Let s Squander A Billion First! - Chapter 218

Chapter 218: Chapter 218: The King’s Return (15)

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Chuzheng asked indifferently, “Are you always this chatty at breakfast?”

Jiang Ye: “…”

Jiang Ye glanced at Chuzheng with a meaningful look.

Perhaps he was overthinking it……

After breakfast, Chuzheng took Jiang Ye to see the person they had captured.

The person was bound to a chair with his head covered, while the bodyguard stood with his arms crossed in the room, watching over.

“Miss, Mr. Jiang,” the bodyguard greeted respectfully upon their arrival.

Chuzheng stopped at the door, “He’s yours now.”

Jiang Ye: “…”

You’d think we were making some shady deal!

Jiang Ye walked forward and removed the black cloth covering the other person’s head.

It was a nondescript man, the kind you couldn’t pick out from a crowd.

At that moment, the man was still unconscious.

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Jiang Ye turned to look at Chuzheng who lifted her hand, signaling the bodyguard to leave with her.

Jiang Ye: “…”

I just wanted to ask if this is the person from last night.

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Half an hour later, Jiang Ye came out.

The young man’s trench coat hung loose, with two buttons undone at the collar, revealing his delicate collarbone.

There was blood on his fingers, and his eyes still held a remnant sharpness.

Like a young beast fresh from the kill, he walked slowly from the shadows into the lingering sunlight.

The depth of the young man’s eyes glinted with aurous light as his gaze fell upon the girl leaning against the wall.

After staring blankly at Chuzheng for three seconds, he slightly curved his lips and smiled, “Miss Sheng, I’ve finished asking.”

Chuzheng nodded, “The person is yours to deal with now.”

“It’s just a matter of money; I think you should handle it, Miss Sheng,” the young man casually straightened his clothes, “After all… he did scare you.”

“Do you need my help…”

“Miss Sheng, we’re not that close yet,” the young man interrupted Chuzheng, “I can handle my own affairs.”

Chuzheng: “…”

I’ll still have to save you in the end!!

Don’t try to be a hero!

Jiang Ye moved past the light, heading towards the stairs.

Chuzheng followed him, descending the stairs together.

This was an abandoned building. Just as Jiang Ye stepped off the last step and into the sunlight, his body was suddenly yanked backward.

Thud, thud, thud—

Bullets swept across the spot where Jiang Ye had just stepped, sending debris and dust flying, clouding the view.

The young man found himself lying on the old iron handrail.

Chuzheng was holding onto his waist.

“Are you alright?”

Regaining his senses, Jiang Ye looked sideways at the girl’s delicate face: “Miss Sheng, these guys can’t be here for me, right?”

Such brazen use of weapons, those after him would hardly have the guts.

Chuzheng peeked outside.

Thud, thud, thud—

Bullets hit the wall, the plaster flaked off instantly, sending clouds of dust rising.

Chuzheng pulled Jiang Ye back upstairs to regroup with the bodyguards.

“Miss, we are surrounded,” said a bodyguard.

Chuzheng’s face remained unchanged; she calmly asked, “Didn’t you notice anyone following us?”

The bodyguards exchanged looks; none of them had noticed.

Now wasn’t the time for blame; footsteps were already sounding from downstairs.

Chuzheng gestured for the bodyguards to spread out, took a gun from one of them, loaded the bullets, and handed it to Jiang Ye.

As the people below approached aggressively, Jiang Ye didn’t refuse the weapon.

Chuzheng led Jiang Ye to an even more rear position.

Bang—

An unknown person fired the first shot at the stairway, followed by the continuous sound of gunfire.

The whole building seemed to tremble.

“Stay here.”

Chuzheng didn’t give Jiang Ye the chance to protest and swiftly left the area. As someone emerged from the opposite side, the girl raised her hand and fired a shot.

The man had collapsed right at the stairwell entrance.

Jiang Ye frowned slightly.

For someone trained, hitting a moving target was not surprising.

But no matter how he looked at the young girl’s physical condition, she didn’t seem like someone trained, yet her movements had a certain style to them.

She passed through the light, like a newborn calf charging headlong, completely ignorant of what fear was.

Jiang Ye felt an inexplicable tug at his heart.

The gun he had been holding casually was now gripped firmly, as he stared in the direction of the young girl.

Chuzheng took out the two who had charged at her first.

The gunshots suddenly stopped.

The entire corridor went quiet.

Dust particles danced in the sunlight, permeated with the smell of gunpowder.

“Miss Sheng, no offense intended,” someone called out.

Chuzheng’s body swayed as she swiftly moved up the stairs, expertly changing her magazine.

Only then did she speak, “Your bullets didn’t tell me that.”

“Miss Sheng, it was a misunderstanding just now, we can talk this out,” the voice entreated.

Her response was a bullet.

The bullet didn’t hit anyone, striking the iron handrail instead, and clanged as it fell to the ground before settling into silence.

“Miss!”

The bodyguard exclaimed in alarm.

From the direction of the balcony, someone leaped down, and as Chuzheng looked down, she heard a noise, looked up, and the person pulled the trigger.

Chuzheng raised her hand to shoot, and a gunshot rang out.

The other person didn’t have the chance to pull the trigger before tumbling through the air and crashing to the ground.

The heavy body made a dull sound upon impact.

Chuzheng looked not far off.

The young man held a gun in one hand, maintaining his firing stance.

His trench coat, due to the movement, was slowly settling.

A playful smile tugged at the corner of the young man’s lips, his dark, deep-set eyes focused ahead, different from the first time Chuzheng had seen him in action.

This time, the young man radiated a casual indifference.

It was as if taking a life was as easy for him as stepping on an ant.

It was unclear who had taken out the person who had just fallen.

“Miss Sheng, be careful,” the young man’s clear voice pierced the silence.

Almost simultaneously, people rushed up from below, and others leaped onto the balcony from outside.

Chuzheng fired methodically, her cool composure dropping one person after another.

The faces of these men were not Eastern, each bearing Western features, and their communication was not in Chinese.

Their numbers were great, and Chuzheng was getting irritated by the fighting.

It seemed never-ending.

Irritating.

And noisy.

Jiang Ye was standing at a distance, but he was continuously watching Chuzheng.

He could vividly sense the irritation beginning to radiate off the young girl amidst the gun smoke.

The feeling was remarkable, almost as if he knew that she was annoyed, yet completely unafraid.

Jiang Ye suddenly turned around, aiming his gun at someone approaching from behind, his lips curving into a slight smile, “Your breathing is too loud.”

Bang—

The person fell to the ground.

When he turned his head back, the young girl was gone, and the bodyguards were tensely watching the area below.

Jiang Ye felt a jolt in his heart and immediately rushed over.

Almost as his hand reached the railing, the noises from below abruptly ceased, and the entire space fell into silence.

Jiang Ye could only hear his own slightly labored breathing.

He looked down.

The young girl stood in the middle of the stairs with her gun raised, pointing downward.

Jiang Ye’s eyes narrowed slightly, and after a few seconds, he released the handrail, stepping back two paces to lean against the pockmarked wall.

The bodyguards snapped out of their daze and headed downstairs past Jiang Ye.

Chaos erupted below, along with sounds of muffled groans.

Jiang Ye suppressed the urge within him and walked to the entrance of the stairwell, looking down.

The young girl sat on the stairs, expressionless as she watched the bodyguards tie up someone who was still breathing.