The Favored Heiress
Chapter 258: Wiped Out the Lair

Chapter 258: Chapter 258: Wiped Out the Lair

The Mercenary Headquarters was ambushed!

Yun Ling, hearing the relentless explosions and various cries of agony and roars over the phone, was completely dazed.

Even Li Qiao couldn’t help but look at Shang Yu in surprise, her lips curving in a smile.

To strike directly at the enemy’s nest on the first move, truly worthy of the Overlord.

At that moment, uncontrollable rage flashed through Yun Ling’s eyes, like a cornered beast, his gaze turned blood-red, "Shang Shaoyan, I’ll fucking kill you..."

The Mercenary Headquarters was the result of many years of hard work between him and his elder brother, and now it was destroyed just like that?

No wonder!

No wonder Shang Shaoyan had been in a standoff with him for over an hour, he was deliberately stalling for time.

At this moment, even with a gun pressed against his forehead, Yun Ling recklessly wanted to take Shang Yu down with him.

In the blink of an eye, he raised his gun, with a speed seemingly able to whip up a gust of wind.

A loud "bang" shattered the silence of the Mountain Road again.

Yun Ling’s arm, which held the gun, became limp and dropped to his side, and as the gun hit the ground, it made a crisp sound.

In his furious field of vision, he saw Li Qiao leaning against Shang Yu, one arm holding the golden Desert Eagle.

Her speed was faster than his, her marksmanship more precise.

Both of Yun Ling’s wrists had been shot through, and even if he still wanted revenge, he no longer had the chance.

Shang Yu, then, dropped his gaze and his lips curved slightly, seemingly in a good mood, as he looked at Li Qiao and kissed her forehead, his voice deep as he asked, "Do you know him?"

Li Qiao’s eyes flickered, she pulled back her gun and rubbed it twice, and spoke the truth, "I know his elder brother."

Yun Lih, the leader of the International Club’s mercenaries.

If Yun Lih knew his lair had been turned upside down by her boyfriend, who knows what his reaction would be.

Li Qiao pursed her lips and closed her eyes, sighing helplessly.

Soon after, two helicopters approached from beyond the mountains, circling around.

Because the road was blocked and there was a vehicle parked on the road, the helicopters couldn’t land and had to drop a rope ladder from the air.

As Shang Yu led Li Qiao towards the rope ladder, he paused and instructed the man beside Yun Ling, "Clean up the scene thoroughly and report to the Mansion later."

"Yes, Secret Hall Master."

Liuyun, Luoyu, and the other figures in black nearby also respectfully nodded as they watched the two leave.

Secret Hall Master...

Li Qiao noticed the name they called him, so they were from the Secret Hall?

...

Ten minutes later, the helicopters landed on the Mansion’s platform.

Wang Yue and Qiu Huan had already descended from the lookout tower, standing nearby on the platform waiting.

When Shang Yu and Li Qiao walked side by side off the helicopter, Qiu Huan’s greeting hand stiffened midair.

What had happened?

Why was Li Qiao also here?

He nudged Wang Yue’s shoulder, tilting his head toward the front, "That person is... Li Qiao, right?"

Wang Yue looked down at the surveillance footage in his hand, remaining silent, his lips tightly pressed as he raised his eyes to Li Qiao with respect and admiration.

She wasn’t just Li Qiao; she was the awe-inspiring, ruthlessly efficient Dasa Mi.

The footage from the drone ten minutes earlier was enough to make anyone’s scalp tingle.

That technique, smoothly snapping people’s necks as if she were breaking apples...

So, Wang Yue seriously considered whether he’d ever been disrespectful to Miss Li.

Meanwhile, Li Qiao was walking leisurely beside Shang Yu, their pace from the helicopter platform to the Mansion, a hundred meters away, getting increasingly slower.

Shang Yu keenly sensed her change and narrowed his eyes coldly, locking his gaze onto her feet.

Damn, he was about to discover it!

Li Qiao coughed lightly, squeezed his hand, and said with a faint smile, "The slope was too steep, I am a bit..." weak in the legs.

Her legs were truly weak.

The slopes of South Sea Mountain were steep and rugged, and the continuous walking on the incline had caused an uneven strain on her legs, which now inevitably ached and felt numb.

But before Li Qiao could utter her last two words, Shang Yu bent down and picked her up.

Powerful floodlights surrounded the platform, and the searchlight from the lookout tower swayed past.

In such bright light, Shang Yu slightly turned his head and saw her pant leg, which was slightly rolled up, covered in grass clippings, and on her delicate white ankles exposed, there were cuts from the weeds and branches in the woods.

Some wounds were still seeping blood, all too glaring to the eye.

Those injuries were suffered for his sake.

The man’s handsome face darkened like ink, his lips pressed into a firm line, his whole body emitting an aura of ferocity that even Wang Yue dared not approach.

Shang Yu’s dangerous eyes narrowed and slowly shifted toward Li Qiao.

At this moment, the young lady had already buried her face in the position of his shoulder, pretending as if nothing had happened.

Wang Yue and Qiu Huan followed behind them, both looking dumbfounded, and neither daring to speak out.

Upon entering, the two of them had clear roles.

One went to pour water, the other to find the first aid kit.

Sitting in front of the couch, Li Qiao sat upright, legs together, occasionally trying to hide them to the side.

At that moment, Qiu Huan placed two glasses of water on the coffee table, his gaze shifting back and forth between Shang Yu and Li Qiao, "Hey, you two..."

"Boss, the first aid kit."

Before Qiu Huan could finish, Wang Yue had already hastily walked in with the first aid kit.

Shang Yu kept a stern face and silently opened the first aid kit, took out various tools for treating wounds, and squatted in front of Li Qiao, going down on one knee.

Qiu Huan’s jaw dropped.

He stared intently at Shang Yu’s long leg kneeling on the ground, and swallowed hard.

A once-in-a-lifetime series!

Wang Yue stood off to the side without a change in expression, looking exceptionally natural.

Under the dazzling crystal chandelier in the living room, the man rolled up his slightly wrinkled sleeves and reached out for Li Qiao’s ankle.

"I’ll do it myself," Li Qiao hurriedly bent down to stop him when she saw he intended to help her take off her shoes.

But soon, Shang Yu lightly grasped her ankle, suppressed his smile, and warned in a low voice, "Don’t move."

Li Qiao stopped moving.

The black and white shoes were taken off, and the frayed pant leg was rolled up as well.

The majority of the wounds on Li Qiao’s ankles were abrasions, not too serious.

But the messy array of external injuries still looked somewhat jarring, especially against the smooth white skin.

His hands, symmetrical and defined, gripped the cotton swab tightly until it snapped with a click.

Wang Yue and Qiu Huan involuntarily shuddered in response.

It was over, the boss was angry.

Just when they thought Shang Yu was going to explode in anger, he lowered his eyelids, cradled Li Qiao’s ankle, took another iodine cotton swab, and began meticulously cleaning her wounds.

At the moment, no one spoke, and everyone’s gaze was fixed on Shang Yu.

A man known for his wild and lethal nature was now kneeling to tend to Li Qiao’s injuries.

This was a scene Qiu Huan had never witnessed before.

So much so that he forgot to sit down and stood next to Wang Yue, staring blankly at the scene unfolding before him.

About ten minutes later, a series of clear, forceful footsteps were heard from outside the entrance hall.

Aside from Shang Yu, the others looked toward the sound—

"Head of the Hall, the Mountain Road..." The person halted, speaking in a firm tone, but after uttering a few words, he stopped dead.

What did he see?

They saw their revered leader of the Secret Hall, kneeling on one knee before that exquisitely pretty girl, holding a green gourd-shaped medicine bottle, and applying the medicine to her ankle with devout and gentle movements.

Hmm? Is that appropriate?