After a long nap, Yuran felt the car still in motion. She estimated that it had been over four hours since they set off, but where they were taking her was anyone’s guess. While yawning, she posed her captors a question, "Excuse me, where are you planning to take me? After all this meandering, how much is your employer paying you? Share with me—I’ve told you, if I said I could give double, I definitely can."
Upon hearing this, the Blonde Lady who had captured her earlier turned her head, glaring at Yuran fiercely, "Shut up! You have no place to speak here. Open your mouth again, and see if I don’t kill you."
Raising an eyebrow, Yuran was unconvinced, "Threats like these don’t work on me. If you wanted to kill me, there have been plenty of opportunities. But the fact that I’m still alive proves I’m more valuable this way. Since you love money, you’d naturally want to keep me alive."
The Blonde Lady retorted, "As long as you’re alive, do you believe that I can make you wish you were dead as long as you have a breath left in you?"
Yuran nodded, "I believe that, but let me share with you a bit about my husband’s character. If you really make my life worse than death, believe me, that will be the start of your retribution. Don’t believe me? You can try. I couldn’t care less."
Rumble rumble rumble—
The sound of an airplane’s propellers was difficult to ignore. The Blonde Lady stuck her head out to look, and saw a helicopter circling overhead, sporting unfamiliar markings and unknown people.
She quietly said to her companion in French, "The people above seem to be our enemies. Do you think they’ve come for her?"
Thinking Yuran didn’t understand French, the pair didn’t bother hiding their conversation. As Yuran listened and raised an eyebrow, she speculated about the helicopter overhead. Even if it wasn’t here for her, it had to be related to her in some way. She wasn’t being narcissistic; here, Bo Yan did wield such influence.
That’s why she wasn’t the least bit worried about being kidnapped.
The helicopter lowered a ladder, and Lu Xizhou’s tall and agile figure immediately appeared on it. Clutching a gun, the dark barrel aimed at the driver.
The Blonde Lady’s face paled, "Be careful."
"Never mind me, you shoot!" she commanded.
Initially hesitant, the Blonde Lady soon started shooting in Lu Xizhou’s direction. Thanks to his professional training and the bulletproof vest he wore, he wasn’t intimidated at all. With one hand on the gun and the other gripping the ladder, he aimed at their car and shot, blowing out the tire.
The car jolted violently.
In the back seat, without a seatbelt, Yuran was thrown around helplessly, her head hitting the front seat, instantly covered in blood, her teeth clenching in pain.
Whoever it was that came to the rescue, was this rescuing or harming?
The Blonde Lady and her male accomplice had intended to use Yuran as a hostage to get through the situation, but several more people quickly descended from the helicopter, completely surrounding the stopped car.
Although the two were skilled fighters, their heads were soon forcibly pressed down. Lu Xizhou casually approached, removing the cloth from Yuran’s face and untying her hands. Seeing the wound on her forehead, he was taken aback, "What happened to your forehead?"
Yuran glared at him, "Who was it that fired just now?"
Lu Xizhou looked sheepish, "Me, sister-in-law. Not bad shooting, huh?"
Looking at him skeptically with a forced smile, Yuran said, "Yeah, great shooting. I was sitting here all safe and sound, and because of your shot, now I’m wounded. Look here, this masterpiece on my forehead is your doing."
Embarrassed, Lu Xizhou rubbed his nose and changed the subject, "Old Seven is already on his way. You should come with me first."
"He..." Yuran looked at Lu Xizhou with concern, "Thank you, Third Brother. You arrived just in time."
Lu Xizhou, of course, didn’t just accept her gratitude as something natural. After all, Yuran was Old Seven’s wife, and saving his sister-in-law was the right thing to do.
The two were bound together by Lu Xizhou’s men. Seeing that Yuran insisted on waiting for Bo Yan, Lu Xizhou walked over to them and lifted the man’s chin with his foot, "You seem quite adept at kidnapping. A habitual criminal, I guess."
The man, not afraid at all anymore, simply snorted and remained silent.
The Blonde Lady glared at Yuran viciously. Yuran smiled back, "I told you before, I’m not a good target, but none of you listened. I also said I would give you double the money if you just took me back, but again you didn’t listen."
"Now you’re tied up , happy?"
"I was quite upset earlier, but seeing you now, I must say, you got off easy. Enjoy your karma."