Chapter 115: Training (Part One)

Mo Lan had finally calmed her mind recently. Every day, she and An Feng secretly trained this group of officers to handle emergencies involving assassins. After all, those killers were all experts. The current officers were strong, but could never match the cunning of those assassins.

The chief was overjoyed to see his officers becoming more outstanding than ever. Yet, this very situation made him uneasy, as if An Feng and Mo Lan were preparing for something big, and there was a real chance they might get hurt.

He wanted to remind them to protect themselves, but couldn’t find the right words—he didn’t want to seem too partial.

Recently, Xiao Qi and Liu Fei had also joined the intense training. Their skills improved considerably, and their courage grew as well. The only thing unchanged was the wisdom within their minds.

Xiao Qi was carefree and cheerful every day, as if she never realized danger was creeping closer.

Mo Lan was busier than ever, with no time to worry about anything else. She had only one thought: to finish training the team as soon as possible, then hurry and bring Qian Yin back. Qian Yin had been away for so long; Mo Lan wondered if anything had happened to her.

East, South, West, and North had reached an agreement with Mo Lan—not to step out of the Mo family home for the entire year, staying behind to guard the two elders. The condition was that Qian Yin must be returned safe and sound, and the Cold-Blooded Clover fragment, “Cold-Blooded’s relic,” was handed over to Mo Lan to be delivered intact to Qian Yin.

An Feng, seeing Mo Lan drenched in sweat, brought her a bottle of iced milk and said, “Have some milk, replenish your strength.”

An Feng felt helpless. He really didn’t want to train these officers this way—it was like forcing seedlings to grow. These people needed at least three or four years of practice to reach their level. Could they manage it in just half a month?

Mo Lan didn’t speak, took the milk, opened it, and drank a sip. Though she hadn’t rushed to rescue Qian Yin and had agreed with An Feng’s plan, she was still angry with him.

This man always put the greater good above all else. Couldn’t he have a bit of personal feeling? If someday work clashed with her life, would he deal with business first, and only then consider her fate?

The more she thought about it, the angrier she became. Sometimes she suddenly felt this man wasn’t suited for her at all—he didn’t understand what she liked or wanted.

The other officers were force-fed a dose of “dog food”—they glanced at each other. Though exhausted these days, they felt fulfilled and had learned a lot.

Nearly half the officers came to learn. Mo Lan was puzzled why Xiao Lin hadn’t shown up. He wasn’t in her department, but he should still be here. Yet, she couldn’t find him anywhere.

“Do you know where Xiao Lin went? I haven’t seen him at all lately.” Since training began, Mo Lan hadn’t seen Xiao Lin. This guy was always scheming, clearly not the type to stay out of trouble. As for why he worked at the police station, Mo Lan had no idea.

An Feng was helpless. How long would this girl stay angry? Still, on this matter, they truly had no common ground, which was the reason for their quarrel. It was just a spat—no need to escalate into a cold war.

“I haven’t seen him in ages. Honestly, I’d forgotten he even existed,” Xiao Qi said, carefree as always, then grabbed the iced milk Mo Lan had just drunk and took a huge gulp. The others exchanged glances at this scene.

Liu Fei saw the murderous look in An Feng’s eyes and quickly pulled Xiao Qi away. Xiao Qi was unfazed, finishing the milk and tossing the empty bottle into the bin.

Mo Lan didn’t care, waved her hand to show it was nothing to do with her. She and Qian Yin could share water, milk tea, fruit from the same cup, but with anyone else, she wouldn’t. Since Xiao Qi had drunk it, even if Mo Lan didn’t finish it herself, she would never take another sip.

“Let’s start training,” An Feng said angrily. Xiao Qi was thoughtless, but did the others really not understand?

The officers had barely rested for five minutes before training resumed—thanks to Xiao Qi provoking Captain An Feng. Lined up neatly, Mo Lan stood beside An Feng, watching this batch of weary officers.

“Each of you, run five hundred laps around here. The team must not scatter, can’t run too fast, can’t run too slow. Begin,” An Feng ordered, then watched from the sidelines, not planning to join in.

Mo Lan was exhausted too and didn’t intend to run with them. Her stamina was limited and couldn’t be wasted now.

Except for Liu Fei, the other officers glared at Xiao Qi, thinking she was especially skilled at stirring things up—a simple gesture could trigger Captain An Feng’s temper.

Liu Fei didn’t mind. More training was good for him. He always knew his foundation wasn’t solid enough, so retraining was a good thing.

Xiao Qi didn’t care either—five hundred laps, and she’d just get someone to massage her legs at home tonight.

The other officers weren’t so lucky. Their foundation lagged behind, their stamina couldn’t match, and their family backgrounds weren’t as comfortable—no one to tend to them. Exhausted by training, they were even more worn out at home.

So, they secretly nursed a grudge against Xiao Qi, vowing to repay her someday—the hardship today wouldn’t go unpunished.

Mo Lan watched them start running, then called the chief. Though the distance was short, she didn’t want to leave—not wanting these people out of her sight, she had to personally supervise them to the end.

“Hey, Mo Lan is right at the station, why call?” the chief was puzzled. It was just a few steps away. Were they up to something again?

“No, they’re training. I want you to check where Xiao Lin went. Did you send him out on an assignment?” Mo Lan told the chief clearly she suspected this man, hoping he’d investigate.

The chief muttered, “Xiao Lin…” and suddenly remembered.

“Oh, I remember now.”

“The last time you all came back from Nanjing, it was he who told me you were hiding snake venom powder in your car.”

The chief was angered just thinking about it—this Xiao Lin had made him lose composure in front of An Feng, and even made him suspect An Feng. But he really hadn’t seen Xiao Lin lately.

Mo Lan immediately realized Xiao Lin must have gone to inform the boss—when did he get close to the boss? Was it when she wanted to drive him out?

“What’s wrong?” An Feng noticed Mo Lan’s expression turn from confusion to rage. Curious, he approached, ignoring whether Mo Lan was still angry.

“Xiao Lin is a traitor. He’s secretly helping the boss, observing what we’re up to. But he hasn’t shown up for days. I bet he went up the mountain the first day we began training.” Mo Lan gritted her teeth at the thought—this guy, instead of being a decent officer, insisted on doing the boss’s dirty work.