The Favored Heiress
Chapter 180: Shang Yu Loses Control

Chapter 180: Chapter 180: Shang Yu Loses Control

Li Qiao sat in the cabin, removed his headphones, and looked out at the dim mountain valley with a frown before walking out of the cabin.

The entire South Sea Mountain was under Shang Yu’s control, so... what was it being used for?

This vast mountain valley, gloomy and windless, was eerily desolate and unnerving.

In less than three minutes, thunder rumbled, and a dense drizzle began to fall, quickly wetting their shoulders.

No one opened an umbrella, and Li Qiao didn’t make a sound either.

Suddenly, a bright searchlight from high above the valley flashed on, illuminating the dark valley as bright as day.

Li Qiao squinted uncomfortably and took a closer look—

In the field of vision ahead, there was a square table, a round chair, and Shang Yu sitting cross-legged in the center, his arm resting on the table edge, holding... a gun in his hand.

The golden, cold body of the gun glinted with broken light, adding a chilling aura to the night.

It was... the same model as her Desert Eagle.

Behind the man stood Wang Yue and Luoyu with stern faces and hands clasped behind their backs.

Further left from the table, two rows of bodyguards stood immovable with imposing auras.

A bizarre valley, an uncanny scene.

What puzzled Li Qiao was the expression on Shang Yu at this moment.

Having known him for so long, she had never seen him display such a wicked and somber side.

The gun was caressed by his slender fingers, a seemingly ordinary gesture that was brimming with murderous intent.

Li Qiao subtly furrowed his brow, stepped over the slippery grass, and had only taken two steps when the man’s deep voice slowly began, "Stop."

Li Qiao froze, "Master Yan?"

By now, the rain hadn’t stopped, soaking Li Qiao’s hair and shoulders.

Shang Yu was the same, as was everyone else.

A gust of night wind suddenly howled through, scattering the rain and adding an even more terrifying air to the valley.

Li Qiao blinked and looked towards where the wind was coming from, only then noticing a steel door set into the mountain behind Shang Yu was slowly opening.

The passage inside the steel door was unfathomably deep, and shortly thereafter, two men were brought out by four bodyguards.

Inside the passage, rows of dim lights glowed on either side, resembling old bomb shelters.

At that moment, the two men brought out staggered before Shang Yu.

One of them trembled violently, kneeling on the ground, "Master Yan, please spare my life, I was wrong, really... I was wrong."

Li Qiao blinked, her gaze darkening.

She remembered him, the man who had knelt before Shang Yu at the Royal Hotel begging for mercy when she first saw him.

And also... the murderer who had killed Qingyu.

Li Qiao’s fingertips hanging by her side curled slightly, her lashes wet with rain blurred her vision.

The rain was getting heavier.

Standing a few meters away from Shang Yu, she looked into his cold, penetrating eyes, feeling a very bad premonition.

This was the South Sea; even on his own turf, one couldn’t act rashly.

Li Qiao pursed her lips tightly and stared unwaveringly at the gun in his hand. Calming herself, she took a step forward.

But after just one step, Shang Yu gazed at her languidly, lifting his arm in an extremely slow motion, and pointed the gun’s muzzle unwaveringly at the man’s forehead.

Around them, there was a deathly stillness, punctuated only by the sound of rain hitting the ground.

The man kneeling on the ground wore a face of terror, shaking even more violently, gasping for air, attempting to cry out for help, but it was as if his throat was being strangled and he couldn’t make a sound.

Shang Yu’s eyes harbored condensed malice, his index finger lightly pressing on the trigger as he looked at Li Qiao with a sinister smile, "Are you scared?"

He had lost control!