Chapter 1778: Fleeing for Their Lives

The pretty boy pulled out a gun from behind his waist, biting his lips as he cursed, “I’ll fight them to the death!”

“What the hell are you fighting, idiot!”

Yaen Chi slapped the back of his head, making the pretty boy’s forehead slam into his knee, stars appearing in his vision. He swore he wanted to press the gun against Yaen Chi’s head, but the moment their eyes met, he quickly handed the gun over.

“Grandpa, take this for protection and let’s fight our way out together!”

Yaen Chi’s face darkened, “What fight? Your problem has nothing to do with me. If you want a shootout, go by yourself. Find me a car, I need to leave.”

The pretty boy was dumbfounded, “No way, I’ve called you grandpa for nothing these past few days?”

Yaen Chi immediately retorted, “You don’t even have two ounces of flesh on your arms, what are you fighting for? I’m not risking my life with you. They’re prepared for this, if you had half a brain you’d know the wisest course of action is to run.”

That’s how it is, though it sounds harsh.

The pretty boy gritted his teeth, “The garage is ahead, but going there will expose us. There’s a plane in the backyard, I can fly it.”

Yaen Chi nodded, “Lead the way, I’ll cover the rear.”

The pretty boy was so moved he almost cried. However, when Yaen Chi came to take the gun, he held it tightly, refusing to let go.

“Maybe I should hold onto it, I’m… I’m scared of dying!”

Yaen Chi cursed him with an especially dirty word through gritted teeth.

He grabbed the back of the pretty boy’s collar and headed for the backyard, picking up a gun from the ground along the way.

On the way, the pretty boy casually snagged a person, shoving him into the back seat before jumping into the driver’s seat.

Yaen Chi got in too, only to find his gun out of bullets, so he tossed it away.

Once the plane was in the air, the pretty boy operated it while coordinating with his subordinates, his headphones leaking no sound. His usually pale face was uncharacteristically serious, his words were few but each to the point.

A cannonball shot up, and he swiftly adjusted the plane’s position to dodge it, then continued giving orders smoothly.

Yaen Chi looked down.

Below was already engulfed in thick smoke.

The pretty boy’s subordinates and the casino bosses each held a gun. Though their positions seemed random, they were all protecting the pretty boy’s escape route.

The plane ascended, and the people below became smaller and smaller.

Once they confirmed he was safe, the pretty boy’s men began to retreat one by one.

Yaen Chi lowered his gaze subtly.

Heh.

Interesting.

A hand was placed on his shoulder.

Slender and fair.

The bangles of gemstone bracelets jingled on her wrist.

The woman cooed sweetly, “Brother, I’m scared.”

Yaen Chi glanced sideways.

He smiled, “Kid, you even took a woman with you while escaping?”

The pretty boy chuckled, “Can’t help it, she’s my favorite among all my wives. If the others die, so be it, but I have to bring her. I’m crazy in love with her.”

He gradually relaxed, reverting back to his glib and shameless demeanor.

Yaen Chi watched the woman’s hand, speaking evenly, “Move your hand.”

The woman refused, tentatively inching her hand to the front of his shoulder. Her fingertips teased, tracing slowly over him. Even through the clothes, her hand slithered like a snake.

“Don’t, I’m scared to death. I was taking a bath when the fight started outside, I’m still in shock. Brother, I’m really scared.”

Yaen Chi pressed his shoulder into the seat, a smile tugging at his lips, “I’ll say it one more time, move your hand.”

The woman paused, her expression frozen like weathered stone.

She pouted, reluctantly sitting back, “Hubby, he’s being mean to me!”