Chapter 1836: Chapter 427: Too Merciful to Achieve Greatness

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At this moment, gunfire sounded from outside, followed by a hurried footstep: "Sir, we’ve been attacked. Are you alright?"

An anxious inquiry came from outside the tent, and as they spoke, they were about to lift the tent flap and enter.

Colonel Cilin glanced at the young man, who stood calmly with a gentle smile on his lips.

"I’m fine." The tone was steady and accentuated, successfully stopping the footsteps outside.

"What kind of attack?"

"Our men were attacked by a group of forces in the small forest to the west. So far, no casualties have been found. Rest assured, sir, I will quickly find out the other party to prevent any threat to your safety."

"This operation is top-secret and must not be leaked. It’s essential to eliminate this group."

"Yes."

"Leave some alive." 𝕗𝐫𝐞𝕖𝕨𝐞𝗯𝚗𝕠𝘃𝐞𝚕.𝐜𝗼𝚖

The person outside paused to think and asked, "Sir, are you really okay?"

Footsteps sound softly.

Colonel Cilin said in a deep voice: "Sara, do your duty. Don’t tell me you won’t even listen to me?"

The footsteps stopped, "I wouldn’t dare."

"But there is another urgent matter to report. Please allow me to enter, sir."

Colonel Cilin pressed his lips together, glanced at the calm young man, and before he could speak, the other had already lifted the curtain and come in.

Colonel Cilin blinked, and the person’s figure had disappeared, as if everything just now was a mere illusion.

"Sir?" Sara looked at the somewhat distracted Colonel Cilin in puzzlement, his eyes slightly squinted.

Colonel Cilin immediately turned around, assumed a stern expression, and said in a deep voice: "What is it?"

"Just received news that the higher-ups want us to quickly resolve the natives, investigate the oil deposits, and report back. The necessary technical personnel will be immediately dispatched to the island." Sara said quickly.

Those natives?

"What do you think we should do?"

Sara curled his lips, his gaze passing a hint of viciousness, and made a throat-slitting gesture.

Colonel Cilin did not have the habit of killing indiscriminately. Those people were born and raised on this land. Not only did they take away their homes and land, now they also want to wipe them out?

He glanced at the man in front of him. Sara had been with him for a long time and was undoubtedly his most capable subordinate, but the thing he disliked most about him was that he was too cruel, killing without hesitation.

Sara seemed to have guessed Colonel Cilin’s thoughts and laughed: "Sir, don’t you want to keep those people around to seek revenge someday? If not killed now, it will be a constant problem. I know you’re soft-hearted and cannot stand slaughter. Let me handle this...."

"There’s no rush for this matter. Let me think about it some more. I already know what you said. I need to rest now, you may leave." Colonel Cilin waved his hand.

"Sir...." Sara wanted to say something more, but Colonel Cilin had already turned his back.

Sara bit his lip in discontent and quickly scanned the tent surroundings, feeling that a pair of eyes was watching him in the dark. Impossible, the tent couldn’t hide anyone.

"Yes, I take my leave, sir." Sara turned and left, a trace of malice flashing in his eyes.

Colonel Cilin was good in all ways, but unfortunately, his only flaw was being too merciful. This destined him not to achieve great things.

Sir, don’t blame me. This is your own doing.

Colonel Cilin turned his head and glanced at the tent, "Everyone has left."

A figure as light as a snowflake drifted down from the top of the tent, alighting on the ground, elegantly standing tall, the edges of his clothes fluttering.

Colonel Cilin clenched his fist, "Your people?"

The young man walked over, sat at the table, poured himself a cup of tea, and twirled the cup, sniffing lightly with an elegance tinged with flamboyance, a nobility revealing casual grace. It was entrancing, and at this moment, Colonel Cilin finally saw the young man’s full appearance and involuntarily drew a sharp breath.

Typical Dongfang features, yet he was still stunningly impressive beyond words. He couldn’t describe what he saw, reminiscent of the romantic beauty in the Louvre Museum’s paintings, casting mysterious star sparks in the time-flown river.

Such looks, such temperament, could not belong to an ordinary person.

The young man sniffed again, his good-looking brow slightly furrowed, and with a flick of his hand, he splashed the tea away, looking rather disdainful.

Colonel Cilin thought to himself that this was fine red tea.

"You plan to kill all those natives?" the young man asked indifferently.

"I won’t kill them." At the words, Colonel Cilin froze. Why was he so obedient? Whatever the other asked, he answered. The young man’s aura was too strong; instinctively, he felt diminished by an inch. Alas, to think that Colonel Cilin, who braved bullets and shells, was intimidated by a young man, how shameful to say.

"Then you plan to imprison them for life?" The young man’s thin lips slightly curled, his gaze flowing, looking at him with a half-smiling gaze.