Chapter 800: Don't Touch Her

Yaen Chi lost his voice for a second.

By the time he had gotten rid of White Fox, Nan Jiaojiao had already struck Bo Yanching at the back of his neck with the butt of her gun.

He was already weak and passed out immediately.

Nan Jiaojiao immediately supported him, not caring that she dropped the gun.

The majority of Bo Yanching’s weight bore down on her.

Nan Jiaojiao couldn’t hold up, especially since she had a bullet lodged in her back.

Yeh Hannian noticed something was off with her, braced his hand, jumped down from the roof of the car, took Bo Yanching’s arm, gave a light assist, and then smoothly pushed him toward Yaen Chi.

“Hurry up and get him out of here.”

Yaen Chi first checked on Bo Yanching’s condition.

It was this brief lapse that allowed Nan Jiaojiao and the others to get into the car smoothly.

When he looked up, all he saw were several car rear ends.

“Bastard!”

Yaen Chi cursed, pulled out his phone, and called Mo Tingshen, saying directly, “Block all the passages in Rongcheng City; don’t let Nan Jiaojiao escape.”

“Jiaojiao?”

Mo Tingshen had already left, and Chu Yao insisted on drinking with him; she got drunk and was pestering him to become sworn siblings, creating a ruckus.

Mo Tingshen had taken her home, so he was unaware of the events that had unfolded later.

He didn’t take Yaen Chi’s words seriously and laughed, “Dare to catch Jiaojiao, are you not afraid Bo Lao San will beat you up?”

“He beat me?” Yaen Chi let out an annoyed laugh, “How?

Nan Jiaojiao stabbed him and ran.”

Mo Tingshen fell silent, “Is that so?”

“Yes, I must bring her back and ask her properly.

Brother Yan was so good to her, what kind of deep hatred does she have to push her to do this?

Has she been eaten by dogs!”

“Don’t shout.”

On Mo Tingshen’s end, there was the sound of him getting dressed; he grabbed his car keys and asked Yaen Chi for his location, then suddenly realized he should be sending the information to Xu Shu.

“I’ll meet you at the hospital.

We can arrest her, sure, I still have some men I can use, but you need to understand one thing—does Bo Lao San want to catch her or not?”

“Do I still need to—”

Before the word “ask” could be uttered, Yaen Chi’s hand holding the phone was suddenly caught by Bo Yanching.

The man shakily raised his head, nodding it gently a few times, with all the tension in his body surging to the upper half, stretching out several clear lines along his neck.

That gaze slowly shifted to Yaen Chi’s face.

In those blood-like eyes, such a look was like the facet of a diamond, clear and sharp, with cold edges.

His lips parted and pressed together, forming three words, “Don’t touch her.”

Yaen Chi was truly exasperated.

“Let her go?”

“Let her.”

Yaen Chi looked steadily at him, the blows he’d received from Yeh Hannian starting to throb with pain.

He endured and endured again, but his anger was uncontrollable, yet he was helpless.

“Damn it!”

Yaen Chi looked up and said to the person on the phone, “Did you hear that?”

Mo Tingshen, uncharacteristically not mocking, breathed so quietly it was barely audible.

Before hanging up the phone he said, “Go to the hospital.”

…

After Nan Jiaojiao got in the car, she rolled down the window and aimed at the sniper’s hiding spot, firing several shots in succession.

White Fox adjusted her earpiece and immediately communicated the position to her subordinates, “Catch them alive, I want to bring them back.

The prison at the border hasn’t had a newcomer for a long time.

I want to try my new tricks on them.”

Yeh Hannian glanced at the rearview mirror, “I say, you two, I’m not on the same path as your Killing Alliance.

You’re not going to capture me as well once we’re out of Rongcheng City, are you?”

White Fox chuckled under her breath and raised her handgun to Yeh Hannian’s temple, “What do you think, you big piece of trash?”

His smile had barely formed when suddenly a gun was pointed at his forehead.

Nan Jiaojiao asked coldly, “Why did you deliberately say that?”