Chapter 382: It's Not Like We Haven't Double-Crossed Before

Bo Yanching sneered with a cold laugh, “Steve family’s?”

“Yes.”

“Hold onto it then.”

Yaen Chi was stunned for a moment, but then he broke into a smile, as if he had been waiting for that very response, “How much did you swallow up?”

He knew that the Steve family had set their sights on Nan’s, and previously he had thought Bo Yanching was overdoing it.

But those foreigners’ minds were twisted, they had touched Bo Yanching’s bad side.

When he left last night, he even got in touch with Mo Tingshen.

He guessed that by now, Steve’s domestic industries must have been almost entirely devoured.

As for how to change the background after swallowing them and rightfully integrate them under the names of their three families, it only needed a little manipulation.

Black eats black, it’s not like they hadn’t done it before.

“Oh right, Brother Yan, can you ask for me, where exactly did Jiaojiao get that gun from?

I’m really curious.”

Bo Yanching turned his head to look at the young girl walking beside him.

She wore a pink knitted hat pulled down low, covering her eyebrows and ears, a pair of gloves hung around her neck, swinging emptily in front of her.

Nan Jiaojiao’s hands were buried in the pockets of her down jacket, pockets so large, almost her entire forearms were inside.

Her scarf wrapped tightly around her neck, and her whole body, except for her face, was covered securely.

“You’re that afraid of the cold?”

Bo Yanching chuckled and flicked the pompom on her hat, “I’ll buy you a cup of milk tea.”

Nan Jiaojiao looked up, moving her chin out from under the scarf, her eyes bright and glistening, she nodded at him, “Okay, great, I want an iced one.”

“What kind of dream are you having?”

Bo Yanching wrapped his arm around her, walking into the milk tea shop outside the airport, and requested a less-sweet hot milk tea from the employee.

Nan Jiaojiao pouted, giving him a look.

He coaxed her, “Drink something hot, you’re growing, eat less sugar.”

Nan Jiaojiao tucked her chin back into her scarf.

Yaen Chi was close to imploding, pinching the philtrum of his nose hard, “Brother Yan, I’m still here.

Either you ask for me directly, or hang up the phone.

Don’t treat single dogs like this.”

“Single again?” Bo Yanching asked offhandedly.

Yaen Chi laughed despite himself, “Yes, single again.

Take care of me a little, don’t shove dog food down my throat.”

After a pause, suddenly realizing, “No, no, ask her for me, quick.”

Bo Yanching handed the mobile phone to Nan Jiaojiao, “Yaen Chi has a question for you.”

Right as Nan Jiaojiao sucked two tapioca pearls up the straw, finding the milk tea lacking sugar and unexciting, she shuttled the pearls back and forth between her teeth, neither biting nor swallowing them.

Upon hearing Bo Yanching’s words, she didn’t take the phone with her hand; instead, she just moved her face closer, and Bo Yanching casually pressed the phone to her ear.

After listening to Yaen Chi finish speaking, Nan Jiaojiao bit the pearls in half, spilling them out in her mouth in a muffled voice, “I was taught by someone when I was little, I’ve never forgotten it.”

“Who taught you?” Yaen Chi cajoled softly.

Nan Jiaojiao knew he was fishing for information but her expression didn’t change, “Don’t know, some uncle, I’ve forgotten his name.”

She wasn’t lying.

That man was one of Nan Jue’s associates; she was only a few years old at the time.

He wasn’t exactly teaching her, just demonstrated in front of her.

She caught on to it, and improvised a bit.

She also made some tweaks to the diameter of the gun barrel, the range, and even adjusted the recoil.

Nan Jue had used the gun she assembled, which led to its continued use ever since.

The order of assembly and the specifics of that gun type became an organizational secret that was not disclosed to outsiders.

The only special privilege was given to Killing Alliance, but she had made a rule: do not sell the guns, and moreover, the guns featured fingerprint recognition.

If by chance they fell into others’ hands, the wrong fingerprint would instantly trigger self-destruction.