Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 810: Only Respect the Facts and Truth

Wu Yue leaned against Xiang Yu’s shoulder, feeling a happiness she had never experienced before. This feeling was strange, completely different from how she felt about Feng Lan.

"If only we could just stay like this forever," Wu Yue murmured softly as she lay there.

Shi Jian was initially a bit awkward, but now, seeing the other party acting like a young girl lying on his shoulder with her eyes closed, his heart softened.

After all, she was just a woman. Shi Jian couldn’t resist extending his arm to wrap around her waist. Wu Yue’s entire body shuddered slightly, but she didn’t resist; instead, she fell directly into Shi Jian’s arms.

"Do you agree to everything I mentioned earlier?" Feng Lan asked gently.

"I agree to it all," Shi Jian replied, lowering his head to look at the woman in his arms. Her large eyes and fluttering long lashes were incredibly beautiful. If not for the long-term outdoor work that had left her skin a bit dry, with some care, she would undoubtedly be a great beauty, no less stunning than Feng Lan. fɾēewebnσveℓ.com

Upon hearing Shi Jian’s promise, Wu Yue finally lifted her head to look at him. A hint of slyness flashed in her eyes as she said, "While I’m not around, if you dare to find another woman, I’ll cut your little buddy off. I’ve done things like that plenty of times before."

"..."

Seeing her gaze, Shi Jian had no doubts about the truth of her words. He couldn’t help but sigh in his heart. Was picking an assertive woman a blessing or a curse?

As the two gazed at each other affectionately, drawing closer and closer—just when their lips were about to meet—the room door suddenly burst open with a bang.

Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan stood dumbly in the doorway for a full two seconds. Tie Zhuzi reacted first, retreating without a word, and shut the door behind him.

Shi Jian wasn’t embarrassed and simply smiled faintly, intending to embrace the beauty once more. But at that moment, Wu Yue jolted upright.

"You better remember everything I’ve said." With that, Wu Yue strutted out confidently, leaving Shi Jian alone, feeling bewildered like he had just been tricked into marriage.

Not long after Wu Yue left, Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan came back in. Neither of them said anything—they just sat quietly across from Shi Jian.

"Xiao Xuan, what’s for lunch?" Tie Zhuzi asked nonchalantly.

"I feel like going out for some lobster," Xiao Xuan chimed in, playing along.

"I think the bird’s nest soup in this hotel is pretty good. How about we try it for lunch?" Tie Zhuzi added.

The two chatted away idly, completely ignoring Shi Jian’s presence. Shi Jian tried several times to join the conversation but couldn’t get a word in, feeling increasingly awkward.

Finally, when Shi Jian felt there was nothing more to say, he stood up to leave. Tie Zhuzi and Xiao Xuan burst into uncontrollable laughter.

Xiang Yu had slept through the entire morning and only woke up around two in the afternoon. By then, Shi Jian and the others had all gathered in Xiang Yu’s room.

Wu Yue sat close to Shi Jian. Feng Lan, aware of their relationship, felt happy for Wu Yue.

In front of the group, Wu Yue always carried herself like a queen—domineering and strong-willed. It was hard for anyone to imagine that Wu Yue could exhibit such tenderness.

Still groggy, Xiang Yu climbed out of bed, made his way to the sofa, and sat down. "Did you all just wake up too?" he asked.

Everyone exchanged smiles. They were familiar with Xiang Yu’s habits—he always seemed a little dazed after waking up.

Feng Lan poured Xiang Yu a glass of water and placed it beside him. The group remained silent, as if waiting for something.

After drinking his water and sitting quietly for a moment, Xiang Yu finally spoke, "What are all of your thoughts?"

Still, no one answered. They all looked at Xiang Yu, clearly awaiting his opinion.

Turning to Feng Lan, Xiang Yu asked, "What do you think?"

Feng Lan’s expression was resolute, but when her gaze shifted to Wu Yue, it softened. For years, she had been fighting for the truth.

What she wanted was to restore her sisters’ honor. Only by doing so could she bring them peace in the afterlife and allow the living to retain their dignity.

But seeing Wu Yue so happy made her hesitate. She understood that this path would be fraught with danger—choosing it meant she couldn’t guarantee everyone’s safety.

As if sensing Feng Lan’s internal struggle, Wu Yue’s gaze turned firm. "Xiao Lan, I understand what you’re thinking. I support you. If I had to live my life muddle-headed like this, I wouldn’t be truly happy," she said.

Feng Lan nodded upon hearing this. A renewed determination filled her eyes as she turned to Xiang Yu and asked, "When do we start?"

Seeing Feng Lan’s expression, Xiang Yu knew they had reached their decision. In truth, Shi Jian and the others were unaware of the details of the matter.

Shi Jian sat there feeling as if he were listening to a foreign language. He had no clue what Xiang Yu and the others were discussing, but he didn’t ask either.

"Shi Jian, you should head back first and take care of things here," Xiang Yu said.

Shi Jian nodded, then stood up. Wu Yue immediately rose as well, her eyes filled with reluctance. Having just found someone she cared for, she now had to face separation—it was cruel to her.

In that moment, Shi Jian also began to feel an inexplicable fondness for Wu Yue. But to say he loved her—that point hadn’t been reached yet.

"I’m leaving now," Shi Jian said to Wu Yue.

Wu Yue’s expression was tender, her eyes filled with affection as she looked at him and said, "Remember what I told you. If I find out you’ve disobeyed me, I’ll really cut it off."

Shi Jian: "..."

The group: "..."

Shi Jian coughed awkwardly a few times before finally turning to leave. It seemed he would truly need to restrain himself in the future. If Wu Yue ever found out, his "little buddy" wouldn’t stand a chance.

As soon as Shi Jian left, the five remaining in the room were all Xiang Yu’s closest allies. Xiang Yu had nothing to hide from them. Turning to Wu Yue, he said, "I need to ask you something."

Wu Yue, still immersed in the emotions from Shi Jian’s departure, quickly collected herself upon hearing Xiang Yu’s question and nodded. "Go ahead," she said.

"Who was your direct superior at the time?" Xiang Yu asked directly.

Now that they were all standing on the same side, working toward a common goal, Xiang Yu saw no need to beat around the bush.

Still, as soon as he voiced the question, he felt a twinge of unease. He worried about hearing something he wasn’t prepared for.

Wu Yue quickly assumed a serious demeanor. As Xiang Yu brought up the topic, she seemed to sink into deep thought, as if reliving those past events.

The expression she wore mirrored Feng Lan’s from earlier—they were both individuals burdened with stories, and thus deeply understood each other’s emotions.

"Why are you asking this? Do you suspect them of something?" Wu Yue sighed and eventually looked at Xiang Yu.

"I don’t suspect anyone. I only respect the truth," Xiang Yu responded calmly...