Chapter 794: The Chase

In the car, Yeh Hannian had just withdrawn his hand when Nan Jiaojiao nearly snapped it off.

He yelped in pain like a pig being slaughtered, so loud he could’ve flipped the hood with his voice alone.

“Easy, grandma, I still need that left hand, at least to hold the steering wheel now!”

Nan Jiaojiao then let go of his hand and sat back, “Don’t bully him.”

“Such protection!”

Yeh Hannian shook out his hand, nudging his hat up a notch without much force, since every finger was aching.

“Then why are you even leaving?

Stay and share in his hardships.”

Nan Jiaojiao ignored his snide remark.

Yeh Hannian, however, couldn’t stand being neglected, he sneered, “Thinking of going back to check how many are still eying you, and then wipe them all out before returning to his side?”

Nan Jiaojiao turned her head to look out the window.

He glanced over, catching only an expressionless profile.

He refused to believe she could remain so composed.

“What nonsense.

Do you not have an idea of how many enemies the Killing Alliance has?

Even if it’s only those few who’ve seen your true face, those few can’t be taken down easily, and besides,” Yeh Hannian flipped on the turn signal, steered the wheel, and continued to stir the pot, “by the time you come back, there may not even be a place for you by his side.”

Nan Jiaojiao clicked her tongue in irritation, “Why are you so annoying.”

“What’s the matter?

Did I hit a nerve, and now you’re flipping out?”

Nan Jiaojiao gave him a cold look, “Yes, so what?”

If she had been coy or tried to argue, Yeh Hannian would have been even more enthused, but she admitted it outright, choking back the words that were on the tip of his tongue.

He touched his nose, “I saved your life too, you know.

Don’t I get some affection for that?”

“Just that mouthful of water in the desert, how long are you going to harp on it?”

Yeh Hannian immediately felt indignant, “Is it about the water?

Couldn’t I have kept it for myself to drink?

Life-saving water, and you take it for granted!”

Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t be bothered to engage with him.

Her gaze inadvertently swept to the rear-view mirror, catching sight of the car biting at their heels.

The license plate was familiar to her.

“Bo Yanching is in that car, isn’t he?”

Yeh Hannian saw it too and snorted, “Stinking man, never gives up hope!”

“Hold tight, I’m going to gun it.”

Yeh Hannian slammed on the accelerator, the steering wheel nearly sparked in his hands.

The night road was nearly empty, but his speed surpassed that of the highway.

Since he was already breaking the rules, he dashed through yellow lights too.

However, within three blocks, Yaen Chi caught up with them.

Nan Jiaojiao’s eyes snapped open, half of her face numbed by the cold wind.

As soon as her vision cleared, she immediately checked the mirror.

Someone got out of the car behind them, and she faintly heard Yaen Chi’s curse: “Dare to drag race with me, eaten up with guts, I really want to see what kind of cow or horse dares to strut around on my turf!”

“Fuck!”

Yeh Hannian flung the car door open, moved around to the back, and found the rear of the car crumpled in.

He quickly assumed the posture of a crash victim: “You’re doomed, you’re not getting away without seven figures!”

“Who do you think you’re yelling at?”

Yaen Chi hooked him quickly, choking Yeh Hannian’s neck from behind and pulling him close to his chest, followed by a punch to Yeh Hannian’s stomach.

He hissed, “Pretty bold, huh?

Not seeing whose man you’re trying to take.”

Yeh Hannian laughed, with a face like a ghostly apparition under the rim of his cap in the dark, he cleverly wriggled free from Yaen Chi’s grip, pulled his cap down lower, his lips twisted in a carefree smirk.

“I’m done messing with you.”

Yeh Hannian exercised his wrist, the crack of his bones loud, “Let’s wrap this up fast, don’t keep me from making my escape.”