When Shen Yun contacted Shan Jian Yaqing and rushed over, Li Wujiang finally couldn't hold back and also ran over.
No matter how much of a scoundrel Li Qianfan was—
He was still Li Wujiang's beloved son, born after he himself had a near-death experience.
Shan Jian Yaqing arrived and, with Shen Yun, rushed directly to the small courtyard entrance.
Li Wujiang, with Ye Tianjiao, climbed over the wall from the back alley and hid in the neighboring courtyard.
Li Wujiang heard clearly Li Qianfan's words to Du Junlin, conveyed through his feigned surrender and injuries, that they were not a good match.
Li Wujiang also heard what Shan Jian Yaqing said as she hurriedly left, holding Du Junlin.
She truly wanted to rush out and beat that vixen to death.
But she couldn't show herself.
Because this was a family matter of the village chief of Li Family Village, and she, as the mother, had no right to interfere.
All Li Wujiang could do was feel his heart bleeding, his gaze extremely somber.
Beep beep.
Zhang Bao finally drove the car over.
Mo Hongti directly kicked off her high heels and, holding Li Qianfan, stumbled out.
As soon as she got into the car, she urged Zhang Bao to drive.
Vroom, the car sped out of the small village, leaving only several corpses behind.
Li Wujiang then came out and went to the neighboring small courtyard.
Looking at the blood his son spat on the ground, Li Wujiang felt even more heartbroken.
He cursed softly before suddenly kicking the plane tree that Du Junlin had broken.
Bang.
What had that plane tree ever done to anyone?
First broken in half by Du Junlin, then snapped in two again by Li Wujiang's kick.
With nowhere to vent his anger, Li Wujiang took out his phone and dialed: "Overseas Changkong Squadron, initiate indiscriminate hunting of confirmed professional assassins! Kill as many as you can! If fewer than a hundred are killed, all of you die out there!"
In a certain sense, professional assassins were a rarer resource than beautiful women.
But because five assassins had come to hunt Du Junlin, their entire industry was now suffering the wrath of Li Wujiang.
Was Overseas Changkong the only one to start indiscriminately hunting professional assassins upon receiving the order?
No.
Li Qianfan was not Li Wujiang's biological son.
He had a father!
If his son's mother was so enraged, could some father stand idly by?
At the very least, he had to cooperate with Li Wujiang to stir up a bloody storm in the international assassin world.
These matters—
Mo Hongti of course did not know.
She just kept urging Zhang Bao to hurry, hurry, hurry!
Giving Zhang Bao a strong illusion that if he was a second slower, Li Qianfan, whom she held in her arms, would breathe his last.
"Ms. Mo, I'm already going as fast as I can. Any faster, and I fear an accident."
Zhang Bao raised his hand, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said, looking back.
If you dare have an accident, then you die for me!
Mo Hongti, with a ferocious glint in her eyes, was about to roar this softly at Zhang Bao when she suddenly shouted, "Stop!"
Stop?
Ah!
Zhang Bao, who was unnerved by Mo Hongti's stare, came to his senses and hastily applied the brakes, pulling the car to the side.
From this, it could be seen that Zhang Bao was a qualified lackey.
He did not slam on the brakes when Mo Hongti suddenly ordered him to stop.
Otherwise, after such a rapid deceleration, Mo Hongti would definitely have her head smashed against the back of the seat in front due to the strong inertia.
The reason Mo Hongti suddenly told Zhang Bao to stop
Was because Li Qianfan had woken up.
His face was still extremely pale, but his eyes were as bright as ever.
Shan Jian Yaqing was right, Li Qianfan was still far from death!
Du Junlin's kick, hitting his knee, was merely an internal injury for Li Qianfan.
The real killing blow—
Was Du Junlin's right hand, which had fiercely locked onto Li Qianfan's throat like a venomous snake!
"Little brother, are you alright?"
"Don't be afraid, I'll take you to the hospital right away."
"Just bear with it a little longer!"
Mo Hongti, her eyes filled with overwhelming joy, said urgently.
Looking at the woman's genuine concern, Li Qianfan, lying on his back in her arms, his gaze flickered.
His instinct told him that it would be best to stay away from her in the future.
Li Qianfan forced a smile and slowly sat up: "I'm fine, just spat up some blood. No need to go to the hospital, I know my own injuries well."
How skilled he was in medicine, Mo Hongti and Zhang Bao both knew.
Since he insisted on not going to the hospital—
Mo Hongti suddenly thought of something and asked, "Are you afraid that going to the hospital will make you miss the last bus back to Qingshan. If so, Su Ziyu will worry about you. Right?"
"Mm."
Li Qianfan nodded: "I promised her, this trip to Si Jiu was a same-day round trip."
Mo Hongti asked again, "What if your injuries are very serious?"
Li Qianfan casually said, "Even if I have to crawl, I'll crawl back."
A wave of sourness suddenly rose in Mo Hongti's heart.
"It's not too late yet."
Mo Hongti licked her lips and said softly, "Let's go back to the foot bath city first, you take a shower, change your clothes, and then we'll go back to Qingyun."
"Okay."
Li Qianfan nodded: "Coincidentally, I need to wash this t-shirt too."
The t-shirt was covered in dust and blood.
It was filthy.
It should be discarded.
Just as Mo Hongti was about to suggest buying him a new one, Li Qianfan smiled and said, "It's a couple's outfit. If I throw it away, my wife will be unhappy. And I absolutely cannot let my wife know that I was injured here."
"You're still a wife-slave."
The sourness in Mo Hongti's heart deepened. She said to Zhang Bao, "Drive."
Hongti Foot Bath Center.
Li Qianfan went to take a shower and wash his clothes himself.
Mo Hongti, after a simple treatment for her knee injury (caused by kneeling and bumping), leaned against the doorway of the VIP room and silently lit a cigarette.
Zhang Bao stood a short distance away, accompanying her cautiously.
"Zhang Bao."
Mo Hongti looked up at the ceiling and said softly.
Zhang Bao quickly walked over: "Ms. Mo, what are your orders?"
"I want—"
Mo Hongti murmured, "I've fallen in love."
Zhang Bao's jaw twitched violently.
He naturally understood what Mo Hongti meant by that sentence.
She had fallen in love.
Mo Hongti, who had married eight husbands before and never considered men as a concept, finally knew what love was!
She had fallen in love with Li Qianfan.
In just one afternoon.
It was precisely because he understood this clearly that Zhang Bao was afraid.
He boldly advised, "My dear madam, please refrain from falling in love. Li Qianfan is not someone any woman can fall in love with. I have a strong premonition that Du Junlin will not give up their engagement just because Li Qianfan was willing to be injured by her."
Mo Hongti did not speak.
She continued to look at the ceiling, lost in thought.
At nine o'clock and five minutes in the evening.
A high-speed train from Si Jiu stopped at Qingyun Station.
As Li Qianfan stood up, he said to Mo Hongti, who was by the window, "Some things are better known to yourself."
"Don't worry, I'd rather die than tell anyone."
Mo Hongti pursed her lips and giggled, "If people knew you were such a treasure, wouldn't they all come to curry favor with you? I understand the principle of hoarding valuable goods better than anyone."
Li Qianfan smiled and said no more.
As he walked towards the door, Mo Hongti suddenly said, "Little brother, can you come to Victoria once a month?"
Li Qianfan turned back.
Mo Hongti's eyes lit up: "I'll perform the 'Wu Yi' dance for you and personally serve you to savor its unparalleled beauty."
"Let's forget it. After all, our relationship can only be considered acquaintances."
Li Qianfan finished speaking and quickly walked towards the door.
By the roadside outside the station.
A small Mini Cooper, covered in couple stickers, was parked there.
In front of the car.
Stood a girl wearing a white t-shirt and a black miniskirt, her legs bare, and a pair of flat leather sandals on her feet.
Su Ziyu.
She kept checking her phone for the time.
"Little husband, why isn't he out yet?"
She muttered this for the seventh time in five minutes when someone suddenly stood in front of her.
Su Ziyu looked up.
It was a girl in her early twenties, her complexion pale but extremely beautiful and extremely cold.
Su Ziyu paused—
Before she could say anything, the extremely cold girl softly asked, "Su Ziyu?"