Urban Super Soldier King-Chapter 828: Good Brothers Clash with Weapons

Qing Lang was ranked sixth in their squad, specializing in reconnaissance. He was the most talkative and energetic among the team members.

Especially after Xiang Yu joined, he took great care of Xiang Yu, often teaching him new skills and knowledge. Their relationship was particularly close.

The intelligence work at the time was handled by him. If there was a traitor among them, Qing Lang was the most suspicious.

Although Xiang Yu did not want to believe it, the facts were undeniable. He had no choice but to accept them. Holding a dagger tightly in his hand, Xiang Yu’s gaze showed firm determination.

"Is this how you treat Sixth Brother?" Qing Lang took a deep drag on his cigarette and exhaled slowly, his demeanor relaxed, sharply contrasting with the intensity of Xiang Yu’s expression.

"I just want to ask you—why are you still alive?" Xiang Yu struggled to keep his emotions in check and voiced his words with deliberate precision.

Qing Lang suddenly burst into laughter, shaking his head as he retorted, "Why are you still alive? If you can live, why can’t I?"

"What about the others?" Xiang Yu gritted his teeth so hard he could nearly hear the grinding sound.

"Dead," Qing Lang said nonchalantly. He flicked his cigarette butt to the ground, stomping it out with his foot, then pulled out a lighter. ƒreewebηoveℓ.com

"You betrayed them."

Qing Lang paused as he held the lighter, then lit his cigarette. With an expression of cold indifference, he looked at Xiang Yu and said, "Everyone has different pursuits. You can’t blame me for that."

Qing Lang’s words sent a trembling shudder through Xiang Yu’s entire body. Yes, everyone has their own pursuits. Xiang Yu had no right to decide others’ choices. But to betray one’s brothers—that was something he could never forgive.

Having spent so long navigating life in society, the first rule Xiang Yu had always upheld for his brothers was never to betray one another.

No matter how capable or outstanding one might be, the moment they broke this rule, Xiang Yu would never accept them.

Xiang Yu stood there with an icy expression, as stoic as a statue on the surface. Yet deep inside, he was bleeding, his heart torn apart.

Qing Lang had been Xiang Yu’s first mentor upon joining the squad, having greatly contributed to Xiang Yu’s development.

Back then, Xiang Yu had been a clumsy and withdrawn teenager, requiring guidance in many areas. Qing Lang had patiently answered his every question.

It could be said that Qing Lang had occupied an important place in Xiang Yu’s heart. But now to learn that Qing Lang was the traitor—how could he possibly accept that?

In this moment, Xiang Yu felt the urge to scream. He wanted to rush at Qing Lang and punch him. Was all their camaraderie simply a lie?

"Pfft!" Though Xiang Yu tried hard to suppress his emotions, he couldn’t stop himself from coughing up blood.

He had once thought scenes of spitting blood from grief on TV were fictitious, something that defied logic. But now he realized—they were real.

At this moment, Xiang Yu deeply regretted his choice to survive back then. He wished he had perished alongside the captain and the team, sparing himself the agony of betrayal.

Slowly wiping the blood from the corner of his mouth, Xiang Yu’s gaze grew colder and colder.

"Qing Lang, you know that betrayal by a brother is the thing I hate most," Xiang Yu said with restrained fury, each word deliberate.

"Hahaha..." Qing Lang suddenly erupted into loud laughter, doubling over in amusement. His laughter lasted a full ten seconds before subsiding. He glanced mockingly at Xiang Yu and said, "Kid, you’re still too naive. If you want to blame someone, blame your blind eyes."

"Are you going to end it yourself, or shall I step in?" Xiang Yu kept his eyes fixed on the ground, avoiding Qing Lang’s face as he feared he might soften if he looked him in the eye.

Seeing Xiang Yu’s demeanor, Qing Lang laughed again and pointed at him. "Do you remember how the first knife you threw in Special Forces was taught by me? And now you want to fight me? You’re still too green."

"If you won’t, then I will." Xiang Yu’s grip on the dagger tightened as he raised his cold gaze to Qing Lang.

In the same instant, Xiang Yu hurled the dagger forward. At that moment, his gaze was resolute, his heart crying out silently, "Sixth Brother!"

A faint smile formed at the corner of his lips, as if in that moment, everything would find closure, as if all his troubles would dissipate in the present.

In that instant, he returned to the past—the day he first joined the Special Forces.

At dawn, a squad of ten was lined up, ready for their morning drill. A young, inexperienced boy hurriedly ran over, backpack slung on his shoulders.

"Wait up, wait for me!" The boy sprinted forward, standing straight before the squad. "Report, I am Number 23, newly assigned to Special Forces Third Squad."

"You’re the new recruit?" The captain asked from the side, looking at Xiang Yu.

"Yes!" Xiang Yu shouted energetically.

"Late on your first day? Fifty laps around the track," the captain said sternly.

"Understood!" Without hesitation, Xiang Yu sprinted toward the track.

Just as Xiang Yu began running, the entire squad burst into laughter.

"How did such a silly soldier make it in here? Truly baffling," this observation came from Qing Lang.

The captain chuckled as well and said, "This kid’s got potential. Look at him—he ran over here without even breaking a sweat. If we train him properly, he could turn out fine."

"Come on, look at his clueless face; he’s like a block of wood," Qing Lang laughed loudly.

The squad members looked at Qing Lang mischievously, sensing he was about to be assigned a headache, and Qing Lang immediately shut his mouth in apprehension.

"Qing Lang, this new recruit is yours to oversee. You’ll be responsible for his training from now on," the captain said sternly.

"No way, someone as brilliant as me can’t waste my time teaching this block of wood. Not happening—find someone else," Qing Lang protested.

"This is an order; no complaints allowed," the captain said with unwavering authority.

The squad broke into boisterous laughter, creating an unusually lively atmosphere despite it being morning drill time in Special Forces Third Squad.

From that moment forward, Xiang Yu officially became part of the Special Forces. Back then, he hadn’t thought much about it—he just thought the Special Forces were extremely cool.

Since he was new, Xiang Yu took on many mundane tasks: running errands, doing laundry, even giving massages. It all fell to him.

But he didn’t mind, because he genuinely enjoyed being with his comrades. Around them, he felt like a child, discovering much to learn.

Especially Qing Lang—he admired Qing Lang like a walking encyclopedia, someone who seemed to know everything and understand all things. Following Qing Lang around promised endless knowledge.

It wasn’t just reconnaissance tactics Qing Lang had taught Xiang Yu—he had also imparted combat techniques, including the art of wielding daggers.

Those were joyful times for Xiang Yu, even if he was the squad’s source of amusement. Yet even so, they took care of him.

Once, during a run, Xiang Yu accidentally collided with members of Squad Two, earning a beating from them.

Back then, Xiang Yu came back bruised and swollen, utterly humiliated.

The captain called for an emergency meeting and decided that they would launch a counterattack at night.

Sure enough, come nightfall, the captain led the squad to sneak into Squad Two’s barracks and deliver a thrashing while the rivals slept soundly...

(What do I do if my own writing made me cry...)