Chapter 94 - 090 Lurking Murderous Intent (Three More)
In the corner, Yuesheng locked onto Ning Zijin’s figure in an instant, flipped his wrist, and a slightly crude dagger appeared in his palm—sharp enough to snatch a life in a flash.
He took steps toward Ning Zijin, with a turbulent malice in his lowered gaze, and an aura of murder all around him.
Ning Zijin’s sixth sense was peculiarly sharp, her eyes flashed as she caught sight of the fast-approaching figure. The attacker, realizing he had been spotted, instantly sped up, like a nimble cheetah, leaping up with a gleaming blade in hand, aiming for Ning Zijin’s vital arteries with deadly force.
This young boy’s explosive power and speed were so great that even the agile Ning Zijin was taken aback. Reacting quickly, she pulled Ning Qinglin back with her, but Ning Qinglin stepped in front of Ning Zijin. Irritation flashed in Yuesheng’s eyes; it was too late to back down now... At the critical moment, just as the dagger was about to pierce Ning Qinglin’s stomach, a white figure suddenly dashed out from the side.
The dagger plunged into flesh, blood flowed immediately, the woman looked up at the man in front of her with a shocked and sorrowful gaze and slowly fell down smiling.
No...
That day, her white dress was stained with blood, she was like a brilliantly blooming but demonic Manzanita, burning her life away, or like a frosty plum standing proudly on a branch amidst wind and snow, with unyielding bones, all for the fragrance of one.
The situation escalated suddenly, and chaos erupted at the event.
Ning Zijin’s cold eyes glanced at Bai Ran lying on the ground, patted Ning Qinglin’s shoulder, and suddenly chased after the young boy.
Yuesheng, failing to make the kill, retreated first, adeptly weaving through the crowd as he quickly fled the venue. He was so quick that Ning Zijin cursed under her breath.
"Shit."
Yun Shu watched the development with cold eyes, a mad smile crossed her gaze.
It seemed even the heavens were helping her.
She signaled someone hiding in the darkness, and they hastily departed.
Security rushed in immediately. As Yuesheng saw more and more security personnel surrounding him, his eyes caught the nearest little girl, dressed like she was from a wealthy family. Calculating rapidly, he briskly walked over and wrapped his arm around the little girl’s neck, facing the crowd with the dagger against her carotid artery, a crazed flame leaping in his eyes.
"Stay back, or I’ll kill her right now," he said, moving the dagger a few inches closer, causing blood to seep from her delicate and fair neck.
Zhuang Xiyue couldn’t believe it: "Yun Ya..."
The kidnapped little girl was indeed Ji Yunya.
At the moment the incident occurred, she had been standing in a corner, away from the crowd, and naturally, there was no one to rescue her.
Yun Ya immediately showed fear, looking towards Yun Shen in the crowd, "Daddy... save me..."
Yun Shen pressed his lips together and stepped out from the crowd, "Let my daughter go, I’ll grant you anything you want."
Yuesheng sneered coldly, "Have all security back off. As long as I leave this hotel safely, I’ll naturally let her go, otherwise..." He rubbed the blade against the girl’s tender skin, and tiny beads of blood appeared, as if with the slightest slip, her neck would break.
Yun Shen took a deep breath, "Okay, I agree." He waved his hand, and the security personnel automatically cleared a path.
Kang Jinxian inched closer to Yun Shu, her eyes casting a vindictive smile downward.
Ji Yunya, next year on this day will be your death anniversary. Have a good journey.
Yuesheng backed out of the hall slowly with Yun Ya, his eyes vigilant, scanning the surroundings to prevent any ambush, while also searching for an escape route. He knew he might not get out of there that day, but no matter what, he had to try. This little girl in his hand was his only hope of leaving.
Yun Ya’s tears flowed from being choked, thinking this kid was incredibly strong for his age, so fierce, no wonder he was feared by so many girls later on.
"Cough cough..." Her cheeks reddened as she coughed, Yuesheng glanced at her, unable to see her clearly but noticed the pretty butterfly hairpin flickering by her ear...
"I’m sorry, I promise I’ll let you go as long as I leave here safely."
Yun Ya rolled her eyes discreetly, at least he had some conscience.
Yan Song clenched his fists, ready to rush forward heedlessly, but Zhuang Xiyue grabbed him, "What are you doing?"
The flame in Yan Song’s eyes danced, "I’m going to save her."
Zhuang Xiyue sighed, "Don’t cause more trouble for me, just stay here and don’t move."
Her gaze towards Yun Ya, however, couldn’t hide the anxiety.
Damn it, how could this happen? God, please ensure Yun Ya is safe and sound.
They slowly backed out of the hotel lobby, with the majestic fountain behind them, its cold gusts of water creating a chill that tousled a strand of Yun Ya’s hair by her temple, her eyes deep and misty in the night.
As people drew closer step by step, Yuesheng continued to back away, under the starry sky intertwining like a chessboard, so beautiful and vast.
Yun Ya looked up at the sky and suddenly laughed.
Xiao Ma was frantic seeing the trouble, spinning in circles, when a shadow fell beside him. He looked up in astonishment; under the moonlight, the young man’s gentle face was as cold as ancient ice, instantly chilling the heart.
"Brother Han...?"
The young man glanced at the situation in the square, his brows furrowed slightly.
He had still arrived a step too late...
His voice, usually soft and temperate, was now tinged with a cold edge, "You need to leave here first."
"And what about you?"
The young man strode across the grass, his cold silhouette standing tall, "Someone has to clean up the mess you’ve all made."