Chapter 47: Burning Shen Shichu's Goods

Shen Shichu’s eyes lit up as he realized he had forgotten about the Ye Family.

He took out his cellphone to call Elder Ye when suddenly, a burst of light flashed from the corner of his eye.

His mind thundered, and he felt a searing heat on his back.

Without turning around, his cellphone screen still dark, the reflected firelight grew more intense, and his eyes widened with each passing second.

Then came the whooshing sounds of several arrows, bound with gunpowder, shooting from a distance.

The arrows were wrapped in oilcloth, which quickly ignited upon striking the wood.

“Someone is shooting arrows, there’s gunpowder!”

“The fire is landing on the wood!

Hurry!

Put it out!”

Gunpowder…

Wood…

What are they talking about?

The ringing in Shen Shichu’s ears intensified, drowning out all sounds, turning them into incoherent noise, and his mind went blank.

It was not until his assistant, in a panic, ran over and accidentally bumped into him that Shen Shichu snapped back to reality.

“President Shen, the fire is too fierce, we…

we won’t be able to save the wood!”

Shen Shichu grabbed the assistant by the collar, “What do you mean can’t save it?

We must!

This pile of wood is worth more than your lives!”

He let go of his assistant and hurried to the deck, as an arrow grazed his cheek and nearly set his hair alight.

On the mid-slope opposite, there seemed to be a figure, revealed only when drawing the bow against the firelight—a woman dressed in black with a matching hat, her features obscured, only discernible by her silhouette.

Shen Shichu’s eyes bulged, stunned to see another arrow flying toward him.

The timber was already highly flammable, and soon the ship was ablaze with leaping flames.

The crew threw water, but it had no effect; the fire only grew more fierce, punctuated by the crackling explosions of gunpowder.

Shen Shichu’s life was not worth their sacrifice, and as they failed to control the fire, they jumped off the ship.

Shen Shichu shouted desperately until his assistant forcefully dragged him off the burning vessel.

Nan Jiaojiao stood on the hill, her quiver now empty.

She tossed away her bow and quiver, her eyes reflecting a sea of flames as she watched Shen Shichu in his collapsing panic, her face calm and indifferent.

Tsk.

Utterly boring.

Nan Jiaojiao opened the car door and sat inside.

Just as the car was approaching the foot of the mountain, several bright lights shone up from below, with the roar of sports cars growing louder.

Shen Shichu reacted swiftly, there was an underground racing track nearby; he likely borrowed a car from there to block her.

Nan Jiaojiao’s expression changed, and she abandoned the car and ran.

Hiding in the dense woods beneath the cliffs, she listened intently.

Shen Shichu lingered at her car for a while.

Seeing no one inside, he assumed it was a deceitful tactic and continued to chase up the mountain.

She waited for a while, not moving until there were no more sounds nearby.

Standing up, she brushed the dirt off herself and was about to leave when, out of the corner of her eye, she noticed a few wisps of blue smoke in the darkness.

It seemed like something was burning.

Upon closer inspection, it was a sports car, probably speeding down from the mid-slope and heavily damaged.

The engine hood was on fire, enveloped in thick black smoke, making it nearly impossible to see the person still sitting in the driver’s seat.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t want to meddle, but as a doctor, she couldn’t just ignore a life at risk.

She struggled to pry open the car door and dragged the person to safety, then slapped his cheek lightly.

“Wake up.”

Han Qi’s head buzzed and his ears rang, as if being knocked awake from unconsciousness.

When he opened his eyes, a beautiful, cold face loomed before him.

She held a silver needle in her hand.

Han Qi grabbed her wrist and chuckled lightly, “Pretty lady, don’t play tricks on me.

If you’re after my body, I’ll lie down right away.”