The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend
Chapter 110

Chapter 110: Chapter 110

Yan Dunan slowly turned his wine glass, giving a signal to the people behind Bai Su.

Jiang Gujun noticed it, his expression immediately tensing up. Without thinking, he flipped open his coat, drew a gun from his waist, and fired in one direction—

"Bang."

The sound of a body hitting the ground was dull and piercing.

The death of Yan Yue盟’s subordinate completely ripped apart the facade of this seemingly harmonious negotiation. Yan Yue盟’s people encircled Yan Dunan, while their subordinates continuously fired at the duo, Bai Su.

As someone attempted to approach Bai Su, the opponent rose with an uncanny movement, and before that person realized what was happening, a solid wooden stool came crashing down on his head!

The speed was so fast that he couldn’t duck, and his head was smashed open.

Blood and brain matter mixed, forming a red and white puddle.

Bai Su dusted off his hands casually, glanced sideways at Yan Dunan, who was heavily protected, and chuckled lightly, "It seems Lord Yan is not satisfied with my demands."

He sighed almost imperceptibly, a bit regretfully, "I just wanted to sleep on a better bed, but it turns out Yan Yue盟 is too poor to even afford one."

Hearing the faintly mocking words beside his ear, Yan Dunan couldn’t help but twitch his temple, gripping the armrest, he coldly ordered, "Kill them!"

Bai Su lowered his eyes, considering the impending bloodshed, he slid the small rubber band from his wrist and tucked it into the pocket inside his coat.

He then drew a gun from his boot, pulled the trigger, tilted his head to dodge an attack, and then sharply thrust his elbow into the assailant’s neck—

"Crack."

The dislocating bone sound was agonizing to hear.

The entire action took no more than two seconds from start to finish. Two seconds later, Bai Su took Jiang Gujun’s place, attracting most of the gunfire, but they all kept a cautious eye on Bai Su; no one dared to approach.

Bai Su weighed the gun in his hand, slightly raising his eyes, the water color condensing into frost, somber and cold.

Jiang Gujun took the chance to turn and flash behind the wall to hide.

While Yan Yue盟’s people were still apprehensive of Bai Su, he swiftly contacted President Fei.

The reply was quick; [Arrived.]

Jiang Gujun was puzzled.

Suddenly, outside the villa, the sound of alarms blared.

Yan Dunan was startled, glanced at Bai Su, who remained at ease surrounded by people, gritted his teeth, and signaled to his subordinate to go out and check.

But as soon as the subordinate crouched and took two steps back, the next second, his head was pierced through.

The moment before his death, he stared incredulously in the middle direction.

A gentle and lazy man stood in the encirclement, the muzzle of his gun was still aimed precisely at his head.

Yan Dunan was completely shocked, blankly staring at Bai Su, hastily giving loud orders, "Hurry, retreat!"

There were more than two hundred people outside the villa, but only about fifty inside, and these fifty couldn’t hold Bai Su back, let alone the unknown dangers outside, Yan Dunan had a bad feeling, hastily calling for a retreat.

But before he could reach the door, the villa’s main entrance was suddenly kicked open from the outside.

With a bang, it crashed against the wall, knocking down and shattering vases on both sides, the sound of breaking echoing in Yan Dunan’s ears, causing his hairs to stand on end.

He looked up.

Only to see sporadic white flowers in the garden outside stained with splashes of hot blood, a slender Si Ye silhouette walked this way, stepping on a path of blood blossoms.

Her trouser legs were stained with blood, her steps over the scattered bloody flowers and corpses, in the dark night, she was like an Asura reborn from hell.

The villa inside was very quiet, and the outside was even more so.

Yan Dunan’s eyes widened slightly.

One... over a hundred people... all dead?

The subordinates behind him hurriedly dragged Yan Dunan to hide by the door.

Unfortunately, they were like turtles in a jar now, the villa was only so big, nowhere could escape a death sentence.

Rong Zhi adjusted her mask, pushing the smart glasses on her face with a finger, a ghostly blue light flickering on the lens under the moonlight. Her white shirt was splattered with a lot of blood, both her own and others’.

Over a hundred people carrying hot weapons were not so easy to deal with, and she didn’t escape without a few scratches, but they’re minor injuries, a few days’ rest would heal them.

She tapped her invisible earphone, using voice-to-text to send a message to the employer.

"It’s settled outside, you can leave now."

Having said that, she didn’t plan to head inside; she wasn’t keen on bumping into the people inside.

There was no sound from the other side for two minutes, and she frowned, wondering if the earpiece was malfunctioning. As she was about to take it off to check, she heard a low, lazy voice.

"Is President Fei at the door?"

The tone was very familiar.

Rong Zhi took a deep breath, "Yes."

"Alright."

?

What did he mean by "alright"?

Rong Zhi hadn’t heard any screams from inside, just the gunshots she heard when she first arrived, nothing else. She couldn’t determine Bai Su’s safety, but it seemed he was quite safe now.

With that, her task was complete; there was no need to stay any longer.

As for the people who kidnapped Bai Su here?

That was outside the task, it required extra pay.

She disassembled her knife into a bracelet to wear, when out of the corner of her eye, she saw a figure emerging from the villa, her wrist rotated, tossing the bracelet into her pocket, turned and left.

"Won’t President Fei wait for me?"

The man’s voice low and tinged with a faint smile, but if listened closely, a different undertone could be detected than usual. Now his whole being exuded a mysterious, dangerous aura.

A slight carelessness would cause one to fall into the net he weaved, dying silently.

Rong Zhi’s steps didn’t stop.

Unexpectedly, Bai Su’s steps were faster than hers, in a few strides he blocked her path.

Rong Zhi frowned, intending to ask how his long legs grew, moving so fast.

A pair of hands suddenly struck towards her face, Rong Zhi took a half-step back, sensing the man’s intent, her expression turned slightly cold.

Bai Su, seeing her quick response, narrowed his eyes slightly, suddenly raising a leg—

Rong Zhi swiftly ducked and swept her leg towards his knee, her strike furious and uncompromising, carrying a wind.

Bai Su immediately dodged to the side, executing a backflip in mid-air to avoid her attack, then relentlessly sought her openings, his punches filled with boundless force, Bai Su grasped one, pulling her wrist and drawing her into his embrace.

Rong Zhi’s wrist was tightly grasped, she pressed her lips together, and delivering another fierce kick as she was pulled in.

If Bai Su didn’t release her, he would certainly be crippled by her kick.

The man obviously understood this, reluctantly releasing his grip, Rong Zhi took the chance to pull away and ran.

But the next second, she heard the trigger being pulled, the bullet slicing through the air.

Rong Zhi cursed inwardly, barely turning to avoid it, but couldn’t help losing her glasses, her wide, fox-like eyes glaring angrily at Bai Su.

Her alluring brows and eyes were stained with blood, flowing like blooming flowers at the corner of her eyes, adding a touch more allure.

Bai Su paused for a moment, staring at those eyes.

Taking advantage of his lapse, Rong Zhi darted out of the villa, disappearing in a few breaths.

Jiang Gujun dragged Yan Dunan out of the villa, catching sight of Bai Su, who seemed dazed as he tried to ask how his acting was at the table earlier, noting that his own Mr. Su looked a bit sluggish.

He raised an eyebrow in confusion, "Mr. Su, what are you doing? Weren’t you going to chase President Fei? Where is President Fei?"