The Favored Heiress
Chapter 256: Li Qiao Goes to the Mountains to Rescue Master Yan

Chapter 256: Chapter 256: Li Qiao Goes to the Mountains to Rescue Master Yan

Shang Fu sneered quietly, her gaze scanning over her. "You don’t really think that just by showing up, you can help Shaoyan, do you?

The road ahead is blocked, and he’s been trapped inside.

This time, it’s people from the International Club who are against him. Oh, sorry, you might not have heard of the International Club."

At this point, Shang Fu covered her mouth with a sense of superiority and chuckled, seeing that Li Qiao was unmoved, she added, "It doesn’t matter if you don’t know. If you’re sensible, just listen to elder sister’s advice and go back early.

Otherwise, when things get rough, Shaoyan might even have to be distracted to protect you. His life is worth much more than yours."

Upon hearing this, Li Qiao gave her a sidelong glance with an impassive face. So that’s how it was.

Shang Yu was indeed in trouble.

Seeing that Li Qiao had no reaction, Shang Fu narrowed her eyes, "You’re not leaving?"

Li Qiao sighed lightly, her emotionless eyes deep as the sea, "If you’re done, then step aside."

With those words, Li Qiao pivoted on her feet and walked straight toward the towering mountain range in the forest.

Watching her retreating figure, Shang Fu warned coldly, "Li Qiao, don’t be ungrateful. If it weren’t for Shaoyan’s sake, do you think I would care about you?"

Li Qiao, wearing casual sneakers, stepped deeper into the jungle, "Elder Sister Shang, you’d better just take care of yourself."

"You..."

Shang Fu was so infuriated by her that she gave her a fierce glare and turned to head back to the car by the roadblock.

At that moment, her companions all had strange expressions on their faces as they watched Li Qiao enter the mountain, even showing a hint of sympathy.

"What are you looking at?" Shang Fu snapped impatiently, glancing at her watch with increasing anxiety.

Someone pointed at Li Qiao and muttered, "Miss Shang, she... has gone up the mountain."

"Of course I know that. Don’t mind her, hurry up and find out when the helicopter will arrive."

Shang Fu was eager to go rescue Shang Yu, hoping that if she could save him tonight, she could later capitalize on this huge favor.

Then, the future of the Parma Shang clan...

While Shang Fu was still lost in her fantasies, one of her companions spoke up, "Brother Liang said the helicopter has taken off, it should arrive here in about twenty minutes."

"Hmm." Shang Fu breathed a sigh of relief, thankful for the connection with Tu Anliang in the South Sea.

Having received an affirmative answer, Shang Fu remembered their odd behavior just now, so she leaned against the car door, tilting her head to ask, "You just said she went up the mountain. Is there a problem?"

The few men looked at each other, and after a long pause, one of them spoke in a low voice, "It’s said that the South Sea Mountain is an untouched primitive mountain range, almost like a primitive forest. For her to enter so recklessly... the odds are bad, very bad."

Upon hearing this, Shang Fu was momentarily stunned, then she covered her lips, laughing slowly and softly, "Is that so? That’s really unfortunate."

Li Qiao, you chose this path yourself. Indeed, the folly of youth; if you die, you deserve it.

...

Meanwhile, Li Qiao climbed up the steep slope unhurriedly, surrounded by a dense forest, where almost no sound could be heard as she went deeper.

The sky was gradually turning gloomy; the steep peaks rose higher with the terrain, and the dark ink-colored canopy hung overhead, making the atmosphere in the woods increasingly ominous.

Li Qiao strolled leisurely, stepping on the dry branches and leaves as if she were walking on flat ground.

About ten minutes later, the light inside the mountain became dimmer, and the wind rushed through the trees, carrying a wail-like howl.

Suddenly, Li Qiao’s footsteps paused as a hissing noise came from behind her; turning her head without a change of expression, she saw a black and yellow snake coiled around the trunk of a tree to her right.

Oh, Jade-Spotted Brocade Snake.

Watching the snake flick its tongue as it swiftly approached, Li Qiao impatiently curled her lip, and with a quick eye and deft hands, she pinched the snake seven inches from its head. Applying pressure with her thumb, a flick of her arm broke the snake’s spine.

With a look of disgust, Li Qiao tossed the now limp body of the snake onto the grass without giving it another glance and continued forward.

Just then, a rumbling sound came from above; Li Qiao looked up to see a dark green helicopter circling overhead.

Li Qiao narrowed her eyes and shook her head; regardless of the situation ahead, flying directly over in a helicopter was a bad idea—if the enemy had a machine gun, you’d be riddled with bullets in a minute.

Sure enough, less than a minute later, two very faint gunshot sounds emanated from the woods.

It was the sound of a silenced gun.

Li Qiao slowly came to a stop and listened intently, a cold light flashing in her eyes.

The gunshots came from the right front, in the two o’clock direction.

Li Qiao estimated the distance between them and then darted out of the jungle like a nimble cat.

Meanwhile, at the same time, the helicopter that had flown over returned along the same route in an embarrassing state, with two obvious bullet holes in the fuselage door.

At that moment, a person was lying prone on the downslope grassland within the woods.

Covered with vegetation, he had his scope trained on the road below. As he heard the helicopter fly away overhead, he said into his headset, "Young Master Yun, the helicopter is gone, uh..."

Whatever Young Master Yun said in response was unheard; the sniper received no reply and paid it no mind.

At that time, Li Qiao was kneeling on the sniper’s back with one knee, pulling off his headset. She pinched the man’s throat with her thumb and forefinger, leaning close to whisper in his ear, "How many ambushes in the woods?"

The sniper hadn’t even reacted before he was startled by a girl’s voice. He narrowed his eyes, "Are you courting death?"

Li Qiao heard this and smiled faintly, lifting his neck with her grasp and saying in a ghostly voice, "According to the customs of the International Club, you usually set up three ambush points, right?"

The sniper was baffled.

Before he could even utter a question, Li Qiao twisted his neck, causing him to faint from the pain.

He wouldn’t die; it was just a broken vertebra.

Li Qiao rubbed her fingertips, took off his headset and placed it on herself, casually picking up the infrared sniper rifle from the ground, and quietly listening for any sounds through the headset.

...

Elsewhere, on a section in the middle of the Mountain Road.

Huge rocks and dirt from several landslides had blocked the road for a hundred meters, creating three or four separate sections.

At that moment, right in the center, a luxurious car from Yan Emperor’s line was parked at the roadside, with the road ahead and behind both blocked off; there were also marks on the car’s body from stone impacts.

And there were multiple bullet hits on the rear seat window, but the bulletproof glass was very sturdy. It was evident from the bullet holes, shot numerous times, that the window hadn’t been breached.

Twenty strong mercenaries were scattered around the road, and towards the car’s front, a man stood with one leg on the hood, holding a gun, grinning as he made eye contact with the people inside the car.

Tonight was to be Shang Shaoyan’s demise.

In the car at this moment, Liuyun and Luoyu were seated in the front, while Shang Yu lounged lazily in the backseat with his eyes closed.

Ignoring the man at the car’s front, Luoyu leaned over to check the sky outside the window and clicked his tongue, "Is Shang Fu brain-dead? Why would she embarrass herself by running out at a time like this?"

On hearing this, Liuyun sneered, "Probably is, only she would come up with the stupid idea of using a helicopter."