The Favored Heiress
Chapter 274: Did He Injure His Shoulder?

Chapter 274: Chapter 274: Did He Injure His Shoulder?

Yun Lih’s eyes paused, and he spoke with knitted brows, "The headquarters building was destroyed, but nothing else."

Li Qiao looked at him coolly, "Didn’t you consider the consequences when you took the job?"

Upon hearing this, the smile faded from Yun Lih’s face, and he straightened his expression, "There’s challenge only when there’s difficulty, but indeed I underestimated him."

Shang Shaoyan, the South Sea merchant, had a formidable reputation that spread far and wide.

Even in Nia State, adjacent to Parma, one could often hear rumors about him.

This time, the reason why the Mercenary Group accepted Shang Shaoyan’s order was to see how much truth there was in the rumors about him.

As it turns out, he did have some abilities.

After a while, Yun Lih shook his hair and after a few seconds of silence, looked at Li Qiao and asked, "I heard from Yun Ling that you’re quite familiar with Shang Shaoyan?"

How familiar, however, he did not know.

Yun Ling didn’t say much at the time, and he didn’t listen to it all. As soon as he got the news about Li Qiao, he had immediately set off for South Sea.

Li Qiao, seeing the suspicious look on Yun Lih’s face, nodded calmly, "Mhm, very familiar. I’ll introduce you when there’s a chance."

She wasn’t sure if Shang Yu would like Yun Lih to know about their relationship, given his sensitive identity, so she gave an ambiguous reply.

Yun Lih didn’t seem to care much as he smiled with a hint of indifference, his back leaning against the wall and tilting his foot, "That’s just perfect. He blew up my headquarters, so I’d like to settle this account with him in person."

Li Qiao blinked sympathetically. How confident could he be?

She sighed and shook her head, then changed the subject, "Did you see the note I added in the system using Yun Ling’s account?"

"So it was you who added it? I saw it. What do you want to do?" Yun Lih’s focused gaze was on Li Qiao’s face, and after the surprise, a killing intent emerged in his eyes.

The exposure of the Mercenary Group’s operation was something he wouldn’t let slide easily.

At that moment, Li Qiao licked her lips and casually curled them into a grin, "It’s not about what I want, but what you want to do.

According to the customs of the International Club and considering the losses within the Mercenary Group, she should bear some of the cost as well."

Yun Lih arched an eyebrow and sneered, "Fine, with your word, I’ll make sure she can’t get away with it at the International Club."

Just then, Li Qiao and Yun Lih locked eyes, and a gleam of satisfaction appeared in both of their eyes.

It seemed that someone was about to be unlucky.

Shortly after, Li Qiao pushed herself up from the ground and looked out the window, "What do you feel like eating tonight?"

Yun Lih stood up as well, moving his wrists and twisting his neck, "You decide. I’m not leaving for now, so, you know."

Saying this, he walked over to Li Qiao and patted her shoulder heavily, "The responsibility for my food, clothing, housing, and travel will be on you from now on."

Li Qiao instantly slapped away his hand and walked expressionlessly towards the door, not wishing to engage any further.

...

It wasn’t even half-past four when Li Qiao and Yun Lih walked out of the Taekwondo gym.

Downstairs at Entertainment City, Li Qiao was replying to messages on her phone.

Twenty minutes earlier, Shang Yu had sent her a WeChat message.

But at that time, she was sparring with Yun Lih and didn’t have her phone with her, so she didn’t see it.

Li Qiao absentmindedly walked and texted, with Yun Lih following beside her, wearing sunglasses, pursing his lips, and looking very cool.

Soon after, they arrived under the porch.

Seeing Li Qiao still walking straight ahead, and taking a glance to the side, Yun Lih quickly stretched out his hand to hold her shoulder, "Kid, watch out for the car."

As his words fell, a row of new Rolls Royce luxury cars drove past them from the slope on their left.

Li Qiao hadn’t sent out her message yet when Yun Lih pulled her back by the shoulder, causing her several steps backward.

Consequently, her shoulder, where she was hurt, got pulled painfully.

The punch he had thrown did hurt a bit.

Li Qiao shrunk her shoulders and her brow furrowed slightly, but she quickly returned to her usual calm demeanor.

She backed away to Yun Lih’s side, her eyes lifting at the corners as she looked up and saw the convoy, her expression slightly startled.

The Yan Emperor’s new convoy?

Seven vehicles drove up in sequence, and the one in the very center came to a stop right in front of Li Qiao and Yun Lih.

At this moment, Yun Lih’s hand was still resting on Li Qiao’s shoulder.

He watched coldly where the convoy had stopped, his handsome face pressed down, his brows unfolding as he sized up the carriage through the frames of his sunglasses.

But the tinted windows were very secretive, and he couldn’t see inside for the time being.

Just then, the rear window began to slide down slowly, revealing a gradually clearer view of a handsome cheek.

The man opposite them had a stern expression, deep-set facial contours, and nearly perfect angular lines that exuded arrogance and nobility, along with an absolute aura that was not to be underestimated.

This man was dangerous.

Yun Lih squinted his eyes coldly, took off his sunglasses in one smooth motion, and after scrutinizing for a moment, he recognized the other person.

He sneered with a roguish smile and raised his eyebrows playfully, "Shang Shaoyan!"

What a coincidence.

He had only arrived in the South Sea today, and within a few short hours, he had run into him on the streets.

Inside the vehicle, Shang Yu sat by the window, smoothing his sleeve with one hand, his dark, cold eyes lazily glancing at Yun Lih before shifting to look at Li Qiao’s shoulder, his thin lips gradually pursing with extreme displeasure.

Yun Lih wasn’t sure of Shang Yu’s purpose for being there, so he guarded and subtly shielded Li Qiao behind him.

The instant he made this subconscious gesture, Yun Lih suddenly remembered that they seemed to know each other.

At that moment, Shang Yu’s lips pressed down, and his cool gaze met Yun Lih’s again as the man’s deep and slow voice drifted from inside the car, "Yun Lih, take your hand off."

"You know me?" Yun Lih asked in surprise, his Adam’s apple rolling, yet he didn’t comply.

Indeed, he hadn’t expected that Shang Shaoyan would actually know him.

As a mercenary leader, he placed great importance on the confidentiality of his information.

Everyone knew the mercenary leader was called Yun Lih, but hardly anyone had seen him.

Because those who had, were dead.

At the same time, Li Qiao came to and let out a silent sigh, she shrugged her shoulder to push away Yun Lih’s hand, just about to step forward, but her shoulder was pressed down again, "Where do you think you’re going?"

Yun Lih didn’t like the way Li Qiao was distancing herself, and pressed her shoulder, pulling her back with a bit more force.

Li Qiao eyed him with impatience, her brows furrowing, "Planning to fight?"

If they were to fight again, she wouldn’t hold back.

Before Yun Lih could speak, the car door was opened by Liuyun.

In an instant, the powerful aura unique to Shang Yu spread around the vicinity of the carriage.

Under the bustling porch, the place seemed to have quieted down considerably.

The man leaned out of the car, his tall, lean physique comparable to Yun Lih, dressed in extreme black, wild yet refined, like a polished gentleman, but also like an unchallengeable overlord.

Yun Lih had to admit that this man had a kind of intimidating power that could compel others to bow their heads without even making a sound.

And at this moment, Shang Yu lazily walked up to Li Qiao.

His eyelids slightly lowered, his expression unreadable, he reached out to grasp Li Qiao’s arm and with a gentle tug, pulled her to his side.

Yun Lih’s palm fell short, and as his gaze focused sharply, his heart suddenly trembled.

Before him, Shang Shaoyan was by her side, holding her shoulder and asking in a deep voice, "What were you just doing?"

Li Qiao, clutching her phone, looked up, glanced at the astonished Yun Lih, and pouted, "Just sparring a bit."

Shang Yu’s eyes narrowed sharply, his gaze turning piercing and ominously shaded as it swept toward Yun Lih, "Did he injure your shoulder?"

Li Qiao looked down and pursed her lips in surprise. How did he notice?