"A Cheng took a bullet; he’s as good as dead. Stop worrying about him!" Chuyang was as anxious as an ant on a hot stove.
"Shut up! Say one more word, and I’ll throw you down!" Ji Wei snapped coldly.
Under Ji Wei’s piercing gaze, Chuyang immediately shut his mouth in fright.
The pilot was still waiting for instructions.
Down below were all Yamamoto Yu’s men. Ji Wei knew that if A Cheng fell, there was no chance he would survive...
She bit her lips fiercely, nearly breaking the skin and drawing blood, before slowly turning her head. Her eyes were red as she nodded toward the pilot.
The pilot, eyes glistening with tears, trembled as he reached back to pull the engine lever. The rotor blades roared deafeningly, and the gust of wind kicked up blinded the gang of men in black on the ground.
The helicopter ascended continuously, bullets still flying at it, but ultimately unable to stop it from escaping.
Down below, Miyata stared helplessly as the helicopter disappeared into the horizon, powerless to act, clenching his teeth furiously. "Bakayarou!"
A Cheng lay on the ground, staring at the helicopter fading into the distance. Blood spilled from the corners of his mouth, yet a faint smile appeared.
The bullet had pierced his lungs. He knew his death was certain.
This life was a gift from Mr. Ye, and now having helped save Mr. Ye’s friends, he felt his death was not in vain.
Enraged, Miyata stomped up, seeing A Cheng lying there amidst a pool of blood, still wearing that faint smile. Wrath overtaking him, he raised his pistol and fired several shots directly into A Cheng’s heart!
A Cheng’s body convulsed violently a few times, his expression froze, and he took his last breath.
In the helicopter, Ji Wei watched from above as Miyata aimed at A Cheng and fired. Tears rushed down uncontrollably, and she couldn’t stop crying.
Her fingers dug sharply into her palms, her bloodshot eyes burning with fury and hatred.
A Cheng’s death had to be avenged!
In a secret underground room in Tokyo, the air was heavy, thick with the smell of blood.
In a partitioned-off small room, blood-soaked gauze was repeatedly being removed. The doctor Zimei had brought in was operating on Gu Moqian.
Ji Wei crouched near the wall, hugging her knees, her vacant eyes fixed on the curtain at the doorway, watching medical staff come and go.
Her mind was filled with the scene of A Cheng’s death. Her hands and feet were ice cold, devoid of any warmth.
Ye Cheng leaned against the wall nearby, looking worn and pale.
He had already learned that A Cheng died at Miyata’s hands. Though he said nothing, everyone could see how deeply affected he was.
"Have some water." Zimei noticed his cracked, dry lips and tenderly poured him a glass.
Ye Cheng didn’t move a muscle, not even shifting his gaze.
Zimei understood the significance of A Cheng to Ye Cheng. To him, A Cheng was like a younger brother. Ever since Ye Cheng’s biological brother tragically drowned when he was young, he began cherishing the young man he had rescued by chance even more.
Zimei wasn’t good at comforting people. Her slender, fair fingers traced the rim of the glass as she lowered her gaze. Saying nothing, she fell silent.
No one uttered a word. Bound to a chair in another partitioned room, Chuyang was growing restless and finally yelled out, "Is anyone there? I need to relieve myself! Hurry up and untie me!" Thɪs chapter is updated by novᴇlfire.net
Zimei’s brow furrowed sharply as she abruptly turned and headed toward the room where Chuyang was being held.
Without any hesitation, Zimei stuffed a rag directly into Chuyang’s mouth.