The Favored Heiress
Chapter 257: All the Snipers are Taken Care Of

Chapter 257: Chapter 257: All the Snipers are Taken Care Of

As soon as he had finished speaking, Luoyu took a look at the car’s satellite phone, his eyes narrowed, and he looked back and said, "Boss, the sniper’s position in the mountains has been exposed, and Wang Yue has sent people to deal with it."

The man lifted his eyelids slightly, his deep and dark gaze shifted to the front.

Yun Ling, the second-in-command of International Club mercenaries.

Shang Yu’s gaze met his, a wicked smile spreading across his lips as if he didn’t care about the mercenaries outside at all.

At that moment, the satellite phone on the back seat rang.

He picked it up and his pupils instantly constricted.

It was a WeChat message.

Li Qiao: Boyfriend, I’ve dealt with the snipers. [Rose]

The moment Shang Yu saw this message, a storm surged in his dark eyes.

He uncrossed his legs, his voice tense and husky, "Open the door."

Liuyun was stunned, turning back in astonishment, "Boss, it’s not time yet."

"Open the door!" The man repeated coldly, his eyes, however, were firmly fixed on the towering mountains to the left.

Under the dim streetlights, a dark shadow could be faintly seen moving slowly down the steep mountain road.

Luoyu and Liuyun saw it too, and their hearts immediately raced.

Damn!

Could it be Miss Li?

The situation now was not something she could confront head-on!

These people were mercenaries of the International Club, not ordinary bodyguards or thugs.

At this scene, with a wicked look in his eyes, Yun Ling was also visibly shaken.

He abruptly put his legs down from the hood, raised his gun to aim at the figure in the woods, and the mercenaries, hearing the commotion, turned to look in unison.

At the critical moment, a gunshot resounded through the valley, followed by Yun Ling’s low growling and then quiet.

At this time, the car door in the backseat of the luxury car had opened, and Shang Yu, standing tall and straight, hooked a golden Desert Eagle with one hand and accurately shot through Yun Ling’s wrist.

All the mercenaries, upon hearing the noise, immediately came over, trained and disciplined.

"Phew, Shang Shaoyan, you’ve finally decided to show up!"

Yun Ling clutched his bloody wrist, his face twisted with ferocity as he glared at Shang Yu.

Liuyun and Luoyu also got out of the car, standing on either side of the man, both raising their guns at Yun Ling.

Shang Yu’s deep eyes were swirling with a murderous scarlet intent, his handsome face clouded with menace as he looked at Yun Ling like looking at a dead man.

He lowered his eyelids, said nothing, and immediately walked toward the foot of the mountain by the roadside.

Yun Ling gritted his teeth, his facial muscles twitched twice, and he swung his wrist forward, barking out an order with murderous intent, "Do it."

As his voice fell, twenty mercenaries rushed towards Shang Yu.

Among them, several mercenaries were also holding guns; if they fired at the same time, he would be dead without a doubt.

But the man seemed oblivious to all this, his tall black silhouette still striding forward, with the mercenaries moving around him.

At that moment, two voices nearly spoke in unison.

One was a crisp female voice: "Yun Ling, I advise you not to seek death."

The other came from Liuyun: "Look behind you."

Yun Ling was caught off guard.

Just as he fixed his gaze on Shang Yu, ready to issue another command, a gun suddenly appeared above his head.

Not just his—every mercenary had a gun to their head.

Where had these people come from? There hadn’t been any sign at all.

The situation reversed in an instant, catching everyone off guard.

By now, Shang Yu had walked briskly near the peak of the mountain, and the figure of Li Qiao also emerged from the dense woods.

Although the lighting was poor, under the streetlights one could still see her covered in grass and leaves, with one leaf shaking unsteadily on top of her head.

Li Qiao, with a submachine gun strapped to her back and a Desert Eagle in hand, slid down the hillside and plunged straight into Shang Yu’s embrace, "So tired..."

This hill was too rugged, much steeper than the jungle terrain at the border.

Shang Yu hugged her tightly, his breathing slightly rapid, as he almost forced out the words through clenched teeth, "Came through the mountain?"

"Ah..." Li Qiao looked up from his embrace, her lips curling up into a smile, "Just getting some exercise."

While talking, she gave him a particularly subtle hug, trying to smell the crisp scent on the man, hmm, no smell of blood.

Shang Yu lifted his hand to remove the submachine gun from her back, tossed it onto the ground, then wrapped his arms firmly around her waist, bending down and sighing, "You’re not afraid of marching into death?"

Li Qiao twisted her mouth, tilted her head, and glanced at Yun Ling, "Him? Incompetent."

This inexplicable confidence was really both annoying and endearing.

Shang Yu rolled his Adam’s apple, plucked the leaves from Li Qiao’s head, gripped her chin, and sucked fiercely on her lips.

The next second, he closed his eyes, exhaled, and slowly turned around, still embracing her.

At this very moment, the situation on this road blocked at both ends had undergone a drastic change.

Twenty-one men in black training outfits, each with a gun to the heads of the mercenaries and Yun Ling.

Li Qiao stood next to Shang Yu, taking a brief look at the surrounding environment and cast a sighing glance at Yun Ling.

At this moment, Yun Ling realized he might have been duped. Blood was still streaming from his wrist, and he glared at Li Qiao with bursting eyes, "Who are you?"

It was she who had called out his name earlier.

How could such a young girl know his name?

Li Qiao fiddled with the Desert Eagle in her hand, staring at Yun Ling with a significantly muted expression, "Does your brother know how embarrassing you were today?"

Yun Ling startled, "You know..."

"What a lot of nonsense." Li Qiao coldly cut him off, tilting her head slightly to look at the man next to her, and pursed her lips towards Master Yan in the front, "Master Yan, what’s going on here?"

Where did all these men in black training outfits come from?

She certainly hadn’t seen these people when she was halfway up the mountain.

The reason she had texted Shang Yu was to tell him that the three snipers on the mountain had already been dealt with.

She had thought he refused to get out of the car because he feared the hidden ambush in the woods.

But now it seems... that wasn’t the case!

Shang Yu looked down at the girl beside him, curled his lips as Luoyu happened to catch sight of the lit screen of the phone on the back seat, "Boss, you’ve got a call."

Luoyu took out the phone and walked forward to hand it to Shang Yu.

This scene made Li Qiao furrow her brows slightly; she asked Luoyu, as if nobody else was there, "Why can’t I get through on your phones?"

Since Shang Yu’s phone was working, but Liuyun’s and Luoyu’s could not be reached.

Hearing this, Luoyu nodded and explained, "This area has been signal-jammed. The boss’s phone has an anti-jamming chip, so his is the only one that works."

"Oh..." Li Qiao responded nonchalantly, raising an eyebrow, feeling something was off.

That’s not right, is it? If there was a signal jam, why was her phone still working?

Before Li Qiao could continue to inquire, she heard the man next to her speak into the phone, "Lift the jam."

After he put away his phone and held Li Qiao tightly with one arm, he lazily lifted his eyelids, casting a wickedly cold gaze at Yun Ling.

"Shang Shaoyan, are you fucking playing me?"

Yun Ling was furious as he realized the situation had spiraled out of control.

But he still couldn’t figure out where the problem lay.

If the people below the cliff on the right side had been lying in ambush for rescue, why hadn’t they acted from the beginning, instead of wasting nearly an hour here?

At this moment, a subtle vibration from a cellphone ripple from Yun Ling’s pocket.

Shang Yu’s eyes curved in a profound smile, his hand gripping the gun, his arm holding Li Qiao, his eyebrows tauntingly lifted, "Answer it."

Yun Ling’s Adam’s apple moved as he endured the pain from his wrist, taking out his cellphone from his pocket, his gaze fixed on Shang Yu and pressed the answer button.

From the other end of the phone, sounds of explosions erupted, someone yelled furiously, "Young Master Yun, our Mercenary Headquarters has been sneak attacked, we’ve suffered heavy losses..."