Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!
Chapter 178 Too Much Movement

Chapter 178: Chapter 178 Too Much Movement

Xiao Chen stared at Yun Yue. Those sharp, piercing eyes always seemed familiar to him, yet no matter whether it was her stature or her aura, they didn’t match that of a child.

Although she was sexy, she didn’t possess the enchanting allure of Charming Fox.

If she wasn’t Charming Fox, then she must be Other Shore Flower, but her face just didn’t match that of a peerlessly beautiful woman.

The two of them hid to one side. These people were all after Zhai Quan, so they didn’t need to help out.

Zhai Quan was the Beiyang Dominator, after all, and he quickly regained his composure. His saucy face took on a serious chill, his marksmanship precise, his movements agile.

"Mr. Quan, be careful. Wuxin hasn’t shown up yet," Cang Leng surveyed his surroundings, ensuring that no one approached their side before resuming his spray of bullets at the enemy.

Wuxin had already disguised himself as one of their own, blending in among the group, his malicious eyes fixed on Zhai Quan.

"Xiao Bai, Cang Leng, take Zhai Quan and evacuate. Leave this place to me and Charming Fox."

"Alright." The two exchanged glances, aware that amidst the crowd, more assassins could be hiding.

"Master Chen, should we leave too?" Feng Ye looked at the chaotic scene filled with injuries.

He hadn’t expected Qiu Jun to show up here; perhaps these assassins were hired by him.

"Help out." Xiao Chen frowned, his gaze lingering on Yun Yue’s silhouette, his profound eyes shimmering with an indistinct light.

Feng Ye was ready to leave, but upon hearing Xiao Chen’s command, he slipped while dodging a bullet, feeling a bit unsettled, "We’re not really doing this, are we? Zhai Quan hasn’t paid me."

Xiao Chen picked up a gun from the ground, his untamed aura suddenly dispersing, calmly firing his weapon, his voice low, "I’ll pay you."

"..."

Feng Ye picked up a gun from the ground, his eyes filled with silent reproach.

Really, as a worker, I have no say at all.

"Sister Ji Ling, what do we do? How did a gunfight just break out? Are we going to get shot? I don’t want to die, wah wah wah!" Wang Tingting crouched on the ground, trembling.

Having never seen such a scene before, blood spattered on her pristine white skirt, reddening her eyes, scaring her soul out of her body, fearing that the next moment the blood would be her own.

Plenty of people had already died, others were wounded, yet she was so frightened her body went limp, and she dared not run.

She had just seen someone shot in the back while fleeing, collapsing to the ground, dead or alive unknown; she feared she might share the same fate.

Ji Ling, experiencing such a scene for the first time, wasn’t much more composed. She could only suppress her fear, crouching in place, trying not to stick out her head.

She tried her best to suppress her fear, her eyes scanning the surroundings. When she saw Xiao Chen stand up with a gun, his tall figure gave a strong sense of security. His coldly handsome face bore a ruthless tenacity, and her own fear dissipated considerably.

"Don’t be afraid, as long as Young Master Xiao is here, we should be safe." Her lips curved slightly, her eyes shining with light, her heart pounding as she raised her head, her gaze following his every move.

Suddenly, a figure in black darted out behind him. Instinctively, she stood up and rushed over.

"Be careful!"

Wang Tingting turned deathly pale with fright. That person was running over with a knife—wasn’t he one of Zhai Quan’s people?

Why couldn’t he tell friend from foe, actually trying to stab Young Master Xiao?

What she didn’t expect was Ji Ling rushing over, positioning herself right behind Xiao Chen, risking serious injury or even death if that knife plunged down.

Ji Ling didn’t know where she found the courage, but when she saw that man in black aiming a knife at Xiao Chen, she dashed forward without a second thought.

Was she sacrificing herself to save others?

Of course not, she was taking a gamble. If she saved Xiao Chen, then regardless of whether the marriage arrangement counted or not, Xiao Chen would owe her a favor, maybe even bringing them a step closer.

She closed her eyes, as the sound of a bullet whizzed past her ear. After a few seconds, not feeling the expected stab of a knife, she carefully opened her eyes to find the man in black hit right between the eyebrows by a bullet, his eyes wide with reluctance as he collapsed in front of her.

Her face turned deathly pale with fright, her body stiff and unable to move.

"Wow, pretty accurate shot!" Mr. Feng said, observing the man in black hit dead center between the brows, teasingly looking at Yun Yue.

Just a moment ago, in that critical moment, that person’s knife was only an inch away from piercing Ji Ling’s chest.

It was lucky she fired just in time, otherwise, Master Chen would owe her a life debt!

She and Master Chen had an engagement, and now that she had saved Master Chen’s life once again, if this engagement didn’t count, who knew how the outside world would speculate about Master Chen.

Was Ji Ling really that naive to rush forward to save someone?

It was probably for the sake of Master Chen’s identity; had it been him, she definitely wouldn’t have leaped forward to take the hit.

Xiao Chen’s cold, profound gaze fell on Ji Ling.

Ji Ling’s spine stiffened; his gaze was direct, as if seeing right through her thoughts.

He withdrew his gaze and turned to look at Yun Yue in disguise. His thin lips parted slightly, and in a low magnetic voice, he said, "Thanks."

Yun Yue’s lips curled up slightly, raising an eyebrow.

She was not helping him; she was helping herself.

Let’s hope that trope of repaying a life-saving deed with her own body wouldn’t happen to him, otherwise she’d have to knock it off.

Her meaningful gaze fell on Ji Ling; Ji Ling had clearly hesitated just now, before throwing herself forward.

Moreover, she skillfully avoided the vital spot, intending to make Xiao Chen owe her a favor, not considering whether she would agree or not.

Feeling the gaze upon her, Ji Ling felt uncomfortable, her lips trembling lightly as she asked with concern, "Young Master Xiao, are you alright?"

Xiao Chen did not speak. His fierce gaze switched to behind her, where the smoking, frigid barrel of a gun aimed at her head, and she broke into a cold sweat, her complexion turning ashen.

Her fingers clutched at her skirt, her legs weakened slightly as rumors from Beijing flooded her mind...

Bang!

The gunshot exploded next to her ear, causing her to tremble – she thought she was surely dead. Yet, she found herself still very much alive, her legs giving out as she collapsed to the ground, gasping for air.

She really thought she...

Thankfully, she had shot the man in black behind her.

"Sister Ji Ling, are you okay?" Wang Tingting moved over, somewhat frightened. The situation had been terrifying.

"N-No, I’m fine." Ji Ling was still clearly shaken, her face ghastly pale and bloodless.

She supported herself on the ground to prevent herself from collapsing.

The scene had been cleaned up, and with nothing left for her to do here, Yun Yue left to find Zhai Quan.

Wuxin still hadn’t shown up, and she was worried something might happen.

She had just stepped outside the deck when a violent explosion erupted from the second-floor deck, shaking the entire ship.

The explosion blew two large holes in the third and second floors. Fortunately, no one was in the zone of the explosion, or else there would have been many casualties.

Just when they thought they had dealt with all the men in black and were safe, another intense explosion frightened everyone so much they dared not move a step.

"Young Master Gu, the tm noise is way too loud!" Xie Fangkai couldn’t help but curse softly. Gunplay was one thing, but now explosives? If they blew up the ship, they’d all drown at sea.