Chapter 1888: How Much Did You Find Out

Yaen Chi lowered his head and glanced at the burning cigarette butt.

His body was weak and limp, no strength left in him; there was something done to the cigarette.

But a cigarette was just for fun anyway. The pretty boy was still waiting for him to change color, expecting that once he realized he’d been played, he’d immediately toss the cigarette. Who knew Yaen Chi’s expression didn’t shift a bit; he even bit down on the butt and pushed it further into his mouth, taking a drag right in front of him.

The pretty boy’s face went stiff. “So damn cocky, huh? You’re not scared at all?”

Yaen Chi asked, “How much have you found out?”

“Not that much. Your info is really hard to check, buried too deep. But we’ve dug up most of what can be found. Surname Yaen isn’t common, came from the Capital City, family’s been in the military for generations—there’s only that one household. You really got skills. Back in the day my old man was hunted down by you. You traded all that for quite a bit of rank and merit, didn’t you? Later my dad looked for you for a long time, but a living man like you just vanished into thin air. If it weren’t for Li Jian falling into our hands this time, using him to bait you out, we still wouldn’t know you were hiding this deep.”

Yaen Chi suddenly lifted his gaze, his eyes tightening inch by inch. “Li Jian is in your hands.”

The pretty boy pursed his lips, his voice actually carrying a kind of smug, coy lilt. “Yeah, we’ve tortured him till there’s only half a life left. His mouth is too tight, so I figured I’d see if there’s any breakthrough from you.”

As he spoke, he leaned in close, pressing the gun muzzle against the wound at Yaen Chi’s waist, deliberately grinding it into the injury.

“I really wanna kill you. But the stuff my dad’s been working on, we gotta go through your line. So… grandpa, why don’t you hurt me a little more and do us a favor?”

Yaen Chi swallowed back a muffled groan, forced down the blood surging up his throat. The corner of his brow tilted slightly as he spat, “You really fucking make grandpa sick.”

The smile on the pretty boy’s face vanished in an instant; he gritted his teeth viciously. “Try to be nice and you don’t give me face, huh? Fine, then we’ll drag you back and strip you down to half a life first, just like Li Jian!”

Yaen Chi grabbed the pistol, bent his body down, and slammed his other elbow fast into the pretty boy’s waist.

The guy cried out in pain, clutching his stomach as he staggered back. Yaen Chi yanked him forward by his clothes, knee coming up to kick him in the same spot again. Then grabbing the back of the pretty boy’s neck and dragging him in, Yaen Chi stepped out just in time, slamming the pretty boy’s head against the car body.

The bullet was chambered. The moment the pretty boy turned around, the gun muzzle was already pressed to the center of his brow.

Yaen Chi adjusted the cigarette in his mouth and said coldly, “Grandpa already told you, even if I’ve only got one breath left, I’m still better than you.”

The pretty boy’s head was spinning, blood at the corner of his mouth. He glanced at the gun above, then his gaze drifted to Yaen Chi’s face. In a daze, he felt that the man’s smile at the corner of his lips looked like the deadly hook-blade in King Yan’s hand, reaching to drag souls away.

He swallowed secretly, raising both hands in surrender.

But the very next second he lowered his hands again, shouting toward the distance, “A bunch of fucking useless trash! What are you standing there for! He’s this badly hurt, he can’t run. Get him for me!”

As the words fell, the pretty boy’s smile turned dark and sinister as he looked at Yaen Chi. “You don’t dare kill me, same as I can’t kill you. But I’ve got more men. How are you gonna run?”

Yaen Chi snorted coldly, shifted the muzzle, and fired a shot into the pretty boy’s shoulder.

“Ah!”

The pretty boy clutched his shoulder and fell. Before the pain could even ease, Yaen Chi planted a foot on his shoulder, grinding him down onto the ground.

Above him came the man’s voice, still calm and restrained: “You’ve been watching the show long enough. Not coming out yet?”

Who?

The pretty boy jerked his head up in panic, just in time to see a few cars driving out from behind the trees. Aside from the drivers, a group of people strolled out from all directions, walking over as leisurely as if they were out for a walk.