Yamamoto Yu actually admired this man’s guts a little.
Mr. Gu’s friends, each and every one of them, were bold and smart men, the kind he’d almost envy.
Xi Nanfeng strode directly up to Yamamoto Yu, curling his lips into a reckless, unrestrained smile as he stared at him for two seconds, then suddenly reached out and gripped Yamamoto Yu’s wrist—the one holding the gun.
"You old bastard, if you’ve got a bone to pick, come at me! Don’t point that cold barrel at my brother." Xi Nanfeng spoke with cold sharpness as he used Yamamoto Yu’s hand to tilt the gun away from Ye Cheng’s forehead and aim it squarely at his own.
Yamamoto Yu was taken aback for a moment by the sudden move.
Having dominated the underworld for so many years, he rarely encountered someone this fearless. If he weren’t Gu Moqian’s man, Yamamoto might have considered buying him out.
"Heh heh heh..." Yamamoto Yu suddenly burst into a low laugh. "You want to die? That’s easy enough; I can grant your wish right now."
As he spoke, Yamamoto Yu’s finger slowly began to tighten on the trigger.
Just one more pull, and Xi Nanfeng would be shot in the head.
Ye Cheng weakly spoke out, raising his hand to abruptly knock Yamamoto Yu’s gun aside.
Xi Nanfeng glanced at Ye Cheng. At such close proximity, he could finally see clearly the extent of his injuries. Through the open collar of his shirt, the wound on Ye Cheng’s chest—still bleeding—was glaringly visible, the torn flesh revealing just how brutal the attack had been.
Xi Nanfeng clenched his hands at his sides so tightly that his bones audibly creaked, struggling to control his fury. He forced a crooked smile, empty of warmth: "Mind if I say a few words to my good brother?"
Yamamoto Yu couldn’t quite figure out this man, who seemed to vacillate between good and evil, but he was curious enough about what Xi Nanfeng was plotting. Smiling faintly, Yamamoto gestured invitingly: "Go ahead."
Xi Nanfeng took large steps toward Ye Cheng, looking at his handsome but battered face with sincerity, and suddenly said in an intensely serious tone: "Brother, you’ve suffered. I’ll get you out of here right now!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Xi Nanfeng reached out abruptly and yanked Ye Cheng behind him.
Seeing him ready to save someone, all the gun barrels of the black-clad men instantly aimed at the pair. Yamamoto Yu’s expression hardened as he said, "Don’t struggle; not only will you fail to save him, you won’t get away either."
"You old bastard, do you think I’m some pushover?" Xi Nanfeng grinned, showing a dazzling smile that rivaled the blazing sun overhead.
Then, he dramatically flung open his suit jacket.
Inside the suit was a belt lined with explosives, enough to turn everyone here into mincemeat.
Yamamoto Yu’s face changed drastically, and he immediately shouted at the men pointing their guns at Xi Nanfeng: "None of you shoot!"
If this blew up, everyone would die!
To sacrifice his life for two insignificant men—it wasn’t worth it.
Xi Nanfeng began guiding Ye Cheng backward while whispering to him, "Still holding up?"
Ye Cheng nodded, his expression cold: "I’m holding on..."
"Good. Brother, I swear I’ll get you out of here safely!"
Ye Cheng gazed at Xi Nanfeng’s face, which at this moment radiated an unusual seriousness, and a flicker of amusement stirred in his eyes. The rightful source is NoveI(F)ire.net
Xi Nanfeng was normally anything but serious, and Ye Cheng’s favorite pastime was teasing him. Ever since Old Mo introduced him to Second Young Master Xi—the clown he now called a friend—his life had grown exponentially more entertaining.
Ye Cheng found himself surprised, realizing that people could indeed live —so carefree and irreverent, as if joy was a perpetual state.
Despite being born into an elite family, Xi Nanfeng lived with remarkable freedom and abandon, and Ye Cheng envied him for that.
Now, having a brother willing to face life and death together with him, to fight side by side, was life’s greatest fortune.