"Who is speaking behind me?"
Po Lang's heart trembled violently, and he spun around!
He saw.
He saw a young, inexperienced face and a pair of cold but mocking eyes.
And a military knife!
That military knife, under the lightning-fast swing of Li Qianfan at 5:30 in the afternoon, glinted with a chilling cold light.
Chop—
The faint sound made as the sharp tip of the military knife effortlessly sliced through Po Lang's carotid artery.
Blood splattered!
The sunlight cascaded onto the blood, which arced beautifully through the air, reflecting a brilliant sheen.
Li Qianfan, however, dodged in time.
The black t-shirt he was wearing was bought for him by Su Ziyu.
It was a matching couple's t-shirt, black and white.
If it got stained, Su Ziyu would surely be very angry.
At the same second Li Qianfan dodged the blood, he reversed the grip on the military knife in his right hand, and like a venomous dragon, thrust it upwards from below, piercing silently through the jaw of the vulture, who was frantically adjusting his gun, like a hot knife through butter.
It pierced through the vulture's mouth and into his brain cavity.
In the abandoned courtyard beneath the eaves, Zhang Bao stood.
Hiding behind a tree, Zhang Bao had personally witnessed Li Qianfan, who had silently crept up behind the three killers, kill two of them in the space of a single second.
Zhang Bao suddenly felt like vomiting.
He thought he was already cold-blooded enough, cruel enough, and treated human lives as if they were worthless.
But now, he suddenly understood!
In front of the boyish Li Qianfan, he was merely an innocent, harmless baby.
So Zhang Bao held onto the tree, bent over, opened his mouth, and puked with a "wala wala" sound.
Plop!
A man, bleeding from his left eye and trembling all over, rolled from the roof and landed heavily not far from Zhang Bao's feet.
Eagle Eye.
Eagle Eye, who had controlled the drone and cornered Du Junlin, forcing him to be at their mercy, didn't even understand what was happening when the military knife fiercely pierced his left eye.
Their Wild Wolf killer group was a famous super-class killer group on the dark web!
There were even times when the five of them took on mercenary missions.
They had roamed across Europe, America, and Africa for many years, unrivaled.
Today!
They had inexplicably met a tragic end in the East!
At the very moment his life completely vanished, Eagle Eye questioned God in his heart: "Why is this happening!?"
God replied: "This is the East, it's not under my jurisdiction."
Zhang Bao stared blankly at the now motionless Eagle Eye, not knowing how much time had passed.
Once again, "Waaaa—"
Just as Zhang Bao was about to vomit his gallbladder, Li Qianfan let go of the military knife he had snatched from Bai Gou.
He picked up the drone's remote control from the roof tile, walked to the eaves, and leaped down from the more than three-meter-high house.
As soon as his feet touched the ground, he quickly bent his knees, placed his right hand on the ground, and absorbed the powerful inertia.
Li Qianfan looked up at the drone still hovering in the courtyard, stood up, and walked into the courtyard gate.
Then he stopped.
He looked towards the girl in the blood-stained white clothes, huddled behind a pile of debris in the corner.
Du Junlin also saw him.
Their eyes met!
A warm breeze blew.
Under the sunlight.
These two young people, only seven months apart in age, destined to be intertwined for life, gazed at each other for a long time, neither speaking.
A full thirty-six seconds later, Li Qianfan finally raised his hand.
He tossed the drone's remote control over, and with a look of disdain, asked, "With just this, you have the nerve to call yourself a little God of War? You have the nerve to want to be my wife, Li Qianfan?"
Slap!
Du Junlin raised his right hand and caught the remote control.
Her expression remained impassive, as if she hadn't seen Li Qianfan's disdain or heard his mockery at all.
After tossing the remote control to her, Li Qianfan quickly walked towards the east wing room.
As he passed Brother Guang, who was "immortal in spirit," his steps paused slightly.
Brother Guang had believed that a pie would fall from the sky—
Alas!
Inside the east wing room.
Splash!
Mo Hongti lifted her head from the water缸.
Du Junlin had told her that washing her face with clean water would help her regain her lost strength.
But she had directly submerged her head into the water缸.
Staying there for a long time.
She didn't even fear drowning—
But her thoughts were faster than ever before.
As she struggled to climb off the bed, she had already seen through the window that Brother Guang, who was "immortal in spirit," had fallen.
On the opposite rooftop, there were three gunmen.
And a drone was continuously firing at a pile of debris in the corner.
Shouldn't this scene she was seeing only appear in movies?
How could it have so abruptly appeared in her real world!?
She, the boss of Qingyun Heiye, was merely a little darling in the world she was currently facing.
Mo Hongti didn't believe that she could escape from the back window of the east wing room according to Du Junlin's "guidance."
Because—
There was indeed a back window in the east wing room, but there was a damn anti-theft window on it!
If Mo Hongti were to compete with anyone in terms of leg length, waist thickness, or the beauty of her hip curve, she would be full of confidence and fear no one.
But if she had to twist off an anti-theft window with her bare hands?
Let's just compare leg lengths—
"I must live."
"I will definitely live!"
"Without Mo Hongti in this world, it would be an eternal night!"
Mo Hongti, whose head was submerged in the water缸 and was about to suffocate, suddenly looked up as her brain short-circuited.
Splash.
She opened her eyes.
Mo Hongti saw someone standing at the doorway.
Through the blurred water, Mo Hongti could vaguely make out that this person seemed to be Li Qianfan, who completely disregarded her fate.
She stared for what felt like ten thousand years before raising her hand to wipe her face.
Her gaze, now completely unclouded, turned towards that person.
Yes.
It was Li Qianfan!
She hadn't misread.
Just when she was at her most desperate, Li Qianfan appeared before her.
"You, you didn't abandon me."
Mo Hongti suddenly smiled charmingly, her bare feet stepping onto the ground, and she walked towards him with a graceful sway.
Li Qianfan looked at the woman, fell silent for a moment, and then said, "Don't let it happen again."
Before he finished speaking.
The woman suddenly lunged into his arms with such force.
She slammed Li Qianfan heavily against the open door.
Crash.
As a piece of glass shattered, Mo Hongti, whose hands were tightly wrapped around his neck, opened her mouth and bit fiercely onto his right shoulder.
Damn it.
What is she doing?
Is she a dog?
In pain, Li Qianfan raised his hand to push her away.
Mo Hongti suddenly burst into loud sobs.
Her cries could travel against the wind for eight hundred miles, like a widow who had just lost her husband, but they were filled with the joy of impending new life.
In any case, Mo Hongti's current cries and thoughts were very complex.
Li Qianfan felt somewhat helpless.
Seeing her cry so tragically, he knew she was truly terrified and truly needed a strong man to provide her with a safe embrace and help her drive away the fear imprinted on her soul.
Li Qianfan could only lean against the door like an idiot, letting her cry her heart out.
He looked out at the courtyard.
Du Junlin had already walked out from the corner, and the drone had landed, right at her feet.
She stood there quietly, ignoring the wound on her left shoulder.
Due to continuous blood loss, her face was very pale.
But she just stood there, her eyes blank, quietly watching Li Qianfan.
Not knowing how long passed.
Mo Hongti finally tired of crying and voluntarily let go of Li Qianfan.
Li Qianfan then breathed a sigh of relief: "Wait a moment, Zhang Bao brought you some clothes."
He said this, turned, and quickly walked towards the outside of the courtyard gate.
Outside.
Zhang Bao was still holding onto the wall, continuously retching.
Li Qianfan took the backpack from his shoulder, returned to the east wing room, and threw it to Mo Hongti, who was now sitting on the bed: "Hurry up and change, we can't miss the last bus back to Qingyun."
He came today, and he would return today.
This was Li Qianfan's promise to Su Ziyu, and he would not break his word.
After instructing Mo Hongti, Li Qianfan slowly walked in front of Du Junlin.
Looking into her eyes—
He said coldly: "Du Junlin, I've arrived."