The Favored Heiress
Chapter 335: He Came Through a Hail of Bullets

Chapter 335: Chapter 335: He Came Through a Hail of Bullets

Speaking, Wen Shi took step by step backward, ensuring the distance was safe enough before looking back at Tang Yiting, whose eyes were full of tears, "Xiao Tang, you see, your dear sister, she doesn’t seem to want to choose you."

It was a low-end tactic, driving wedges between people.

Tang Yiting, sobbing with her head shaking, twisted her head along the back of the chair and glared at Wen Shi with bloodshot eyes full of resentment oozing from her gaze.

Narrowing his eyes slightly, Wen Shi caressed the button on the remote and said in a feigned annoyance, "Xiao Tang, I don’t like the look in your eyes..."

He was threatening her, and Tang Yiting stiffened her neck; for the sake of her own life, she glared at him before quickly turning her head to look at the distant Gobi Desert.

She didn’t dare to look at Li Qiao, afraid that her current state would affect Li Qiao’s performance.

At that moment, Li Qiao cleared her throat and started walking forward.

"Miss Li, be careful..." Luoyu called out anxiously, fearing that Wen Shi would detonate the bomb, as the power of C4 was not to be taken lightly.

Hearing the warning, Li Qiao gave a slight nod, but her footsteps did not hesitate as she moved towards Tang Yiting.

Wen Shi, with one hand on the remote, looked at Li Qiao with a smile that was not quite a smile, "Xiao Li, have you made your choice? If you want Xiao Tang to live, then... I want you to kill Shang Shaoyan with your own hands."

It sounded like a clever scheme.

He was using the relationship between Li Qiao and Tang Yiting to force her to make a choice.

And in the whole wide world, no one could lower Shang Shaoyan’s guard completely except Li Qiao.

Li Qiao, looking at Wen Shi’s sharp and overflowing gaze, repeated impatiently, "I’ve said, I want them both, so stop asking me this nonsense."

Wen Shi nodded sympathetically, looking at Tang Yiting, "Xiao Tang, your sister is quite greedy..."

Tang Yiting, motionless, turned her back to him, pretending not to hear.

Li Qiao came back up to Wen Shi, and as she moved forward, he retreated, maintaining a distance of five steps between them, "If you take another step, I will let her die right now."

Then press it," Li Qiao gestured with her lips towards the remote in his hand, her eyes and brows indifferent, "If we are to die, then let’s die together."

Wen Shi suddenly looked back, only to realize that with Li Qiao’s recent approach, he had retreated within the range of the C4 blast.

Damn it!

Li Qiao took a step, then another, with a playful smile on her lips, "Wen Shi, why aren’t you pressing it?"

"Stop!" Wen Shi gritted his teeth and forced out a few words through his clenched jaw, backing away with his hands behind him, his thumb, which had been on the remote, subtlety lifted.

He indeed did not dare to gamble with his life, which is why he was always at the mercy of others.

Wen Shi’s expression gradually became ferocious. His jaw was clenched tight; gone was the initial smoothness, replaced with an untamed ferocity.

His thumb returned to the remote, smiling coldly as he retreated, "Actually, dying together isn’t so bad. Li Qiao, Shang Shaoyan likes you very much, doesn’t he? If you were to die, would he remain in endless agony?"

Seeing this, Li Qiao’s heart tightened, but her composure remained, "You might have to ask him that."

"No need to ask, let’s... try it."

In the instant he spoke those words, a bright light suddenly gathered in the depths of Wen Shi’s eyes, as if he had made a decisive decision, and he smiled as his thumb pressed down.

If we are to die, then let’s die together.

Take Li Qiao, take Tang Yiting; perhaps even Hell wouldn’t be so dull after all.

Both of them were once truly treated by him with sincerity.

But fate played tricks; why did the girl he secretly loved end up with Shang Shaoyan?

That was an enemy he would never give up fighting in this lifetime.

The moment Wen Shi finished speaking, Li Qiao knew he had made up his mind.

So, she charged forward with the fastest speed she had ever mustered in her life.

Meanwhile, from behind the training field came the distinctive sound of a racing car’s engine.

That car sped from the depths of the training ground, stirring up clouds of dust, and as it leaped onto the field, about a dozen men in black quickly turned, ready to fight.

And in that moment, Wen Shi hesitated for half a second.

With time being of the essence, that hesitation was enough.

Li Qiao rushed at him with extreme speed and kicked him just below the abdomen.

Extreme measures for extreme circumstances.

Had he not been holding the remote control, Li Qiao would not have disregarded the martial world’s code of ethics to take such action.

The sudden pain turned Wen Shi’s face ghastly pale; instinctively, he clutched at his lower abdomen, his eyes suddenly bloodshot and red, struggling to stand.

And as he brought his hands to the front to cover his lower abdomen, Li Qiao launched another kick, sending the small remote controller flying out of his hands and breaking two of his fingers in the process.

Wen Shi watched as the controller fell in a parabola into the sandy ground outside the field, and he could no longer support himself, his knees buckling to the ground.

The pain was unbearable, but he silently breathed a sigh of relief.

The thought of dying was a fleeting one.

He had struggled so hard to get to this point; dying like this would be too undeserved.

He hadn’t yet avenged his enemies, he hadn’t yet watched Shang Shaoyan lose his love and everything else. He was not reconciled.

With tear-filled, bloodshot eyes, he looked up at Li Qiao and said hoarsely, "Xiao Li, you’re really cruel..."

At this moment, the sports car behind had slowly stopped, but the person inside had just pushed the door open when the roar of helicopter blades came from above Li Qiao’s back.

In the dark night sky, three helicopters approached from a distance, one leading and two behind.

The searchlights from the helicopters were all focused on the area around Li Qiao and Wen Shi.

In no time, the leading helicopter descended and dropped a fast-rope.

In the gaze of countless onlookers, a dark figure descended from the sky, one hand gripping the rope.

The moment he landed firmly, he took off his leather gloves and threw them to the ground.

As if on command, the two helicopters behind him quickly moved forward, and the rotating turrets below their noses opened, unleashing a hail of bullets into the desert on both sides of the field.

The sand flew and the desert was engulfed; Shang Yu strode forward through the barrage of bullets.

The barrage was his protection, as well as a tool of deterrence.

He walked forward, escorted by the helicopters above.

Gunsmoke rose, and nobody around dared to move.

In the midst of the swirling sand, Li Qiao looked back at the figure becoming clear through the dust, black as the night itself.

The cold wind blew open his shirt and tousled his hair across his forehead.

That handsome and cold visage, with eyes deep as a cold pond, thin lips pressed tight, shadow and a subtle trace of worry buried in his gaze.

In just a short distance of ten or so meters, the man reached Li Qiao. There wasn’t time to speak or to gaze at her any longer; his strong arm encircled her, and his hand cradled the back of her head as he gave her an intense, possessive kiss.

The helicopters hovered over their heads, the gunfire subsiding, their noses pressed down, the rotating turrets of each one pointed at the men in black next to Tang Yiting.

Liuyun and Luoyu also emerged from the safe zone.

This was probably what absolute power suppression looked like.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the field, Yun Lih parked his car in a safe area, cursing under his breath.

He was at a loss for words.

The direct shooting from the helicopter had caused the sand and gravel to rise up and pitter-patter against his car’s body.

Yun Lih felt that had his reaction been a bit slower, his luxury car would likely have been directly in the line of fire.

Damn that Shang Shaoyan.