Lance Quinn, You Choose Women Over Brothers

Storm Burke’s wounds looked frightening, but in reality, they weren’t serious—at least there was no damage to muscle or bone. With his martial artist’s recovery, as long as the bleeding was stopped, he’d be fine in ten days or so.

So Serena Fenton didn’t even activate her Smart Med‑Pack—she just took out the emergency supplies strapped to her leg, planning to give him a simple bandage for now and deal with the rest after they got down the mountain.

Actually, she could have cleaned up all of Storm’s wounds right here, but...

Lance Quinn was far too perceptive. She’d already exposed the secret of her gun—there was no way she’d let the Smart Med‑Pack be discovered too.

So Storm Burke could only consider himself unlucky.

From the moment Serena Fenton entered, Storm Burke was watching her every move.

Calm, decisive, ruthless—a born killer. As for Serena Fenton digging hidden weapons out of corpses’ heads, Storm Burke just ignored it.

In short, Storm Burke admired Serena Fenton. For a woman to do all this meant she was no ordinary talent.

A woman like that was stunning—and worthy of him.

Storm Burke was very curious where Lance Quinn had found such a cold, dazzling woman.

When Lance Quinn said she would help check his wounds, Storm Burke’s eyes lit up. Was this woman good at everything?

He tried several times to start a conversation with Serena Fenton, but her aura practically screamed 'keep your distance.' He stopped himself, until he saw her bandaging skills—more professional than any doctor’s. Storm Burke couldn’t help blurting out, “Are you a physician?”

“Mm.” Serena Fenton was sparing with words, sticking to her rule of 'the less said, the fewer mistakes.' Her gaze stayed strictly on his wounds, never wandering.

Even though the man in front of her was impressively built, Serena Fenton didn’t feel a thing.

Lance Quinn nodded in approval, but Storm Burke was not pleased.

He was an idol to countless jianghu girls, and yet this woman didn’t even spare him a proper glance.

Sure, he’d looked a little pathetic before, but he was cleaned up now, wasn’t he?

Storm Burke grumbled, “Watching you kill just now, I almost thought you were an assassin. No matter how I look at you, you don’t seem like a doctor at all.”

Serena Fenton’s hands paused. She glanced up at Storm Burke and shot back coolly, “Seeing you hanging there naked on that round wheel, I thought you were some kind of decorative rabbit-boy. You didn’t look like a master, no matter how I looked.”

“What? Rabbit-boy? Did you just call me a rabbit-boy?” Storm Burke exploded, trying to jump up. Serena Fenton reacted fast and shoved him back down. “Sit still. Don’t move.”

Storm Burke couldn’t sit still—this was about his reputation! “Quinn, hurry up and tell this lady who I am! Rabbit-boy? How do I look anything like that?”

He grabbed Lance Quinn’s arm in a panic, urging him to speak up.

“Mm.” Lance Quinn replied, giving Storm Burke some face. Storm waited, expecting Lance to clear things up, but after a long moment, Lance said nothing.

“Quinn, help me out here!” Storm Burke was getting desperate. Why was Lance Quinn suddenly unreliable at the crucial moment? Couldn’t he see Storm was trying to impress this woman?

“Explain what?” Lance Quinn glanced at Serena Fenton and saw she didn’t have the slightest bit of curiosity.

Serena Fenton really wasn’t just smart—she was shrewd. Back in Sutton Manor’s secret chamber, she’d been the same way: clever enough not to ask anything, even though she’d had the chance to unmask him. Not a hint of curiosity.

More than once, Lance Quinn had wondered—was Serena Fenton really a woman?

How could a woman be this calm?

“Explain that I’m not a rabbit-boy!” Storm Burke’s tone was more anxious than he realized, but Lance Quinn heard it—and the more anxious Storm got, the less Lance was inclined to help.

“Does that really need explaining?”

“Of course…” Storm Burke paused, then nodded firmly. “Of course not—I’m nothing like that, right, Quinn?”

He kept giving Lance Quinn meaningful glances, begging for agreement.

“Mm.” Lance Quinn replied. Storm Burke looked relieved, but Serena Fenton hadn’t paid him any mind at all. She tied off the bandage, stepped back, and said simply, “We can go.”

With that, she walked straight to the door to wait for the others—making it clear she didn’t want any more entanglements with Lance Quinn or Storm Burke.

Storm Burke ran into a wall and took a while to recover, mumbling, “Quinn, who is this woman anyway? How can she be so…”

Storm Burke knew everyone Lance Quinn knew—except for this woman.

“Serena Fenton,” Lance Quinn answered openly. Then he walked out too—after all, Storm’s injuries weren’t serious.

“What? She’s Serena Fenton? The one you rushed to help, but wouldn’t let her know?!” Storm Burke was stunned.

He hadn’t forgotten how Lance Quinn had even written a threatening letter to the Wang Clan patriarch for this woman—and made a personal trip himself.

He’d planned to sneak a look at Serena Fenton by night, just to see what kind of troublemaker could make Lance Quinn lose his cool, but Lance hadn’t let him.

He never expected...

Hmph, hmph...

Storm Burke shouted in frustration.

Quinn, you heartless bastard! I finally get to meet a remarkable woman, and you had to cut in line first.

Whimper, whimper... Why is this woman Serena Fenton?

Why is it that every exceptional woman, Lance Quinn gets to know first?

"Are you coming or not?" Lance Quinn called impatiently from outside, not caring about Storm's pride.

Storm Burke limped out, pointing at Lance Quinn as he walked: "I'm the wounded one here."

"Wounded, huh? Good excuse. Storm Burke, let me see how badly you're hurt." Lance Quinn sneered, yanked the torch from the doorpost, and tossed it onto the thatched roof.

Boom—

The thatched hut caught fire in an instant.

"Lance Quinn, you’re trying to kill me!" Storm Burke leapt up inside, but Lance didn’t care. He picked up a stone and flicked it at the oil lamp.

Crack! The lamp oil splashed across the floor. The wooden hut couldn’t withstand even a spark, and was instantly engulfed in flames.

Serena Fenton watched in silence, not worried at all about Storm Burke inside. Lance Quinn had fought so hard to save him—he wasn’t about to burn him alive now.

If she’d guessed right, their enemies chose this hut and stocked it with so much fuel because they meant to burn Lance Quinn and Storm Burke alive if their plan succeeded.

Storm Burke?

That name sounded so familiar.

Serena Fenton was racking her brain, trying to remember where she’d heard that name before, when Lance Quinn suddenly swept her up into his arms.

"Let’s go."

Without another word, he carried her down the mountain.

"Ah—!"

Serena Fenton screamed, instinctively clinging to Lance Quinn, afraid of falling.

"You can be scared too?" Lance Quinn smirked, slowing down.

"I’m human too." It took effort, but once Serena Fenton got used to the speed, she loosened her grip on Lance Quinn.

This man really was something else...

Lance Quinn didn’t say a word. The moment Serena loosened her hold, he sped up, subtly relaxing his grip so she slipped—forcing her to clutch him again.

Only then did Lance slow down, satisfied...

Behind them, Storm Burke’s shouts echoed from the burning hut, but Lance Quinn ignored him, carrying Serena Fenton all the way down, mounting his horse, and retracing their route back. Storm was left hopping mad in the background, fuming that Lance had chosen a woman over his sworn brother.