Genius Club

Chapter 251

Chapter 251: Chapter 69: You Lost Chapter 251: Chapter 69: You Lost 00:40

Click.

Lin Xian pressed down on the mahogany double doors’ handle, pushed open the door, walked into the courtyard, slipped on the overcoat draped over his arm, and then walked down the steps.

Ji Lin leisurely followed behind Lin Xian, escorting him to the villa’s courtyard entrance.

In front, the wide, deserted, and dimly lit internal road stretched out.

All the surrounding villa lights had dimmed...

This place, with few residents to begin with and more commonly used as a vacation spot, had practically no lights on now, apart from Ji Lin’s courtyard.

Clouds scudded across the sky.

...

The frost on the ground swept away like a receding tide.

The moon was once again obscured by the clouds, shrouding the ground in darkness anew.

“Lin Xian.”

Just as Lin Xian walked out of the villa’s courtyard gate, Ji Lin called out to him from behind.

He turned around.

There Ji Lin stood, just inches away behind him.

Very close.

“I think...

I might have misspoken about something before.”

“What’s that?”

Lin Xian turned to face Ji Lin, standing still.

“I’ve told you a few times before that Xu Yun was the first friend in my life.”

“Isn’t he?”

Ji Lin shook his head:

“I used to think so, but now I feel it might not be the case.”

Thud.

Ji Lin’s right hand rested on Lin Xian’s shoulder:

“After he died, I did feel terrible.

But now, thinking about it carefully, such a degree of discomfort shouldn’t count as friendship, right?

Whether it’s the passing of family or friends, normal emotions should be more than just feeling terrible, right?”

“Then what should it be?” Lin Xian looked up, making eye contact with Ji Lin.

His ears...

He could faintly hear a car accelerating in the pitch-black night in the distance.

And at the same time.

The right hand Ji Lin placed on his shoulder began to gradually exert force.

The pressure was getting stronger!

So that was it...

Lin Xian had an epiphany in an instant, understanding the specific plan Ji Lin and his group had prepared for the murder at 00:42—

It was now.

In the moment when the car in the night was about to accelerate towards them.

Ji Lin would pretend to give a friendly pat on the shoulder, and while Lin Xian was off guard, forcefully shove him out.

Pushed into the road, Lin Xian would stumble and fall; even if he didn’t, losing his balance for that moment would be enough for the speeding vehicle to hit and kill him.

Hmph.

Such was the plan.@@@@

Bring it on.

Lin Xian relaxed his entire body.

Giving Ji Lin the opportunity to push him at any moment.

Bring it on.

Push me.

That’s exactly the action I want from you to kill me.

As Ji Lin’s arm bent, getting ready to exert force...

This slender, fair-skinned, lazy-looking youth lifted his head, his gaze trembling as he looked at Lin Xian:

“[If it were you who died, I imagine I would be more than just upset...

“…”

The silent old man said nothing.

He had no superfluous expressions.

He simply raised his hands in surrender.

He sighed.

His eyes showed no regret, no remorse, no apprehension, and no fear.

Just a deep disappointment as he gazed towards the site of the explosion…

Looking at the courtyard that was surrounded…

Looking at the pale young man who had fallen to the ground.

In the courtyard.

Ji Lin, targeted by numerous gun barrels, remained silent, looking up at Lin Xian.

Lin Xian stood in the middle of the road, motionless, looking back down at Ji Lin.

Their gazes met, separated by an opened gate to the courtyard.

Yet it seemed as if it were separated by a locked fence.

They said nothing.

They just silently looked into each other’s eyes…

As if that explained everything.

Everything was clear.

…

Lin Xian turned his head and walked toward the taxi that had been crushed and was emitting white smoke.

Because of the severe impact,

the windshield completely shattered, and the driver was half-ejected from the interior.

But by now, it was evident that he had lost his life.

Several sharp iron bars had mercilessly penetrated his body.

Especially the one that pierced through his heart… running straight through from his back, the blood that now spurted out lacked the initial force, as mere traces of blood trickled down along the bars.

It seemed his blood had already run dry.

Lin Xian continued stepping forward.

He saw the driver, half-ejected from the taxi, wearing sunglasses, a mask, and a head cover…

Dressed exactly the same as Sergeant Sam, who had killed Xu Yun before.

And under that mask—who could it be?

Was it Zhou Duanyun, who came back to the country in secret and mysteriously wanted to kill him?

Or was it a second Sergeant Sam, a new lackey of Ji Xinshui?

Step.

Lin Xian stopped beside the driver’s body.

He took a deep breath and removed the sunglasses and mask from the driver’s face—

Bloodless and pale lips.

Clean and green stubble.

Lifeless, unfocused pupils.

And…

On the right cheek.

The scar that covered the entire side of the face.

…

The moon emerged from behind the dark clouds.

Moonlight once again illuminated this quiet world.

In the distance.

A curvaceous figure stood amongst the shadows of the trees in the man-made viewing forest, quietly watching everything unfold, gently clapping her hands.

Clap, clap, clap.

“Still so thrilling, little Lin Xian,” she smiled.

Her azure eyes, as clear as glass, took on an even stranger and more fluid shade of blue under the moonlight:

“Just this time, your victory...

is a bit bedraggled, isn’t it?”