Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!
Chapter 421

Chapter 421: 421

Xu Xiao’s heart skipped a beat, but before he could react, a flash of cold light whisked by, too fast to dodge it.

His vision blurred as something sliced from his forehead down to his chin.

Jun Moyan’s movements were too fast to allow any reaction.

A blood-curdling scream erupted, vibrating the eardrums.

"Ah."

Xu Xiao clutched his left eye, yelling in pain, and tried to rise from the sofa, but he couldn’t get up.

Blood flowed through his fingers, instantly staining his entire face and hand red.

His other hand was pinned to the table by a sharp dagger.

The hand holding the dagger’s handle was Jun Moyan’s, which looked stunning and felt lethally effortless.

As Xu Xiao’s bodyguards behind him reached for their guns, Qing Yi’s moves were much quicker.

The silenced gunshots sounded somewhat muted in the vast space but were no less lethal.

The smell of blood rapidly filled the air.

Xu Xiao covered his slashed left eye, the intense pain rendering him almost unbearable to endure; his legs kept stamping on the ground, his sight turning dark, almost passing out from the pain.

Jun Moyan slightly rose, leaned on the table, and bent over to get closer to Xu Xiao.

He watched Xu Xiao hiss through clenched teeth, drawing in cold breaths, his face paled in pain covered in crimson blood, and smiled sinisterly.

He opened his mouth, and his voice, deep and magnetically low, began to speak, "Looking for a backer? I am the backer."

As he spoke, he jerked the knife handle upward, forcibly pulling the blade from Xu Xiao’s hand, and swiftly slashed Xu Xiao’s throat.

The movement was crisp and ruthless.

Blood then sprayed out.

Xu Xiao’s eyes widened, filled with resentment, hatred, and disbelief.

Unwilling to believe that he would die like this to the very end.

His hand, still covering his left eye, gradually weakened and dropped.

His whole body relaxed and fell back onto the sofa, motionless, breathless.

Jun Moyan straightened up, slowly lowering the hand with the dagger.

"Clang."

The dagger stained with Xu Xiao’s blood fell from his hand onto the ground.

Discarded on the floor as if it were trash.

"Spread the word, say it was the Baiming Sect," a cold, emotionless voice sounded.

"Understood." Qing Yi put away the gun and nodded in response.

To think these few people dared to approach them for negotiations, how confident they must have been in themselves.

Scene changes, at the hotel—

After showering, Jun Moyan, wearing a white bathrobe, emerged from the bathroom with a dry towel in his hand, drying his damp hair.

Visions of Wen Xiao’ai as a cat climbing on his shoulder insisting on helping him dry his hair, and after Wen Xiao’ai transformed back to human form, clinging onto him to dry his hair, flashed through his mind.

A faint smile spread across his lips, softening Jun Moyan’s face slightly, his eyes also softened with a touch of tenderness.

His phone on the bed suddenly rang, and Jun Moyan took a few steps forward to pick it up.

It turned out to be a video call started by Qing Yi on WeChat.

Jun Moyan answered the call, but instead of Qing Yi, it was...

Wen Xiao’ai, who appeared on the computer screen, blinked and waved at him excitedly:

"Jun Moyan~"

Jun Moyan smiled and sat down by the bed with his phone.

"Have you eaten?" he asked.

"Yes, I had sweet and sour pork ribs," Wen Xiao’ai smacked her lips, as if she hadn’t had

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