But she was also very clear that she must not show any weakness in her aura, sothing she had learned the most from being by Chu Muchen’s side.
The man’s deep eyes were still fixed on her, a hint of a smile seeming to flash across his lips, as he directly gestured for the people next to him to put down their guns, "Put down the guns, don’t frighten Mrs. Lu. Otherwise, if an accidental discharge happens and Mrs. Lu gets hurt, Lu Jingchen certainly won’t let us off easily."
The two people behind him exchanged a glance upon hearing this, their faces devoid of fear, yet they still put down their handguns.
Song Qiao took it all in, slowly becoming sure that these people must have a grudge with Lu Jingchen and moreover, were not afraid of him.
There were no less than twenty bodyguards outside the villa, each skilled in combat, sothing Lu Jingchen had told her, so ordinary people couldn’t just break in here. But these people were able to reach the second floor, and there was no commotion heard outside, clearly indicating that these intruders were also exceptionally skilled.
Song Qiao clenched her fists secretly, although these people hadn’t imdiately done anything to her or shown an intent to harm her, she still felt her situation was extrely dangerous. Now, she could only rely on Chen Ma outside to quickly notify Lu Jingchen to co back.
The man’s gaze never left her, his thin lips slightly lifting, his profound eyes, dark as if stained with ink, unwavering as he watched her, "Mrs. Lu, even if you are waiting for your man to co back, it will be too late. Believe , if we really wanted to harm you, you could be out of this world in minutes."
His words were calm, almost as if he were rely chatting, but the threat in his tone was palpable.
Song Qiao’s face turned pale, clearly not anticipating so much, but she hadn’t expected to be seen through so completely by this man; as if he possessed the Mind Reading Technique, it felt as though he had stripped her bare.
The man sat on the sofa, silent, just watching Song Qiao motionlessly. Even though he was injured and needed the support of the two underlings behind him, there was no sense of dishevelnt about him.
Finding the man’s stare sowhat uncomfortable, Song Qiao tried to suppress the odd feeling in her heart, speaking to him in a asured tone, "You are wounded. If your wound is not treated soon, even a big hospital might not be able to save you later. I’m not afraid you’ll kill outright because even if you do kill , if you don’t tend to your wound, you’ll die too, and I won’t be lonely in death."
Her words caused the expressions of the several black-clothed n around them to change, all of them turning their attention to the man seated on the sofa. The first to grow restless was the woman standing guard at the window, who called out with concern, "Boss..."
But the man seed unconcerned, smiling faintly at Song Qiao, "Mrs. Lu, saying that, it makes feel like you actually want to die with ."
Song Qiao, "..." Die with you, my foot! I don’t even know you. The most important thing is that you want to kill . Even in this situation, why would I die with you, do you think I’m a fool?
The blond, blue-eyed young man who had initially spoken to Song Qiao stood up, quickly walked over to the man, frowning slightly, "Boss, we should take care of your wound first."
The man glanced at the blond, blue-eyed young man with slight interest, coughing twice, but then said with a light chuckle, "Jack, our doctor didn’t co with us, and there’s no one here who can treat wounds. Are you confident you can remove the bullet completely and ensure I don’t die?"
Jack’s face changed slightly, but he stood stiffly in place for a long while. The usually silent Jack then spoke, "Boss, I’m sorry, if it wasn’t for my arrogance earlier, you wouldn’t have had to block a bullet to save my life..."
Song Qiao understood; turns out this man was shot because he was saving one of his n. It seed this man treated his underlings well.
The man tugged at the corner of his mouth, speaking, "Saving you was an instinctive reaction, don’t bla yourself."
Perhaps her kindness was getting the better of her again, Song Qiao simply couldn’t watch anymore, promptly speaking up, "I have dicine at ho..."
The villa always had a range of dical supplies on hand, all sorts of dicine for ergencies,
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