Chapter 2016: Who Should It Be Given To

Yaen Chi glanced and didn’t take it, “Who should I give it to?”

The man placed the box on Yaen Chi’s lap, “A wedding gift.”

With those words, he smiled, “Safe travels.”

Yaen Chi didn’t quite like the way he handed over the box, especially the way his hand caressed the box as if it was something precious, while Yaen Chi seemed merely a vessel for carrying it.

However, whether he had any objections wasn’t important; soon, two burly men lifted his wheelchair and sent him onto the plane.

A glance back, and the man was already walking away.

A wedding gift.

Brother Yan?!

Holy crap, is Brother Yan really that strong? Even Yan Di sent him a congratulatory gift, leaving such an undercurrent without a word before leaving, does that mean all those days of feigning camaraderie with the pretty boy were in vain!

The plane took off, Yan Di leaned against the car door, glancing at the sky.

“Master, are you really sending him away like that? You didn’t leave a backup plan?”

Yan Di gazed downward, “That’s Yaen Chi, would you dare to have a backup plan against him?”

“It’s not like we haven’t been involved in killings before, since there’s still some time before the plan, adding one more life to the Killing Alliance doesn’t matter, this Yaen Chi is too valued, he knows too much, just letting him go is akin to releasing a tiger back to the mountain. What if he gets in a bad mood and turns against us?”

Yaen Chi guessed one thing correctly: Dark Snake indeed had murderous intent towards him.

“He won’t.”

Yan Di didn’t elaborate on why he trusted Yaen Chi’s character, “Stop the constant fighting and killing, it’s time to settle down. Hand over the matters here during this period, go meet up with Lang Hao, if nothing unexpected happens, by the end of this year, the capital will provide you with a new identity.”

Dark Snake gritted his teeth, the words he was about to retort were swallowed, “Understood, I’ll listen to you.”

Yan Di patted his shoulder, opened the car door, and sat inside.

At this time, on the plane.

Yaen Chi napped for an hour.

Not because he was tired or carefree, having reached this point, there was no need to worry about safety, but he remained vigilant, waking up to an unnaturally quiet surroundings, not a single sound audible. His pupils slightly tilted, swiftly scanning around, and as his gaze moved upwards, a knife suddenly, silently, rested across his neck.

“Heh.”

Yaen Chi closed his eyes, “Go ahead.”

A man’s slightly coarse voice came from above, “Yan Di ordered me to kill you on the way.”

“Oh,” Yaen Chi curled his lips, listening to this deliberately altered voice, “Kill me.”

The knife hilt pressed against his chin, the sharp blade above his Adam’s apple; Yaen Chi was already lying flat, motionless, if the other exerted force, blood would inevitably splatter on the spot.

“Bang!”

The knife was thrown into the tin tray.

The man circled around from behind and sat in the opposite seat.

Yaen Chi slowly opened his eyes, looking at the man in a white coat, slowly removing his mask, “Why do you stop playing?”

Before him was an unfamiliar face, honest and plain, with excessive sclera in his small, deep-set eyes, dark skin, and pinhole-sized spots scattered across his features.

A look so unremarkable, blending seamlessly into a crowd within a second.

Yet his sitting posture was rather uninhibited, legs spread apart, long legs either bent or extended, beneath the white coat, a neatly tied belt vaguely visible.

A doctor, seated for long hours, with such a physique seemed almost too good.

“Three doctors and nurses, Yan Di’s bulletproof guards, all have eaten and slept; they won’t wake up until two days later when they get off the plane.”

So, something was put into the food.