Chapter 1209: Dangerous, Paranoid, and Bloodthirsty

Allen didn’t refuse to resist; he was a Dark Ability User, able to sneak-attack enemies with ease.

But this time, he ran into Gu Jin, and the energy in his body had absolutely no room to be used.

All of his Superpowers were suppressed by an invisible force.

The feeling of being shackled by someone else made him incredibly disgraced.

Time passed by slowly.

Encircled by the crowd, Gu Jin very soon waited out the person she was waiting for.

The people surrounding her saw something—no one knew what—and, with trained precision, they scattered, opening up a path.

Gu Jin stood where she was and released the Spiritual Power that had been pressing down on Allen.

Her pitch-black, beautiful eyes locked onto the man slowly approaching her.

The now fully grown An Mingji was dressed in comfortable loungewear, a black coat draped over him.

He was handsome and mature, his whole being exuding the seasoned charm a man ought to have.

What Gu Jin couldn’t accept was that he was actually sitting in a wheelchair.

She had clearly healed An Mingji’s legs—so why was he still in a wheelchair?

Gu Jin’s slender brows knit slightly, her expression looking rather unpleasant.

Gazing at the man slowly coming closer, Gu Jin’s red lips trembled; her voice was hoarse: "Xiao An?"

The person pushing An Mingji’s wheelchair stopped three meters away from Gu Jin.

Gu Jin knew the one pushing the wheelchair as well—it was Linda.

At this moment, the other woman’s gaze was full of disdain as she sized Gu Jin up warily, her eyes brimming with rejection and hostility.

Gu Jin didn’t bother to take any of that to heart; right now, her mind and eyes were filled only with An Mingji sitting in the wheelchair.

The expression on his face and the complicated light in his eyes made it clear to her that he still recognized her.

"Xiao An, how are your legs?"

Gu Jin slowly walked toward An Mingji.

Allen, Linda, and the other bodyguards around them all moved to stop her from approaching the Family Head.

"Step aside." An Mingji’s low, gloomy voice sounded.

The crowd, trained to perfection, opened up a path for Gu Jin.

An Mingji sat in his wheelchair, his hands loosely clasped together.

Even with his legs impaired, sitting in a wheelchair, he still couldn’t hide his innate nobility and the aura of someone long accustomed to holding power over life and death.

An Mingji’s gaze on Gu Jin was dark: "So you still remember me."

His stressed tone, low and dangerous, carried the aura of a superior hidden beneath his gentle exterior, faintly spilling out.

Gu Jin stared at his handsome, refined face, skin so flawless it lacked even a single blemish, and fell into thought.

There was no doubt that An Mingji still remembered her.

But he also resented her.

The An Mingji before her was no longer the helpless, pitiable child; he was a man ruthless in his methods and unfathomably deep in his scheming.

He was dangerous, paranoid, gloomy, and bloodthirsty.

From the first instant she saw him, Gu Jin noticed the thick black fog coiling around his entire body.

This was Evil Qi forged only by being stained with countless lives.

Gu Jin’s exquisite face showed a miserable smile: "How could I possibly forget you."

You are my fate, my rib, the everything I can never afford to lose.

An Mingji would forever remember that scene back then, this woman disappearing before his very eyes.

All these years, every time he hovered on the verge of death, he clenched his teeth and crawled through it with hatred.

He had never stopped, scouring the world for her—for a woman named Gu Jin.

Just when he was about to give up, she actually appeared again.

The agony of his bones breaking again back then was something he could never forget.

On a certain day after Gu Jin vanished, she suddenly showed up, then personally broke his legs—so vicious, so cruel—smashing his bones inch by inch.