I Get A Random New Occupation Every Week-Chapter 2528 - 2529: This is Fate

"Narrow my ass!"

Lin Yi said, "That’s all bullshit meant to fool people. Stop thinking about useless things. You’ve killed so many people, God won’t take you. Stop wasting your time with pointless thoughts. I’ll personally perform the surgery on you—one bullet won’t kill you!"

"Cough, cough, cough..."

Zhang Long coughed out another mouthful of blood, gasping heavily.

At this moment, saying a complete sentence was already a luxury for him.

"During my days in Yanjing... Elder Lu treated me well... Aside from the basic training, he’d give me two days off every week so I could go back home and visit..."

After managing to finish one sentence, Zhang Long gasped several more times.

"Every time I went home, the people in the village would say I’ve done well for myself... but I feel unworthy of their praise. I’m a murderer... I’ve destroyed so many families... I’m a sinner..."

"I got my revenge... but these days... I can’t get past this inside..."

Lin Yi’s body trembled, his expression frozen in an instant.

During this period, he had renounced the evil within him, but everything from the past left him unable to recollect or face it.

"I told you, those people deserved to die. You’ve already handled things very gently."

"But..."

Zhang Long let out a bitter laugh. "I’m grateful I met you; otherwise, I might have stayed trapped in the shadows forever."

Just then, chaotic footsteps echoed, as Song Jinmin led his people storming in from outside.

Seeing Lin Yi and Zhang Long, Poker’s people halted in place, refraining from stepping further, and waited silently.

Song Jinmin glanced at Monica, who was once the best surgeon in the world.

At this moment, she was the most qualified to speak.

Yet she merely shook her head, signaling regret.

Seeming to sense someone’s arrival, Zhang Long cast a glance in their direction, revealing a knowing smile at the corner of his lips.

"They’re here. I’m free now... Team Leader Lin, please take care of my parents... I’m heading off now..."

Zhang Long closed his eyes, and the warmth of his body slowly faded away.

"Zhang Long!"

Lin Yi roared hysterically, the veins on his forehead bulging.

His emotions, at this moment, broke free from rational control.

"Zhang Long!"

Lin Yi shook his body, but what responded to him was eternal silence.

Lin Yi slumped helplessly against the wall; all strength in his body drained away in that moment.

"Take him away for me..."

Song Jinmin gestured to the people behind him, and a western man stepped forward to lift Zhang Long’s body.

Step by step, Song Jinmin walked up to Lin Yi and patted him on the shoulder.

"Walking this path always means witnessing life and death; it’s fate, the same for everyone on this road."

Song Jinmin gazed at him and found the complex emotions on his face suddenly reined in, as if nothing had ever happened.

As someone who had been through it himself, he knew clearly that Lin Yi had crossed yet another test.

This was a necessary part of his growth because this path was paved with the dead.

Taking out a cigarette, Song Jinmin placed it in Lin Yi’s mouth and lit it for him.

"Let’s go. It’s not safe here."

Lin Yi nodded slightly. "Let’s go."

Poker’s people began retreating one after another.

Lin Yi took Zhang Long’s body and got in the car with him, heading toward Capital City.

On the way, Lin Yi remained silent, sitting quietly with his eyes closed.

He seemed to understand Zhang Long a bit more now.

For thirty years, hatred had sustained him up until today.

Revenge had been his life’s pillar, but now, with his vengeance fulfilled, a peaceful life seemed meaningless to him.

His goodness had nowhere to settle, his wandering soul no place to find solace.

Now, dust returns to dust, soil to soil, and he could finally rest.

Poker’s accommodations were located in a suburban residential area, consisting of a dozen or so houses that served as temporary bases.

As for how they acquired the place, no one knew.

"What do you plan to do with your friend?" Song Jinmin asked.

"Send him to the embassy. They’ll handle it over there."

"I’ll have someone deliver him later."

Song Jinmin sat cross-legged on the ground, scratching his unruly hair as the wind brushed across his weathered face.

"Your dad’s coming back soon. You’ll be able to see him when he arrives."

"This time, you guys went through a lot because of me. Thank you."

"Actually, it had little to do with you. If it were someone else, we’d still come back. We couldn’t let those ancient records fall into someone else’s hands." Song Jinmin said.

"Forget our personal relationship; your ties with Poker are weak. Even if your dad dies someday, you won’t be able to take over his position. So don’t burden yourself with that."

Song Jinmin paused, then laughed heartily. "But Ace of Spades and Monica still like you. What can we say, you’re good-looking."

Lin Yi chuckled, lighting a cigarette for himself, without saying a word.

After sitting with Lin Yi for a while, Song Jinmin left.

When it came to being professional, Big Treasure Sword was his area of expertise, but comforting people was not his strong suit.

Night fell, and the sky was filled with stars.

The chaos and noise of the day sank into quietude at this hour.

Like a drop in the Pacific Ocean or a grain in the Sahara Desert.

Falling amidst it, unnoticed and unremarkable.

In a small gray-and-white two-story house, Lin Jingzhan sat inside, with four team captains seated alongside him.

"How did you manage to deal with the officials?" Song Jinmin asked, sipping from his drink.

"Things escalated to such a level that they were already considering giving up, so I simply threatened them a bit, and it was settled."

"This time, they served as Gerard’s pawns, gained nothing for themselves, and ended up disgracing themselves instead," Monica said.

"That’s their international status—circumstances they can’t control."

"Aren’t you going to meet him?" Ace of Spades asked.

"There’s nothing much to say if I did. Let him cool off for a while," Lin Jingzhan replied. "I understand these feelings."

"He was wrong from the very beginning," Gayson said.

"If he hadn’t gone back to save Caie Mitsui, none of this would’ve happened."

"If he hadn’t gone back, he wouldn’t amount to much in life either," Lin Jingzhan said.

"Although people died, this is the result I wanted to see."

"But sometimes, being too soft-hearted isn’t a good thing," Ace of Spades said.

"Even though he went back to save Caie Mitsui, there were plenty of chances to escape. But because he had others with him, he couldn’t leverage his advantages."

"This is fate. Discussing it now is pointless. The outcome is what matters."

The group nodded and continued eating and drinking.

Downing a glass of liquor, Lin Jingzhan placed the cup on the table and glanced at Song Jinmin.

"Why’ve you gone quiet all of a sudden? Are you feeling it too?"

"No."

Song Jinmin puffed on his cigarette, staring blankly ahead. "Something feels off."