Chapter 798: You Hurt Him

Bo Yanching’s figure swayed, and suddenly he seized her.

“Say that again.”

“What’s the point of repeating it?

Eating back my words once is enough, why should I do it twice?”

Nan Jiaojiao shoved his hand away, “Isn’t it better to part ways when we still look good?

Must you force me to speak my mind, Bo Yanching, when did you become so low?”

She spoke too hastily, fearing she had pushed him too hard, and almost immediately regretted it as she looked up and hurriedly crashed into his pitch-black pupils.

Those eyes, unlike their usual calm, conveyed an instinctive dread, shaking as if trembling when he looked at her, even if anger was present, it was quickly shrouded by a layer of defeated gray.

Nan Jiaojiao’s fingertips tensed.

It felt as if a large hand was grasping her heart, painfully constricting it.

“Yaen Chi!”

Nan Jiaojiao called out loudly, and Yaen Chi quickly arrived.

Before he could ask “What happened?” he was startled to see the knife lodged in Bo Yanching’s waist and the hand under Nan Jiaojiao’s sleeve stained red with blood.

“Did you hurt him?”

“Yes!”

Nan Jiaojiao frankly stated, “Take him away, I don’t want to see him for another second!”

Without thinking further, Yaen Chi swiftly stepped forward and supported the already unsteady Bo Yanching.

The moment he touched him, he realized how unusually weak Bo Yanching was; the knife had penetrated two-thirds of the way, his black shirt was soaked through, and no direction of wind could disperse the blood scent enveloping him.

“Nan Jiaojiao, have you lost your mind?”

Yaen Chi gritted his teeth, “He thought you took the wrong floor, knowing the seventh floor was dangerous he still went looking for you.

To celebrate your birthday, he booked the city’s LED screens, he even had a ring prepared, planning to propose after clearing up the misunderstanding.

He usually spoils and indulges you, and this is how you repay him, by stabbing him?”

Nan Jiaojiao turned her back, her nails digging fiercely into her fingertips.

She took a deep breath in secret, her mouth curving into a mocking smile, “Who cares about what he does.”

To Yaen Chi, these words equated to “late affection is no better than grass.”

Bo Yanching also looked at her incredulously, his lips nearly colorless as he tensed them, and suddenly, a line of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth.

He could endure the excruciating headache, but Nan Jiaojiao’s words, sharp as knives, made him feel even worse than death by a thousand cuts.

It made everything he prepared that evening seem like a joke.

At that moment, several cars arrived.

The one in the front hadn’t even come to a full stop when a man jumped out of the back seat.

He adjusted the Fox Mask on his face and quickly approached.

He glanced at Nan Jiaojiao, then at Bo Yanching.

“How is he still alive?”

Nan Jiaojiao looked at him, her eyes filled with warning.

White Fox, as if he didn’t notice, said in front of Bo Yanching, “Don’t forget the mission you accepted, the assassination of Bo Yanching has always been on the S+ mission list.

Since you took it, you should have followed through.

Why leave him alive?”

He drew his gun, loaded it swiftly, and aimed straight at Bo Yanching’s forehead.

Yaen Chi also reacted in an instant, directing his gun at White Fox’s temple.

White Fox raised an eyebrow with a smirk, tilting his head, “Can’t do it, can you?

Then let me.

This mission is mine.”

Yaen Chi hissed, “You dare!”

White Fox posed as if to say, “Watch me dare.”

The moment he fired, Nan Jiaojiao grabbed his collar, raising her long leg and pressing down on White Fox’s shoulder, flipping him over onto the ground.

“Bang!”