Chapter 972 - 992: What If You Go Back on Your Word?
However, the people she knew were only those who often followed Nangong Yaoling around in Amelia.
"Young Madam, we finally found you!" the two bodyguards said in unison, their faces filled with excitement.
Xia Xiaonuan’s whole body trembled.
"You... you guys..."
"We came with Young Master! Young Madam, Young Master has been looking for you so hard, he even thought... you were still in Situ Yan’s hands, and went to rescue you first thing this morning!"
Xia Xiaonuan leaned against the wall and staggered back a step.
"Nangong Yaoling... he really came?" She stared wide-eyed in disbelief.
The figure she saw this morning was really him! Xia Xiaonuan covered her mouth with her hand, overwhelmed by a powerful shock.
"Yes! So... you were in this hotel all along?" The bodyguard also found it unbelievable and said excitedly.
Xia Xiaonuan snapped back to reality and quickly grabbed the bodyguard, asking, "Where is Nangong Yaoling? Where did he go?"
She had clearly escaped, yet Situ Yan was still using her to threaten Nangong Yaoling; clearly, this was all a conspiracy!
"Young Madam... I’ll take you to him right away!" the bodyguard said, hurriedly taking out his phone. "Let me call Young Master first."
Xia Xiaonuan clutched her chest, anxiously watching the phone in the bodyguard’s hand.
Nangong Yaoling... please don’t let anything happen to you!
However, the bodyguard held up the phone but looked frustrated, "The call won’t go through; there seems to be no signal."
Xia Xiaonuan clenched her fists tightly, "Where is he? Take me with you!"
"Young Madam... your body..."
"I’m fine! Hurry up and take me, or it’ll be too late!" Xia Xiaonuan urged.
"Okay, I’ll take you right now!" the bodyguard said, leading Xia Xiaonuan quickly toward the elevator.
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Situ Yan knelt on the ground.
Nangong Feihong looked at the sweat-covered Situ Yan and said, "Now, shoot your left hand again!"
Situ Yan hung his head, not because he couldn’t lift it, but because he couldn’t bear to look at Nangong Feihong’s face.
He would rather that the person forcing him to harm himself was Nangong Yaoling, not Nangong Feihong!
The bodyguard beside him looked at Situ Yan and said, "Yandi! Your left arm is already injured! You can’t keep shooting!"
Situ Yan finally raised his eyes to Nangong Feihong, "I can shoot, but... you must immediately take off what you’re wearing!"
Nangong Feihong sneered, "Who would believe you? What if you go back on your word once I take it off?"
Nangong Yaoling looked at Nangong Feihong.
"Feihong, take off the explosives on you!"
Nangong Feihong looked at Nangong Yaoling curiously.
"Listen! You still have explosives on the ship; they won’t dare touch you!"
Nangong Feihong, helpless, had no choice but to remove the explosives.
"Is this enough?" Nangong Feihong looked at Situ Yan, raising his gun, aiming at his boat.
"The explosives on the boat are all connected; if I ignite one, they’ll all explode together! Situ Yan, if you don’t want to die instantly, shoot your left shoulder!"
Situ Yan curved a smile at the corner of his mouth.
He looked at Nangong Feihong with a complicated gaze and aimed the gun at his own shoulder.
"Yandi! No!" Han Sun shouted in agony.
"Bang—!" A shot hit Situ Yan’s left shoulder.
Ultimately, he couldn’t withstand the enormous pain and collapsed on the ground.
"Yandi! Yandi!"
The bodyguard quickly rushed forward.
Nangong Yaoling stood on the other side of the deck, watching Situ Yan fall.