Chapter 710: Killing Alliance S-level Mission

Han Che shrugged off his suit jacket and tossed it over Zhou Zining.

“Miss Zhou, I’ll take you to the hospital.”

Zhou Zining glared at him, wishing she could hack him to pieces.

She enunciated each word deliberately, as if they were forced out through blood-soaked water, “My phone, give it back to me.”

Han Che laughed, “I can’t give it to you for now.

You’re emotionally unstable and you’re injured.

Getting to the hospital is what’s important.”

“Give me my phone!”

Han Che pretended not to see her fierce expression and smiled even more politely, “I really can’t give it to you.

What if you call the Fourth Young Master?

I’m afraid he’d go soft.”

Zhou Zining abruptly froze.

A surge of hatred and fear clashed within her, her eyes, which had wept blood and dried, started to brim with tears again.

No more words were spoken.

That night.

On the rooftop of the hospital, a shadowy figure flickered into view.

The gunshot was silenced, and the sniper hiding in the shadows was quietly dealt with.

A helicopter hovered overhead, lowering a rope ladder with two people clinging to it.

As they attempted to descend to the rooftop, their companions were taken out and, after a brief hesitation of just a few seconds, they hurriedly climbed back up

The ladder.

“Bang, bang!”

The man fired two shots, casually adding sound effects with his mouth.

Yeh Xiao glanced at Yeh Xing with indifference, “You show-off, if you keep flaunting like this, be careful or I’ll take care of you.”

Yeh Xing blew on the barrel of his gun and deliberately inhaled deeply, sucking back in half of the dispersed smoke.

His lips curved up in a wicked smile, “What’s there to fear?

These few people aren’t enough for me to warm up.

The boss had me come two days late, I’ve been holding back in Rongcheng City for so long, my damn gun’s almost rusty.”

He was only in his early twenties, still with baby fat on his cheeks, his features handsome and youthful.

To say without exaggeration, if you dressed him in a school uniform, he’d be indistinguishable from a middle school student.

Who would believe he was the left and right hand man of Yeh Hannian?

His standing was equal to that of Yeh Xiao.

But his methods were several times more brutal—a born killer, and then some.

Just then, the sound of leather shoes tapping on the floor echoed from the stairwell.

A tall figure emerged from the shadows, dressed in a black leather jacket over a matching turtleneck sweater, leaning casually against the doorframe.

His pale eyes skimmed towards the direction of the sniper.

He was holding a cigarette in his hand, slowly bringing it to his lips.

Yeh Xing immediately lit a lighter, shielding the flame as he passed it over.

Yeh Hannian tilted his head to light the cigarette and asked, “Is everything taken care of?”

Yeh Xing was quick to claim credit, “All clear, took out two on the plane, too, not a single one put up a fight.”

Yeh Hannian gave him an amused look, his eyebrows dipping as he reached out to ruffle Yeh Xing’s hair, “Good kid, I’ll buy you candy tomorrow.”

“No way, I don’t want candy, I just want a gun.”

Yeh Hannian gazed at him intently, “Forget about it, the guns of the Killing Alliance are not for sale.”

“Buzzkill!”

Yeh Xing had merely been speaking off the cuff; even Yaen Chi couldn’t buy guns from the Killing Alliance, and neither could they.

It wasn’t that the “Night Emperor” was any less than Yaen Chi, it was just that one was black and the other white; they were not on the same path and couldn’t truly be compared.

The Killing Alliance had stood for many years, unafraid of both the black and white realms.

In some aspects, they could even suppress the people of both these worlds—who would dare provoke them lightly?

In a trance, he heard Yeh Hannian ask, “Did you handle everything I asked you to?”

“Yep, all tight.

It’s said to be an S-level mission from the Killing Alliance, White Fox personally took it.

I’ve been squatting around here for days without a whiff of White Fox coming to Rongcheng City.

Only sent over two underlings…

Ah, right, those two lackeys—”