Translator: Henyee Translations
Editor: Henyee Translations
Leng Jue’s gaze swept over the small motionless figure lying in the car. He was just about to order people to go over when he caught sight of a Maybach crashing into the guardrail, accompanied by the loud screeching of the brakes before it came to a halt. The next second, someone rushed out of the car.
“Who’s there?” His subordinates raised their guns at that person.
“Get lost!”
In the face of the dazzling lights and gun muzzles, Bo Yan roared out these two words before shoving aside the soldiers who were in his way.
“Let him in!” Leng Jue commanded. Those soldiers immediately ceased what they were doing.
Breathing weakly, all An Ge’er felt was that her vision was a complete blue, her mind was in a mess, and she had exhausted almost all her strength.
Bit by bit, she clambered towards the car door. She wanted to go out. She wanted to escape.
Her fingers had just touched the door when it was suddenly pulled open by someone.
…
For a moment, Bo Yan thought that he may never ever forget this scene…
His lass was lying in front of him, her clothes disheveled and her breathing faint. She was in terrible shape and looked so helpless…
Her petite face and body were covered in blood. It was piercing to his eyes, and he nearly stopped breathing.
“An Ge’er? Good lass, don’t be afraid. It’s okay now, I’m here. You’re safe; you’re safe.”
He reached out to hug her. Although her consciousness was fading, her body instinctively curled up and kept trembling.
“D-don’t come here. Don’t touch me…” her eyes closed, she gasped for breath and murmured in an extremely faint voice.
“It’s me. It’s Little Uncle.”
Listening to her voice, Bo Yan’s heart shattered into a million pieces.
He wrapped his coat around her, ignored her feeble struggle, and squeezed her in his arms. In a gentle voice like never before, he comforted her over and over again, as if he were comforting a baby.
Gingerly, he carried her into his car. When Bo Yan turned around and stomped over again, a pistol was already in his hand.
Leng Jue had handcuffed Young Master Zhao. When Bo Yan saw him lying on the car, his narrow eyes instantly flared with thick murderous intent.
Once Young Master Zhao made out the figure who stepped out of the dark like the emperor of the night, his legs instantaneously weakened. He knelt on the ground, utterly petrified till he peed. “Bo, Second Young Master Bo, I really didn’t do it on purpose, not on purpose…”