Chapter 801: We Almost Got Married

“Master…”

Large beads of sweat rolled down White Fox’s face, his eyes stiffly shifting to Nan Jiaojiao beneath his mask.

He had intended to play the fool, hoping to garner some apprentice-mentor camaraderie, but one look at Nan Jiaojiao’s expression stopped him from doing so.

He replied honestly, “Back then, there were ambushers everywhere in the shadows.

You were exposed within the enemy’s firing range while Bo Yanching was entangled with you.

The longer you stayed, the more dangerous it became.

If I hadn’t said what I did, would you have been able to escape so quickly?”

Nan Jiaojiao pushed her hand forward half an inch, pressing harder against White Fox’s temple.

Her thin lips pressed tight before relaxing after a moment, and she said only, “Don’t let it happen again.”

White Fox immediately breathed a sigh of relief and quickly supported his neck.

He glanced at Nan Jiaojiao, his eyes flickering, and thought to himself there wouldn’t be a next time.

Back at the Killing Alliance, she would never be able to leave again.

Yeh Hannian had been listening for quite a while, and said with interest, “White Fox calls you Master, Xiao Nannan, you must be the renowned Little Princess, right?”

Nan Jiaojiao turned her head to look out the window, ignoring him.

Yeh Hannian seemed to have discovered her secret, and was especially pleased, “I thought you were at most a high-ranking member, didn’t expect you to be one of the Five Great Elders.

Why don’t you come with me?”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t speak, but White Fox’s explosive temper couldn’t hold back.

He quickly cocked the gun pressed against Yeh Hannian’s back of the head, “Snatching someone right in front of me, do you believe I’ll shoot you?”

Yeh Hannian was fearless, resting his elbow on the window sill, his long fingers gently brushing past his lip corner, the darkness cast by the car roof couldn’t conceal the flames about to erupt in his eyes, “Don’t do that, be gentle.

We might end up as family you know; back then, she almost married me.”

“Shut your damn mouth!”

Yeh Hannian used two fingers to move White Fox’s gun aside, “I’m not lying, you can ask her.”

White Fox took the opportunity to retract the gun.

Yeh Hannian was still useful.

Even if he were to die, it couldn’t be now; two-thirds of his men stayed behind to clean up, and he didn’t have enough people to receive him.

If they wanted to leave Rongcheng City smoothly, they did indeed need Yeh Hannian’s influence.

But before leaving, they first went to the museum, broke through the top-level defenses, and placed five national treasures in the display cabinet.

White Fox fiddled with a vase in his hand, looked at it disdainfully, and clicked his tongue, “Only two left to settle accounts, seems like this deal can’t be completed.”

Yeh Hannian glanced at him, “If it can’t be done, it can’t be done.

I’ll cover whatever losses incurred.”

The other two treasures were not national treasures and were not theirs to begin with, so they shouldn’t take them.

Yeh Hannian indeed was a peculiar person, stateless and considered a black household, yet he reigned supreme in Mingzhou.

Nonetheless, he held a deep affection for C Country.

More so than White Fox, he had been donating to museums.

“Do I need your compensation?

Do I care about your money?!”

Nan Jiaojiao suddenly looked up, her expression unclear and complicated.

She had once said the same thing to Bo Yanching back then.

“You’re the one who rejected it, so don’t blame me for not looking after you.”

White Fox shot him a glance, “Who cares about your dirty money.”

Then he turned to protect Nan Jiaojiao as they walked out, leaning in to speak softly to her, “Master, do you think these things will cause a big problem?”

They certainly would.

But Nan Jiaojiao replied with an especially brazen remark, “Why are you worrying?

That’s the diplomats’ business to worry about.”

White Fox laughed, adjusted his mask, suddenly looked at Nan Jiaojiao, then reached into his bosom and pulled out a small black cat mask.

“Why don’t you put it on?

I can’t get used to your face.

It always seems too delicate.”