Target Three didn’t rest in the room that housed the Chief Alliance Officer’s Wife; in the afternoon, she simply found an excuse to have Meng Xinian step out and not clean the place. In reality, that room was previously occupied by the elderly and even if it were just to make do for one night, how could a fashionable woman who cares about appearances like to stay in that room?
Of course, Meng Xinian did not expose her.
Around nine o’clock at night, the old mansion completely quieted down.
In the middle of the night, Meng Xinian called Chiang Xiao to the room where the Chief Alliance Officer’s Wife was staying. Before long, a sudden commotion erupted outside, seemingly coming from the kitchen area.
Chiang Xiao immediately rushed to the door, only to see a dark figure crouching down—Meng Xinian himself had entered the room.
In the dark, Chiang Xiao was about to ask him about his plan when he suddenly fell toward her.
Chiang Xiao instinctively reached out to support him, nearly being overwhelmed by his weight.
In fact, the moment she supported him, Chiang Xiao realized with a start that this was not Meng Xinian, but Chu Liang, who was supposed to be lying in bed!
"Bolt the door, quick!"
Chu Liang was panting, and Chiang Xiao could also smell a faint scent of blood in the air.
His wounds must have reopened during this ordeal.
Chiang Xiao helped him sit down, then quickly bolted the door and dragged a cabinet over, wedging it firmly against the door.
The very next second, with a loud bang, her scalp tingled instantly, her body hair stood on end, and she instinctively crouched down, hugging her head.
At the same moment, a bullet pierced the door and lodged inside the wall on the other side.
Cold sweat broke out on Chiang Xiao’s back.
These people truly were desperados, ready to shoot without a moment’s hesitation upon sensing something was wrong!
"Hide, hide well!" Chu Liang gasped in the darkness, "Captain Meng has ordered that no matter what happens outside, don’t open the door to go out."
She definitely wasn’t going to go out!
There were over a dozen thugs in this mansion! Wasn’t going out basically asking for death?
But why had Meng Xinian sent Chu Liang over wearing his clothes? Were he and Zhao Xin really facing off against those dozen or so men outside?
Soon after, light pierced the darkness.
The gunfire outside continued, one shot after another, bringing terror and tension as the sounds relentlessly invaded their ears.
Bang went another loud noise.
There was the sound of a door panel slamming to the ground.
A rush of footsteps burst in.
Chiang Xiao huddled in the room, guarding the Chief Alliance Officer’s Wife, feeling the night was interminably long.
Suddenly, a hand reached out to her. Chiang Xiao snapped back to her senses, took hold of the hand, and whispered, "Don’t be afraid, someone has come to rescue you, you will be safely returned home."
At this moment, she vaguely felt that the medication from her "Space," which had kept Chu Liang and the Chief Alliance Officer’s Wife awake, was indeed miraculous...
Time passed, and then the door was pounded forcefully.
Chiang Xiao heard Zhao Xin’s voice.
"Sister-in-law, Sister-in-law, it’s safe now, quickly open the door."
Although Chiang Xiao had remained calm until now, that had been without experiencing an actual gunfight. After that bullet had pierced the door, she felt her limbs going weak.
She let go of the hand she was holding, dragged the cabinet away, and undid the door bolt. The door was immediately pushed open, and several Supervisor Guards, exuding an air of sharpness, entered.
"Hurry, get the lady to the car, the helicopter will be here any moment."
Chiang Xiao was pulled aside by Zhao Xin, who only had time to tell her, "There’s cleaning up to do here, Sister-in-law, you rush to Brother Xi Bing."
After speaking, he and another Supervisor Guard went to assist Chu Liang.
Chiang Xiao wanted to ask about Meng Xinian’s condition, but seeing that each of their faces was set with urgency, and they moved in haste, the air pungent with the smell of blood, she decided to leave quickly.
The chaos was too much; she slipped away, small and quick, and they barely noticed her departure.