The Favored Heiress
Chapter 873: Then give it a try

Chapter 873: Chapter 873: Then give it a try

One employment record caught Li Qiao’s attention, involving a primitive camouflage transaction with the Myanmar royal family and the highest military commander.

The highest military commander is Bai Mingyin, whom Li Qiao had met at a cabinet banquet.

Na Ji, with ties to senior officials in Myanmar.

After reading all the information, Li Qiao looked up again and saw that chaos had already erupted in the North District square.

Liuyun and Wang Yue were engaged in a chaotic fight with the opponent’s henchmen. He Chen and Shang Yu maintained a calm and composed demeanor, staring at Na Ji from a distance.

Na Ji, smoking a cigar, pushed back with his subordinate’s submachine gun, lifted his chin arrogantly towards Shang Yu, and said, "Shang Shaoyan, why not stay in the South Sea safely, instead of coming to Dian City to seek death? Good, today we’ll settle both new and old scores."

"So much nonsense to pick a fight, did Bai Mingyin teach you?"

Suddenly, a cool, light voice came from the side. Na Ji glanced over, blinking his triangular eyes, "This chick is not bad."

After speaking, he turned to his subordinate beside him, biting the cigar with a cold smile, "Bring her back for me to play with later."

Li Qiao’s expression remained indifferent, with an elusive curve on her lips.

Meanwhile, the aura around Shang Yu suddenly changed, his deep eyes sharp, restraining a sinister killing intent directed at Na Ji.

Even He Chen licked his back teeth, and without a word, drew a gun from his waist and fired straight away without looking, "I’ll wash your mouth out!"

Who is Li Qiao? She’s their sister-in-law. How could they allow others to act recklessly?

The bullet shot straight towards Na Ji, without missing, hitting the cigar at the corner of his mouth.

The tobacco was blown away, and the strong impact also cut his mouth.

Na Ji froze, his eyelids twitched several times.

He spat out the cigar, wiped his mouth with his hand, and upon seeing blood, glared furiously at He Chen, "You’re looking for death?"

Shang Yu stood tall, a silent yet powerful aura wrapped in hostility spreading around.

He moved towards Na Ji, his steps steady, with deep, shadowy eyes.

The henchmen tried to stop him but were intercepted by He Chen midway, with punches and kicks that were extremely fierce, causing even Li Qiao to click her tongue.

No wonder Shang Yu once said she couldn’t beat He Chen, and now it seems he wasn’t lying.

At this point, Na Ji squinted slightly, hastily gave a signal to his subordinate, and then aimed the submachine gun again at Shang Yu’s chest.

"Take one more step, and don’t blame me for being impolite." Na Ji spat out bloody saliva, pressing his wound at the corner of his mouth, "Shang Shaoyan, this is Dian City, not the South Sea. Three years ago, you swapped out a batch of raw gemstones that caused me to lose billions. Today, either you leave your life here, or... you can leave this chick with me, haha!"

Na Ji ignored Shang Yu’s menacing expression, still arrogantly boasting.

If relying on Bai Mingyin’s status, it’s a bit exaggerated.

Na Ji looks like a third-rate character but could precisely grasp Shang Yu’s movements.

Even Bai Mingyin couldn’t act recklessly at the border.

Li Qiao slowly relaxed her brows, looking at Shang Yu’s figure, with her thoughts slightly disturbed.

By now, the man was already standing half a meter from Na Ji.

The subordinate in the floral shirt directly raised the gun to Shang Yu’s shoulder, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he warned, "Stop."

The man looked down at the shoulder, his thin lips slightly curling. The next second, he kicked Na Ji’s abdomen with a long leg.

"Ugh..."

Na Ji never expected Shang Yu to suddenly take action. His short and round body was kicked backward uncontrollably, finally colliding with the car hood.

The subordinate with the gun didn’t react in time, and looking closely, saw Na Ji clutching his stomach, kneeling on the ground.

He cocked the submachine gun’s safety but had not aimed it at Shang Yu when the man grabbed the gun’s head, using the force to flip it, causing the submachine gun to change owners.

Shang Yu held the submachine gun with one hand, without looking at the floral shirt, pulled the trigger, and gunfire followed by wails erupted.

The floral shirt’s leg was shot, kneeling and curled on the ground, wailing incessantly.

Next to him, Na Ji clutched his stomach, his face contorted as he stood up.

He glanced at the gun in Shang Yu’s hand, leaned forward, and taunted, "If you dare to shoot me, Madam Xiao won’t let you go."

Three years ago, someone told him that to deal with Shang Shaoyan, just mentioning Madam Xiao would surely reverse the outcome.

Now, Na Ji employs the old trick, his small triangular eyes staring straight at Shang Yu, waiting to see his expression change.

He had verified it back then, and it indeed worked.

However, Shang Yu’s subsequent reaction was quite unexpected.

The man didn’t react in any way, his piercing and shadowy eyes gripping Na Ji’s face intensely, his nostrils flaring as he spoke in a dark tone, "What did you just say?"

Na Ji’s eyes met Shang Yu’s deep, icy eyes, and his mind went blank for a moment before he stammered, "Madam, Madam Xiao, if you harm me, someone will immediately report to her, see if you dare!"

Shang Yu’s lips curled into a cold smile, "Then let’s see."

At the moment the words fell, his gun was pressed against Na Ji’s forehead.

The air was instantly filled with a helpless low cry, "Shang Shaoyan, that’s enough."

The newcomer was Bai Yan.

While Na Ji was too frantic to care, nervously staring at the gun against his forehead, terrified to the point his breath almost stopped.

Three years ago, he survived Shang Shaoyan’s confrontation, relying on the words ’Madam Xiao.’

But today, it suddenly didn’t work?

Had he known this, even if he got news of Shang Shaoyan in Dian City, he wouldn’t have rashly come looking for trouble.