion, with the healthy flush giving way to a spreading blackness, and his eyes bloodshot red, he looked like he was suffering from some kind of disease.