The Story Of Ling And Heng

Chapter 745: The Story Of Ling And Heng (8)

The jackals and leopards in the jungle were certainly not a problem for Feng Ling. She was raised on the milk of wolves when she was a child. She didn't learn the skills to survive in a jungle cave before she was five years old for nothing. Since she could survive living with a pack of wolves, in the face of the great dangers of the jungle and the biting battles between wild animals, she surely had ways to protect herself.

Perhaps because she had drunk wolf's milk, she had a dangerous smell that some animals could smell, so they were afraid to come near her.

It took her only a third of the time that an ordinary person would spend to escape from the other side of the jungle, and to avoid being caught outside, she swam away by a river that diverged from the other side.

When she reached the shore, her clothes were all wet, so she had to pile up wood and light a fire near the river to dry her clothes. It took her only a few minutes to find something to eat and to use, and she had no fear of being alone in this dark and dangerous jungle.

But she probably wouldn't be able to sleep tonight.

After all, the gangsters who had taken her in had been caught, and she had lived in an orphanage for another year. Now the outside world was still strange to her, and she still did not know how to live a normal life.

Li Nanheng couldn't sleep either.

He sat in his huge black Hummer. As he rolled down the windows of his car, he saw the stars above the jungle brighter than the lights of the city. Outside the car, several of his men still couldn't find that 'boy.'They waited all night for her to come out of the jungle where she was supposed to go, but she hadn't shown up.

Time was always precious to the people at XI Base, and this visit to the orphanage designated by the Li family was just a routine. But now all of them were waiting for a teenage 'boy.' Only Li Nanheng himself knew how precious the time they had wasted here was.

His men went to the car. Obviously, Boss intended to continue to wait and had no intention of leaving.

Without Boss Li's permission, no one dared to stop searching for that boy.

The second day, it was already past eight o 'clock, but there was not even a footprint at the exit of the jungle.

Nanheng walked through the jungle with one hand behind his back, his face impassive, and his eyes coldly scanning the higher thickets on the other side that made it impossible to predict what was in the distance. Then he turned and walked straight over.

A few hundred meters away from the thicket was a silent river, not very wide, but apparently deep.

What immediately caught his attention was a blackened mark in the grass on the other side of the river. It was evident that someone had been warming herself by a fire there last night, but she had escaped again.

Nanheng took the unlit cigarette out of his mouth and looked coldly and fiercely at the blackened patch on the other side of the river, saying only two words, "Very good."

His voice was so cold that his men behind him shivered instantly.

They knew too well of Boss's temper. For a man who was born with a silver spoon like him, it must be the first time that he was fooled by a brat.

Boss probably wanted to tear him apart now.

His men dared not even to breathe. They silently prayed for the boy who had escaped from the orphanage, hoping that he would not be caught by Boss Li. Otherwise, he would be killed right away.

"Go back to the orphanage and check on her," Nanheng said coldly.

His men wondered why he said 'her.' After all, except Nanheng who knew Feng Ling was a girl, no one could guess that the boy who was so good at martial arts was actually a fair-skinned girl.

They quickly returned to the orphanage, only to find that even the people at the orphanage did not know where the boy was from.

One of them explained the investigation result to Boss Li. He coughed. "The people at the orphanage did not know the details of the boy, only that he was rescued from the hands of a group of gangsters who had been eliminated a year earlier. He was used as a tool by the gangsters, struggling to survive into his teens. The police pitied him and sent him to the orphanage, but he never communicated with others and didn't seem to be a good boy. They were afraid that he might offend you, so they didn't let him show up with the other children."

When Nanheng heard this, his eyes turned cold.

The man continued. "Boss, we don't know those gangsters that he used to serve, nor if he joined the police to eliminate them, so it's difficult for us to get his detailed information. I don't think he has a deep affection for those gangsters, but he is really good at martial arts. Most importantly, he moves really fast in battle, unexpectedly fast."

She didn't just move fast.

He moved fast, hit powerfully, and struck precisely.

She was only a young girl, but she had a jackal-like keenness and decisiveness.

Nanheng sat still in the car, the cigarette between his fingers still not lit, and he looked a little grumpy.

No one else had ever escaped right under his nose.

Then he got out of the car and looked down into the jungle as if he were trampling half the city of Los Angeles underfoot.

"Keep an eye on other areas of Los Angeles. She escaped from the orphanage alone. It's not that easy for her to survive." Nanheng turned around and there was a cold gleam in his eyes.

His men paused. "Shall we inform the police?"

Nanheng lit the cigarette and the light from it flickered faintly. He coldly narrowed his eyes and said flatly, "No, desperate people will choose to throw themselves into the net."

The black Hummers drove away from the orphanage. When it drove past the jungle, Nanheng drove the car to the other side of the river, where there was still the blackened mark on the ground. He didn't come here just now but only took a look from a distance.

Now he looked closer and found, near the blackened grass, a sign made of a heap of tiny stones.

This was a symbol of defiance used by gangsters.

Several of his men followed over, took a glance at the symbol, and were shocked.

God! Was Boss Li who would make the most ferocious gangsters tremble with fear literally provoked by a brat?

Was he courting death?!

They looked up and felt as if the temperature had suddenly dropped to a freezing point.

He stared at the symbol on the ground, walked over, stared at the ground for a while, and suddenly sneered.

He could see that the earth beneath the pile of stones was a little loose, and there must have been some of the usual mud mines in the jungle. If he came up to destroy the symbol, the mud mines would blow up and spray him with smelly mud.

She was courting death indeed.

This darn girl was really a daredevil!