Chapter 712: Xiao Nannan They Hit Me

“What?” Yeh Xing’s eyelids twitched violently.

Yeh Hannian stared straight ahead, afraid that if he blinked, the person would vanish.

Clenching his teeth, he said without the luxury of rambling, “Hurry up, beat me to death.”

Yeh Xing’s eyes glittered with excitement as he rubbed his hands together, eager to start.

“But…

Master, isn’t that a bit inappropriate?”

When he saw that Yeh Hannian was not joking, he tried kicking him.

“Not enough, harder.”

Yeh Xing charged over and kicked him again.

He always followed orders, but these few kicks carried some personal vendetta.

His eyes, shining keenly in the darkness like hungry wolf cubs, even rolled up his sleeves, ready for a serious beating.

Suddenly, his neck was grabbed from behind just as he was about to lunge forward.

With unsteady footing, his whole body was flipped backward.

Yeh Xiao pressed him against the wall by his neck and shut the door with a flick of his hand.

Yeh Xing’s head buzzed.

As soon as he regained his senses, he immediately hugged himself, “What the hell, you freak!

I’m not into men, and the boss is still outside.

Keep it together!”

Yeh Xiao rolled his eyes.

“Shut up, you know the person out there.”

“Who?”

Yeh Xing believed his reputation was notorious, but he had always maintained an air of mystery.

Most who had seen his true face were dead, the living had only seen him in disguise, or they were people he couldn’t beat.

He could count the people who knew him on more than two hands.

But he couldn’t be bothered to put the effort into guessing.

“They know you too.

Hide well, otherwise the boss’s act will be exposed, and then you’re done for.”

Yeh Xing wisely kept his mouth shut.

After a while, a muffled scream came from behind the door: “Hands!

Where the hell are you touching!”

Outside, Yeh Hannian was thrown by a dozen men in black, retreating as he fought until he reached Nan Jiaojiao’s feet.

He rolled over, grabbed Nan Jiaojiao’s…

toes.

Looking up, he first clutched his chest and gasped, “Xiao Nannan, they beat me.”

Nan Jiaojiao tipped her hat brim, not even lowering her head, looking down on him with half-closed eyes.

Her voice was colder than the night wind, “What are you playing at?”

Yeh Hannian laughed, dusting off his backside as he stood up, “I’m not acting.

Look at the wound on my face; this is real.”

The punch on his face was given by Yeh Xiao.

Before he dragged Yeh Xing away, he had “accidentally” hit Yeh Hannian in the face with his elbow.

Each bruise was genuinely painful; it was just that Yeh Hannian’s acting was too poor, and Nan Jiaojiao saw right through it.

No wonder she was not convinced; who would still be grinning like a husky while being pursued?

“Really?”

Nan Jiaojiao asked indifferently and then casually pulled the gun that Yeh Hannian had tucked behind his waist.

“Don’t feel bad, okay?”

As soon as she finished speaking, she fired a shot.

There was no sound of gunfire, but a sharp whizzing sound filled the air, and almost at the same moment, someone in the dark groaned and fell to the ground.

Clutching his shoulder, bleeding profusely, he dared not make a sound.

Yeh Hannian almost couldn’t help but react, the corner of his eye twitching, “There’s really no need to go this—”

Nan Jiaojiao looked at him.

Chillingly.

He immediately corrected himself, “That’s him, he was the one who stepped on my foot just now.”

Nan Jiaojiao asked, “Is he really one of the people chasing you?”

Yeh Hannian touched his lips dryly, thinking what to do.

If he had known better, he wouldn’t have smiled, what a perfect ploy foiled by a single facial expression.

But with the tension rising, even if Nan Jiaojiao was asking mockingly, he had to stiffen his neck and reply.

“Um… yes!”

“Okay.”

Nan Jiaojiao laughed lightly, then several gunshots rang out in quick succession, bullets flying.