Triplets: Daddy, Please Pamper Us Lightly
Chapter 427 - 426: No Martial Morality! _1

Chapter 427: Chapter 426: No Martial Morality! _1

Just at this crucial moment, the girl’s warm hand covered the man’s icy hand.

"Qi Yunjue, don’t!"

Under normal circumstances, as long as she spoke, he would certainly put his gun down right away.

But something seemed off with Qi Yunjue at this point.

He glanced at her, void of any tenderness and reluctance in his eyes, replaced with unfamiliarity and detachment.

"Let go!" He said dryly, his voice as cold as ice.

Yan Ling, quick to perceive his unusual demeanor, refused to let go.

"Yuan Bao is still here, can’t you avoid letting him witness such a brutal scene?"

Her tone was calm, but if you listened closely, you could hear a hint of fear.

She feared that Yuan Bao would never approach Qi Yunjue again after witnessing this change in him.

She feared even more that once he changed like this, he would never revert back to the Qi Yunjue she knew.

Yan Ling noticed that when she said this, the man clenched his other hand into a fist by his side.

It appeared as though he was restraining a wild urge to kill within him.

Just as she felt relief that Qi Yunjue still had a shred of sanity left,

As she assumed she could prevent him from acting,

An abrupt turn of events struck again!

The thug, who had been pretending to be dead on the ground, suddenly sprang up.

In his hand gleamed a menacing dagger, he snarled menacingly at Qi Yunjue, lunging at him, "You’re going to die!"

Everything happened too quickly, the dagger was about to thrust into Qi Yunjue’s chest.

However, the man under attack appeared unfazed. He casually adjusted his tie, a bottomless chill glistening in his eyes.

Then, he raised his gun, his voice bone-chillingly cold, "This is merely the futile struggle of a dying man..."

Those gathered around had long since been frightened by this horrifying scene into retreating far away, even holding their breaths.

Yet, Yan Ling clung to his arm, refusing to let go. "Qi Yunjue, trust me, I can protect myself."

Qi Yunjue glanced at the girl holding onto him, then quietly watched the thug who was charging at him with a dagger.

But, in the moment he hesitated, the blade was only 0.01 cm away from him.

Yet his finger did not pull the trigger...

"Ha ha ha, it is not me who struggles in vain, it is you! The high and mighty Lord Qi finally being killed by a beautiful woman, how hilarious, how pathetic..."

Seeing himself about to come to the upper hand, the thug broke out into a wild grin.

Suddenly, he could no longer continue to smile...

Because, his body seemed to have been fixed tightly in place, becoming unable to move an inch forward.

His brows furrowed, as he looked down to find a number of silver needles scattered neatly across his wrist.

The thug’s eyes widened in disbelief.

This was impossible!

Just when he launched his attack, he clearly did not see anything in this woman’s hands.

Where did these silver needles come from?

Yan Ling’s tone was indifferent, "Ever heard the phrase ’villains die from talking too much’?"

Last time she was nearly ambushed by the Black Python, she was terrified afterward. In order not to be thrust into the same helpless situation,

She learned her lesson and coated these ordinary looking silver needles with a powerful anesthetic she just developed.

Not to mention a man of less than 200 kg, even an elephant would fall in an instant...

"You..." You have no sense of martial decorum!

The thug wanted to accuse Yan Ling of breaking the code of martial arts championship.

But he could only utter one word before the drug took effect, and, like a lifeless puppet, he collapsed unwillingly on the ground.