"If I didn’t make that move, the assassin would have gone after you. It was just a stalling tactic."
"Stalling tactic?"
"Right. I pretended to agree with him to let his guard down. The mont he was careless, and with such a short distance between us, I was confident I could kill him within a second."
Qin Tian’s words were not false; in fact, when he later killed He Qiang, it only took half a second.
"What are you worried about?" Qin Tian looked at the sowhat bewildered Murong Fei and said, "Actually, I had a complete strategy in mind the mont the assassin took hostage. All the subsequent stalling was just to secretly gather strength and look for the best opportunity to strike."
"You really are..."
Hearing Qin Tian’s words, Murong Fei’s face turned sowhat embarrassed and she said with a touch of anger, "If you already had a perfect plan, then why did you act like you were really about to slit your wrists? You made ..."
At this point, Murong Fei couldn’t continue, hanging her head in silence.
"Made you cry?" Qin Tian asked with a smile.
Murong Fei then realized there were two tear streaks on her face; she had cried without even noticing.
"Don’t you look!"
Seeing Qin Tian staring at her cheeks, Murong Fei turned her head away, feeling mortified.
"You really are an inscrutable fellow!"
Without looking back, Murong Fei headed straight into the hall. She wanted to wash her face quickly; she couldn’t let Qin Tian see her with a tear-stained face—that would be too embarrassing.
After washing her face and coming out, Murong Fei saw that Qin Tian was already sitting on the sofa. She went over, stood in front of him, and said, "I don’t want a third person to know about what just happened."
"What happened?" Qin Tian looked up.
"My... my crying." Murong Fei said angrily.
"Did you? Have you been crying?" Qin Tian pretended to be surprised.
"You know better!"
Seeing Qin Tian act all nonchalant, Murong Fei couldn’t help but reveal a smile she couldn’t suppress.
She sat down next to Qin Tian, shook her head, and said, "You, not becoming an actor is such a waste. You acted so convincingly just now."
"Of course, if I beca an actor, I’d probably monopolize the Oscars. Better not, I don’t want to snatch their livelihoods."
Qin Tian straightened up, and unbeknownst to him, a dicine chest had appeared beside him.
He opened the dicine chest, took out so cotton and alcohol, and said, "Don’t move, let treat your wound. Although it’s not deep, if it’s not treated properly, it could leave a scar."
"Having a scar is better than losing a life."
"Uh... if you put it like that, fine, let it scar then."
"You dare! Hurry up!"
"Hurry up with what?"
"Are you playing dumb? Treat my wound!"
Murong Fei glared at Qin Tian and tilted her head back, exposing her snowy-white neck to him.
Her fair skin, marred by a crimson wound, looked strikingly out of place. It would be such a pity if such skin were scarred.
Luckily, Qin Tian had learned the basics of dical treatnt from Tang Wan, and a shallow wound like this wouldn’t leave a scar if treated promptly.
"Boss Murong, if I really slit my wrists, would you have followed in death?"
As he wiped the wound, Qin Tian talked to Murong Fei.
"Die for love? What are you blabbering about, who would die for you?" Murong Fei’s beautiful eyes stared intently at him upon hearing Qin Tian’s words.
"Don’t move, I’m treating your wound. Lift your head up, a little higher, yes..."
Qin Tian continued to treat the wound.
"That impulsive act you just did, if the assassin had truly decided to kill you, I might have really been unable to save you," Qin Tian said.
"Then it’s my fate," Murong Fei seed very calm, "Better to die than to live in agony."
"Heh heh, so you an, you’d be upset if I died?"
"Of course... not." Murong Fei paused briefly, "If you died from flirting around or sothing, I’d throw a party to celebrate. But if you died because of , I certainly wouldn’t feel good about it. Even if a dog died for , I would be sad."
"Cough, cough, that’s an exaggeration, don’t insult my character."
"Hmph, you have character? You acted so convincingly, you even fooled ."
"Usually people who are a bit slow are easily deceived," Qin Tian jibed.
"Are you calling slow? You..."
"Don’t move, the wound, the wound. Sit properly, or it’ll really scar..."
"Hiss... Could you be gentler."
...
By the ti Qin Tian had finished treating Murong Fei’s wound, it was already 2 a.m.
He let Murong Fei go to sleep first, then he dealt with the corpse of the assassin He Qiang alone.
He transported He Qiang’s body to a river on the outskirts without leaving any trace, and then, the next day, Qin Tian called Cao Guojun to disclose the location of He Qiang’s corpse.
As a professional assassin, He Qiang had been a wanted criminal by the police for many years, so naturally, Cao Guojun was thankful for the information from Qin Tian, the police informant.
Qin Tian relayed the details to Cao Guojun, who was already accustod to Qin Tian’s modus operandi.
For many years, at least a dozen assassins who had attempted to kill Qin Tian died at his hands, and this He Qiang might only be considered the weakest among them.
Therefore, Cao Guojun didn’t say much, in fact, he earned a rit for solving the case with He Qiang.
Of course, the matter was far from over.
Qin Tian once said that if Qiao Zhicheng dared to ddle again, he would annihilate the Qingyun Gang!
Now, Qiao Zhicheng had sent assassins right to his doorstep, and even Murong Fei had almost been endangered. This affront, he had to address!
The next morning, Qin Tian gave Wild Boar a deadly order: to find Qiao Zhicheng’s whereabouts within a day.
Unfortunately, by the afternoon, the feedback from Wild Boar and the four young masters of the Fire Dragon Gang proved useless; Qiao Zhicheng had vanished as if into thin air.
Around nine in the evening, Wild Boar called Qin Tian out of the blue: "Boss, Zhang Zhiyang seems to have spotted Qiao Zhicheng’s private car leaving his underground garage!"
That day, due to Qin Tian’s deadly order, more than half of the Fire Dragon Gang mbers were surveilling any place related to Qiao Zhicheng. By evening, they had not let up.
"Where?" Qin Tian was out the door imdiately.
"Zhang Zhiyang followed them, it looks like they’re heading toward the Southern City expressway outside of the fourth ring. They’re leaving Zhonghai City!" Wild Boar reported.
"Co pick up, we’ll follow them. Tell Zhang Zhiyang to keep a close watch!"
After about fifteen minutes, Wild Boar and Qin Tian rushed to the Southern City expressway toll station, where they t Zhang Zhiyang about ten miles before the station.
"Boss, Qiao Zhicheng seems to be inside; they appear to be planning to leave the city," Zhang Zhiyang reported imdiately upon seeing Qin Tian.
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