Chapter 542: Don't Harm a Single Hair on Her Head

Bo Yanching had no expression on his face, standing straight while casting a deliberate downward gaze, “Good girl, you’ve helped Third Uncle a great deal.”

Han Qi hadn’t finished showing off when that sentence disgusted him to the core.

“What do you mean, Bo Yanching, taking advantage of me?!”

Bo Yanching neither admitted nor denied it, giving him a bland look, “Did Third Uncle buy you candy?”

Han Qi: “…”

Fucking Third Uncle bought you candy!

He should never have spoken so carelessly in the first place; calling him Third Uncle was meant to annoy Bo Yanching, but now it backfired, leaving him choked up.

Han Qi’s head was buzzing.

Previously, he had been forcing himself to keep it together, but now that he was safe, had it not been for the bodyguard supporting him, he would have collapsed.

But passing out like that would be embarassing.

Pressing on his shoulder, he had endured all sorts of injuries, but never a gunshot wound.

Even a slight touch hurt and a bit of fresh blood seeped through his fingers, causing him to inhale sharply.

“Little fairy—”

Being such a hero, he deserved some praise, right?

But Nan Jiaojiao had already been taken away by that son of a bitch Bo Yanching and put in a car.

Han Qi tried to follow her, but the bodyguards dragged him towards another car.

“I won’t go, I want to be in the same car as my little fairy.

I’ve finally taken a hit for her, hell if I’m not gonna milk it for some affection!”

The bodyguards remained expressionless, like robots, ignoring his shouts completely.

Unable to break free, Han Qi began to play dirty: “Fuck!

Let me go, can’t you understand?

Have the guts to knock me out then!”

A certain bodyguard moved swiftly, knocking Han Qi unconscious with a chop and neatly stuffing him into the back seat.

Never seen such a ridiculous request.

Han Che had followed along.

Before the police arrived, he had dealt cleanly with his own people, including the car driven by Yaen Chi, leaving only the assassins at the scene.

He captured the two leaders; the rest, including the sniper killed in hiding, were all located by Han Che’s men.

When the police arrived, they were utterly baffled.

After digging into the identities of these assassins, they followed the leads to a mercenary group in Country Y.

Under Bo Yanching’s direction, the assassination attempt was forcibly twisted into a street gun battle of shocking scale, with top-notch weapons that put the police in a tight spot.

They had no choice but to detain the people temporarily and send a negotiator to Country Y overnight.

In a black sedan not far away, with the window halfway down, a man stretched out his hand.

His long fingers holding a cigarette, he flicked the ash and withdrew his hand, then bit the cigarette between his lips and took a drag.

He watched the police tape set up nearby and how there wasn’t a single reporter at the scene.

“This Bo Yanching really knows how to play his cards,” the man said.

The man in the driver’s seat turned around, “Sir, won’t this move tonight piss off that person?”

“Piss her off?”

Yeh Hannian tilted his head back, squinting with a smile, “If I didn’t want to piss her off, why would I come here?

It’s just—”

He removed the cigarette, resting the hand that held it on his knee, sighing with a mysteriously mingled hint of a smile, “a pity I was late.”

“By exposing such a big flaw and letting the police trace it to Country Y, if Bo Yanching makes a move, it’s only a matter of time before he traces it back to you.”

“A mercenary group that split off from the organization—I’m afraid of him tracing it?”

If it really came to that, just playing dumb would do.

It was just a shame that everything was set up perfectly, and the moment of shining heroism was snatched away.

That girl, not having practiced for several years, had indeed gotten rusty.

Did she not notice that all the snipers’ bullets were aimed at the man driving next to her?

He had given a strict order—anyone who dared to harm a single hair on her head would have to return to the Punishment Hall at headquarters to be disciplined.