CHAPTER 290: 290: GOLD MEDAL FIREFIGHTER

Outside there were cheerful voices and laughter, the atmosphere subtle, while inside the tent it was still a battle of blood and gore, with sparks flying everywhere.

The deputy covered his forehead, wanting to cry but finding no tears, and said, "Are we really wasting time talking nonsense here? Shouldn’t we be more concerned about the madam’s safety..."

Earl was absolutely furious, and it wasn’t a mild anger. If he didn’t roast the madam until she was crispy on the outside and tender on the inside, it would be unfair to her. The last time Earl was this mad was during a certain mission.

Back then, Earl charged into the enemy camp fueled by this rage, and single-handedly pacified the battlefield there.

At the time, Li Yan’s eyes were blood-red, like burning flames! Even thinking about it now, the deputy shivers with fear...

Everyone immediately stopped laughing, realizing the seriousness of the issue.

This time, Earl was so angry that his face turned dark; it’s probably impossible to appease him...

"Couples’ quarrels, you know, they argue at the head of the bed and make up at the foot. Aren’t we overthinking this?" Huang Shou, unaware of the situation, chimed in.

"Earl is not an ordinary man... Liu Xiahui’s calmness in the face of temptation speaks of him... If anyone could calm him down, it would have to be a Gold Medal Firefighter..."

"That’s terrifying..." Huang Shou widened his eyes, feeling worried for his sister Gu Tong’s life after marriage—such a fierce husband, would he be violent at home...

...

"Deputy! Come in here!"

A cold, chilling voice rang out, making one’s skin crawl.

The deputy, suddenly called by name, shivered almost uncontrollably, his whole body began to tremble, and his face was full of refusal as he looked at his three mates across from him.

They all had an ’it’s your funeral’ expression, and some even mouthed words like ’cheer up,’ ’rooting for you,’ and ’survive.’

The deputy wished he could chop them all up right there, what kind of brothers were these...

...

In the tent, Li Yan frowned, and in a calm voice said again, "Deputy!"

...

Being named again, the deputy knew he couldn’t escape.

Resigned, with a bitter face, he carefully walked to the front of the tent, sneakily opened a gap, and walked in.

His face wore a flattering smile as he said, "Young Master, Earl... what are your instructions..."

He didn’t dare to lift his face too much, fearing that the ’guns and bullets’ inside were too fierce and would splash him with blood.

Li Yan’s face was full of calm. His earlier anger had long dissipated, as he cradled the little woman who had just stopped crying. He said, "Get me a cool towel."

"Huh?" The deputy nearly thought his ears were mishearing; why would Earl need a cool towel...

"The madam’s eyes are swollen from crying, she needs a towel to reduce the swelling." Li Yan’s icy expression finally showed a crack, a somewhat concealed awkwardness.

Crying swollen needs a towel to reduce the swelling...

The deputy’s jaw almost dropped to the ground, and driven by a good intention, he bravely lifted his head, only to have his eyes bulge wide in an instant, unable to snap back for quite a while.

All he saw was...

Li Yan’s arm lifted, maintaining a posture of embrace, with Gu Tong lying on his chest, sobbing in grievance, while Earl’s hand soothed her back, looking every bit the picture of comforting a cherished wife.

Wow, his alloy eyes, nearly blinded by the bright light...

The madam’s ’Water Overflows’ move made her tears as beautiful as a goddess weeping, pitiable and heart-wrenching.

Earl immediately lost his composure, his army shattered and in disarray, his surrender unconditional, unable to resist any longer...

No one could handle it better than a Gold Medal Firefighter, miraculous, absolutely miraculous!