Chapter 1884: Go Ask for a Cigarette

Seven or eight SUVs formed a half-circle, separated by two meters, with several people standing or sitting by the cars, and someone even squatting on the hood smoking.

The pretty boy was quite frightened by this scene. His eyes twitched rapidly as he scanned each face. Suddenly, someone smiled at him, and he immediately clutched Yaen Chi’s arm and hid behind him.

“That’s my dad’s nemesis! Damn! They found me even this far out. What should I do?”

Yaen Chi said, “They’ve been here for half an hour and haven’t moved. I thought they were sent by your dad to pick you up.”

“Impossible!” the pretty boy suddenly shouted, half-jumping out from behind Yaen Chi, then quickly hid back, lowering his voice and gritting his teeth. “My dad doesn’t care whether I live or die. He’s already busy with his own stuff. How could he spare anyone to pick me up?”

He tightened his grip on Yaen Chi’s hand inch by inch, saying venomously, “He always values his life over mine. I’ve long gotten used to it.”

Yaen Chi’s gaze shifted half an inch to the back, staring at the swirl on the pretty boy’s head, his half-squinted dark eyes clouded with indeterminate emotions.

Asked, “Really?”

“Really!”

“Bang!”

In between their conversation, someone opposite fired a shot, blowing out the rear tire.

“Ah! They’re shooting! They’re shooting!”

The pretty boy wished he could embed himself between Yaen Chi and the car, welding himself in, hoping any stray bullet would hit Yaen Chi first.

His strategy for using someone else as a human shield seemed brilliant, but he didn’t know whom he had provoked.

While his nerves were on high alert, he suddenly heard Yaen Chi chuckle.

“Just right.”

Then, Yaen Chi grabbed the pretty boy from behind and tossed him out, “You go die, don’t drag me down.”

The pretty boy’s eyes widened, “Are you even human!”

“They came to kill you, am I an idiot to stand in front of you?”

The pretty boy paused, “If I die, you’ll die too. Keep me around, at least there’s a retreat route where both of us can survive!”

Yaen Chi asked, “What’s in it for me?”

“I…” The pretty boy hesitated, then asked, “I only have money, do you love money?”

“Love it.”

“You love money, yet you’re empty-handed in and out of the casino?”

“It’s my hobby, what’s wrong with that?”

The pretty boy felt terrible, “Then I’ll give you money to protect me. If we make it out alive, name your price, how about it?”

Yaen Chi lifted his eyebrow, “Deal.”

“I knew you were fond of me, old man!”

The pretty boy beamed and tried to hide behind him, but Yaen Chi lazily leaned back, his back against the car, not giving him the chance. The pretty boy glanced at him, dared not speak, tugged at Yaen Chi’s sleeve, testingly pulling him a bit.

He didn’t use force, yet Yaen Chi still kicked him aside.

“Go get grandpa a cigarette. I’m craving one, not in the mood for fighting.”

The pretty boy’s eyes nearly popped out, pointing back at the group, “They are just waiting to kill me! And you want me to ask them for a cigarette, are you human? You’re just sending me to die!”

“Relax, you won’t die,” Yaen Chi nodded ahead, “If they simply wanted your life, they could have finished you off when you were sleeping like a dead pig. They haven’t acted until now; they’re saving you to negotiate with your dad. You’re safe for the time being, now go get the cigarette.”

The curse the pretty boy had at the tip of his tongue was swallowed down.