Chapter 711: Rooftop Borrowing a Path

“So they’re dead, big deal.

The Killing Alliance is a big organization, and it’s not like we’re short of expendable pawns, I’ve never heard of them having any humanity anyways.”

“Those two belonged to the Little Princess faction.” Yeh Hannian tapped off his cigarette ash, and with a crooked finger tapped Yeh Xing on the forehead, “Dare you cross them?”

Yeh Xing shrank his neck a bit, rare for him to be intimidated by someone.

Just thinking about White Fox and her troublesome nature made him feel sick to his stomach.

He had once been pursued across several countries, nearly losing half his life when White Fox caught him; had it not been for Yeh Hannian intervening personally and negotiating with the Killing Alliance, he might very well have been nothing but bones by now.

It’s said that heroes respect each other, and he and White Fox were two freaks who never let each other off the hook.

Having interacted so many times, they had developed a strange kind of bond.

The boss said this mission involved White Fox, and without a second word, he made sure everything back in Mingzhou was in order before he brought his men over here.

He had kept a close watch on every single move related to White Fox.

“That’s odd, boss, why do you care so much about White Fox?”

“Who cares about him.”

Yeh Hannian snorted disdainfully, “I need him to confirm something.”

“Huh?” Yeh Xing leaned in, looking harmless with his big, innocent eyes that were full of question marks.

He looked quite respectable.

Yeh Hannian was about to speak when his ears twitched, and his gaze swept aside, a thread of coldness congealing at the corners of his eyes, spreading bit by bit towards his eye sockets.

His blade-like gaze fixed on the Hook Claw hanging on the wall.

He chuckled, “You two, your skills seem to be regressing.

Have you missed someone in your sweep?”

“No way, boss.

I’ve already taken out half of your uncle’s people, and finished off the ones he sent tonight as well.

Oh right, when I shot that guy on the rope ladder, I tampered with the bullet.

Looking at the time, the whole plane should explode in two minutes.”

He insisted there couldn’t be any fish that slipped through the net, yet his voice grew weaker as he spoke, swiftly chambering his handgun and striding towards the side.

After only a few steps, though, something wrapped around his neck from behind, pulling him back as if he were a mere chicken being hoisted.

Simultaneously, a shadow slowly emerged behind the Hook Claw’s connecting rope.

The figure propped themselves on the railing and jumped up.

Clad in a black assault jacket, short boots, with a fine whip wrapped around her waist, and a black baseball cap pressed down on her head.

Yeh Hannian’s eyes instantly widened.

That person—

Judging by their shape, a woman.

She seemed to have noticed the ambush set up on the rooftop from the start, but remained unflinching, confidently adjusting her leather gloves, slender fingers stretching out from the finger tabs, slowly curling into a fist to warm up.

A clear and brisk voice carried over with the wind, “Just passing through.”

Yeh Hannian’s body trembled.

His hands shook slightly.

The cigarette in his mouth flickered on and off, and then he bit down hard, ash fluttering from his lips and scattering in the wind off his leather coat.

“What the hell!

Who the fuck is this, acting tough in front of me?

Think my path is so easily taken?

Boss, you just wait, I’m gonna fill her full of holes right now.”

Yeh Xing cursed a stream, trembling in the shoulders as he tried to shake off the hand behind his neck.

Fired up, he was about to leap forward.

Suddenly, a force flipped him over.

His back hit the wall before coming to a stop.

He tapped the wall with his toes, sparing himself the embarrassment of falling to the ground, still half a body’s height from such a fate, forcibly flipping in mid-air to land on one knee with a cool poise.

“Boss, what’s going on?”

Yeh Hannian ordered in a low voice, “Hit me.”