Chapter 824: She's Watching Me

“I really only have this many people.

I truly have no more.

Don’t argue with me at this time.

After we escape, don’t just argue, even if you hit me, I won’t fight back.”

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t believe a single word he said.

Except one sentence: truly.

Escaping is the priority.

On the third floor, Yaen Chi was watching through binoculars.

The distance was too far, and even zooming in didn’t make it any clearer.

“Who’s that girl?

Her fighting ability is off the charts.

Wouldn’t Brother Jian be envious?

It’s a pity, why do all geniuses grow crooked?”

“Hey, she seems to be looking at me.”

“What can she see from so far away, got eagle eyes?”

“No, she’s really looking this way.”

Yaen Chi was startled.

He couldn’t quite see the look in her eyes, but she was definitely looking this way directly, giving him an inexplicable chill down his spine.

His hand trembled, failing to hold the binoculars steadily, shaking them twice, and accidentally hit Bo Yanching’s arm.

He conveniently shoved the binoculars into Bo Yanching’s hands.

“Brother Yan, take a look.

I feel like I’ve been stabbed by her gaze.

Did you get entangled in some romantic debt and now she’s recognized you?”

Bo Yanching gave him a sidelong glance and slapped his hand away, “Let’s go.

You have Li Jian clean up the place a bit.”

“Leaving just like that?”

Yaen Chi caught up.

The man had long legs and took a few steps to widen the gap.

Yaen Chi had to jog a few steps to catch up.

He wanted to take out a cigarette but remembered he’d left it on the balcony, too lazy to go back and get it.

He reached to take one from Bo Yanching’s pocket and suddenly noticed what seemed like a few spots of blood on Bo Yanching’s waist.

“Did the wound reopen?”

Bo Yanching didn’t speak.

“It needs dressing.

After half a month of healing, it finally grew a bit of new flesh.

It should be getting better, not bleeding.”

Yaen Chi was about to reach out.

Before his fingers got close, Bo Yanching slapped his hand away.

He felt uneasy, couldn’t tell why, but there was a persistent ache in his chest.

He couldn’t even feel the pain from his waist injury.

If it weren’t for Yaen Chi mentioning it, he wouldn’t have noticed at all.

He lifted his jacket to take a look, fingers touching the edge of the wound through the shirt.

He said calmly, “It’s nothing serious.

It can be bandaged later.”

There’s a doctor on the plane, and the medical kit is fully stocked, much more effective than Yaen Chi making a fuss here.

After a few steps, Bo Yanching suddenly stopped by the wall, clutching his chest, his face rapidly turning pale as if he couldn’t catch his breath.

“What’s wrong?”

Yaen Chi wanted to help but didn’t dare.

The only thing he could think of was that the wound was infected.

Bo Yanching didn’t say anything.

He couldn’t explain the sudden heartache.

…

Yeh Hannian’s people were exhausted.

Nan Jiaojiao didn’t ask about the outcome of those people, good if they escaped, but if not, they wouldn’t fare well in Li Jian’s hands.

However, Yeh Hannian always valued loyalty.

He should have some backup plans in place, besides, the people he keeps by his side know quite a few of his secrets.

Even if not for their lives, for his own sake, he would find an opportunity to arrange for someone to rescue them.

But his current state, if it continues, was truly reaching his limit.

“No more running.”

He lay on a patch of weeds, clutching his chest, unable to slap or soothe it, feeling like every movement was a waste of energy.

He glanced at Nan Jiaojiao from the corner of his eye, suddenly smiling, “This time it’s really entrusting someone with my legacy.”

Nan Jiaojiao ignored him.

She looked around, picked a leaf, nicked the edge with her nail a few times, and put it to her lips to blow.

Yeh Hannian listened for a while; it was a little tune, mild yet exuding a sense of menace.

He looked up at the sky, clearly bright and clear, yet his vision seemed as if veiled by mist.

He brazenly looked at Nan Jiaojiao.

Having her by his side before dying.

It was worth it.