From Nun to Real Heiress: Expert at Turning the Tables - Chapter 172

Chapter 172: 085 Xi Yu (Second Watch)

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“Ming Jing, how is Shaodan now?” On the way back, Lin Qing couldn’t help but ask.

After all, it was her own son, and enduring this long was already her limit. Ming Jing went silent for a moment, “He’s still alive.”

Lin Qing almost choked, wanting to ask Ming Jing to bring Shaodan back, but upon seeing Ming Jing’s face, she didn’t dare to say it out loud.

Now, she feels more fear than pity for her daughter.

“As long as I am in this world, I will protect him for one day. There is no need to worry.”

The calm voice of the young girl seemed to have a mysterious bewitching power. Since she said so, she must be able to do it.

Lin Qing sighed, “I hope he can be safe and sound. If he can’t hold on, let him hnol,- ”

Zhu Shaodan had gained much experience these days following Laiba. Though they ate at roadside stalls, slept in guesthouses, and wore cheap clothes, all these were worth it for striving for their dreams.

That night, he followed Laiba to Bojinlai Casino. The place was full of people, and it was easy to find opportunities. Moreover, since the last casino incident, Ran Tengxiao often appeared at Bojinlai. Even Miss Zhao had been coming more frequently, but no one had seen that arrogant young man again. It was as if he had disappeared into thin air.

As long as he could see Master Xiao, there was a chance. Moreover, seeing his idol every day made Zhu Shaodan feel extremely happy.

“Cousin, is he dead?” Zhao Qin yawned out of boredom, as her dark circles noticeably deepened. That damn brat, Zhao Qin mentally noted it down again.

Ran Tengxiao was drinking tea and reading a book. Sitting under the lights, he looked like a gentle and modest gentleman.

Zhao Qin pouted.

“Master Xiao, there’s trouble at Zhuque Hall.” Ye Jian came in and whispered. Zhao Qin immediately sat up straight, “What happened to Zhuque Hall?”

Ye Jian looked at her and said, “Miss Zhao, Wan Xiang and Zhao Gan are fighting over a woman and it has escalated.”

Wan Xiang was Ran Qing’s confidant and temporarily managing Zhuque Hall for her. Zhao Gan was the Heavenly Master of Zhuque Hall, but he had always been at odds with Wan Xiang due to his relationship with Zhao Qin, who was his cousin. They had been waiting for Ran Qing to step down completely and take over Zhuque Hall for a long time.

Tonight’s incident had started over a woman, but in reality, the woman was just an excuse.

Ran Tengxiao turned a page in his book and said, without lifting his head, “No need to pay attention. Let them be.” Zhao Qin couldn’t sit still any longer and stood up, “I’ll go and see.”

With that, she rushed out like the wind.

Ye Jian whispered, “Will the Miss going ruin the plan?”

Ran Tengxiao smiled faintly, “What can she do? She’s just a silly girl.”

Ye Jian remained silent.

Ran Tengxiao frowned, “Still no news from him?”

Ye Jian immediately understood and shook his head, “This person seems to have vanished into thin air, there are no clues at all.”

Under the light, the handsome young man hooked his lips, “That’s good.

Tonight’s bait will lure out quite a few fish.”

When Zhao Qin arrived, she was dumbfounded.

Wan Xiang, Zhao Gan, and their brothers had been strung up with ropes, sitting in a row on the ground, bruised and swollen. Their faces a miserable sight, they howled and groaned in pain.

Many onlookers had gathered outside, whispering and commenting on the situation. A few young girls were excitedly taking photos and saying, “He’s so handsome, so handsome, it’s killing me!”

“He’s so damn cool when he’s fighting, so swift and decisive. I’m dying, so glad I got it on video.”

Zhao Qin frowned and walked forward, her eyes suddenly fixed on something.

The bar was dimly lit, the dazzling lights casting shadows. In a booth inside, a young man sat with his back to everyone.

Zhao Qin’s heart involuntarily skipped a beat.

“Sister… save me.” Zhao Gan struggled to call out.

Zhao Qin did not even glance at him as she walked further inside.

The teenager was dressed in black as usual, wearing a baseball cap and a face mask. The brim of the cap was pressed down low, his legs crossed and resting on the coffee table. His legs were straight and long, wrapped in black pants. One hand rested on the armrest while the other played with a dagger. The sharp dagger spun rapidly between his fingers, terrifying to watch.

“Xi Yu?” She tentatively called out.

The young man glanced at her sideways, his eyes cold and unfeeling from under the darkness of the hat’s brim.

Her mind went blank for a moment, as she forgot what she wanted to say..