63: Chapter 63 Xiao Jiang is Abandoned; Someone is Coming
63 -63 Xiao Jiang is Abandoned; Someone is Coming
Jiang Qi, still dazed from waking up, was suddenly grabbed by the collar and shaken violently.
He was startled for a moment, then began to cough violently.
Watching Jiang Qi looking like he was about to pass out again, Gu Xiyue couldn’t stand it anymore and reached out to restrain Gu Huaijin’s wrist.
With his wrist restrained, Gu Huaijin lost his strength and let go of Jiang Qi’s collar.
Jiang Qi’s head hit the ground, causing him to grimace in pain.
Gu Huaijin looked up at Gu Xiyue, “Yueyue, you?”
“He’s my friend,” Gu Xiyue simply stated, then released Gu Huaijin’s hand.
Hearing this, Gu Huaijin paused, “You…” He squeezed out the word ‘you,’ then feeling it was inappropriate, changed his approach, “Did Gu Zhiqi…
“No.” As Gu Xiyue spoke, she glanced at Jiang Qi, who was lying on the ground gasping for air, “Where is she?”
Clearly still not fully alert, he looked at Gu Xiyue with a confused face.
“Gu Zhiqi,” said Gu Xiyue indifferently.
Hearing this, Jiang Qi’s brow furrowed slightly as he began to recall what had happened before he fell unconscious.
As he remembered, his face suddenly turned pale, “Boss, she…
she crippled my Ancient Martial Arts!”
“Where is she?” Gu Xiyue asked emotionlessly.
Jiang Qi shook his head, his face as pale as paper, and spoke through clenched teeth, “I don’t know, I passed out from the pain after she crippled my Ancient Martial Arts.” Looking miserably at Gu Xiyue, he said, “Boss, you must avenge me.”
Gu Xiyue didn’t pay him any more attention and instead turned to Gu Huaijin, “Did you hear that?
“You ended up because she hit you?” Gu Huaijin’s gaze fixed on Jiang Qi.
Perhaps it was because Jiang Qi’s Ancient Martial Arts had been crippled, but he, known as Little Seventh Master, a ranked seventh assassin in the web of killers, felt a sense of oppression in front of Gu Huaijin, an ordinary person.
her, I was just…” Before Jiang Qi could finish his sentence, Gu Huaijin had already gotten up and left.
It was already two in the morning, the night silent and enticing.
In the garden below Shengxing Hotel, there was a faint light flickering on and off.
Gu Zhiqi, with a laptop on her knees, sat on a bench in the garden, her fair and slender fingers on the keyboard, tapping fluidly like a gentle stream flowing continuously from her fingertips.
“Zhizhi, just letting that idiot go like that?” Chubby Chiu spoke in its milky voice, aggressively questioning.
That moron dared to lay hands on Zhizhi; he deserved a punch that would explode his dog head!
“People from the Mysterious Sect should not be killed unless absolutely necessary, lest karmic hindrance be accrued.”
Killing him would only increase karmic hindrances.
“That idiot, he could have karmic merit?” Chubby Chiu was utterly incredulous.
Gu Zhiqi’s typing didn’t stop for a second.
“But he hurt you, why can’t we kill him?” Chubby Chiu grumbled.
Usually, that piece of trash couldn’t have hurt Zhizhi.
Zhizhi had not dodged that palm strike simply to ensure the refining process wasn’t interrupted.
Thinking of this, Chubby Chiu spoke guiltily, “It’s all my fault, making you get hurt.”
If it wasn’t for the refining of the MR-7 fragment to fix it, Zhizhi would not have been injured.
“Just a minor injury,” said Gu Zhiqi indifferently, “Didn’t he end up without any advantage?”
“Having his Ancient Martial Arts crippled is too lenient; his talent should have been crippled as well,” Chubby Chiu said fiercely.
Ancient Martial Arts can be retrained or even healed with medicine, but once the talent is gone, one can never train in Ancient Martial Arts again.
Hearing this, Gu Zhiqi just lazily smiled and didn’t respond.
“Zhizhi, what are you doing?
Let your smart housekeeper help you~” Chubby Chiu, seeing Gu Zhiqi busy coding and ignoring it, felt neglected and spoke eagerly.
“No need, it’s all sorted.” As soon as these words fell, Gu Zhiqi hit the enter key.
Five seconds later, Gu Zhiqi closed the laptop, stood up, and walked towards the curb.
“Zhizhi, aren’t you going back to your room?”
“I can’t go back, someone is coming,” Gu Zhiqi said leisurely, holding the laptop in one hand and a paper bag in the other, walking away from Shengxing Hotel.
“Who?” Chubby Chiu asked excitedly.