Chapter 419 Lu Qinglin, is that you?

Nan Wan had just arrived at the club, still holding a glass of orange juice between her fingers.

She hadn't even had a second sip yet.

Then came a series of muffled thuds and screams from outside.

The club's staff screamed and hid. Outside the main entrance, dozens of people charged in, hacking and slashing their way through the corridor. In the end, only a dozen or so people made it to the lobby.

They all looked fierce and menacing, and each of them was carrying a weapon.

The bald, burly man at the head of the group, with a thick gold chain around his neck and a face full of menacing features, was shouting at the people in the hall.

"Where's that woman from Nanwan? Get the hell out here!"

"I won't be satisfied until I chop you up and feed you to the dogs! I'll avenge Boss Lei!"

Yang Yi stood in front of the crowd, looking at him expressionlessly.

Before the bald man could finish speaking, Yang Yi moved.

All the people saw was a blur.

The next second, the bald, burly man's scream tore through the air.

His wrist was grabbed by Yang Yi with one hand and twisted outward at an odd angle, the cracking sound of bones breaking was clearly audible.

Yang Yi's eyes didn't change for a second. With another exertion of force, he threw the person away, causing him to smash into a table.

When the remaining dozen or so men saw their leader get killed instantly, they panicked and charged forward with a roar.

"Kill him!"

"Avenge the boss!"

The scene instantly descended into chaos, with flashing swords and the muffled thuds of fists colliding filling the air.

Nan Wan stood on the second-floor circular corridor, holding onto the railing with one hand and gently protecting her slightly protruding belly with the other.

She looked down at the bloody scene below, her eyes cold and devoid of any warmth.

Her red lips parted slightly, uttering four words.

"Leave no one alive."

Her voice wasn't loud, but it carried an undeniable command that cut through all the noise downstairs.

The smell of blood downstairs dissipated quickly.

Yang Yi's men were cleaning up the scene in an orderly manner.

Nan Wan turned around and walked into the private room behind her.

She sat in the large leather sofa and closed her eyes.

The scent of another man seemed to linger around the tip of her nose.

Lu Qinglin.

She thought of him, that arrogant man.

He once barged in, carrying a long whip in one hand and a bottle of strong liquor in the other, and fought his way to her.

He was wounded, but his eyes shone with a piercing light, like a wolf that had locked onto its prey.

He cracked his whip on the ground and walked towards her step by step, tilting his head back to drink the wine from the bottle, passing it to her mouth.

He possessed a unique aura of masculine hormones, a mixture of blood and alcohol, domineering and fiery.

That night, they made love passionately on this sofa.

He also put a diamond ring on her ring finger.

But now.

She would never see him again.

A series of sharp, throbbing pains shot through her heart, making it almost impossible for her to breathe.

My eyes welled up with tears.

Nan Wan suddenly opened her eyes, instantly suppressing her fragile emotions, leaving only her usual coldness in her eyes.

She stood up, straightened her clothes, and went outside.

The area downstairs has returned to calm.

A black Rolls-Royce Phantom was parked quietly at the entrance of the clubhouse.

Nan Wan sat down inside.

This vehicle is custom-made and is fully bulletproof.

Yang Yi sat in the passenger seat, looking wary.

The convoy started moving, escorted by a black Mercedes at the front and back, each carrying top-notch bodyguards.

The car drove smoothly on the winding mountain road back to the manor.

The night was deep.

Suddenly, the car braked sharply, and everyone inside was thrown forward.

"What's going on?" Yang Yi pressed the earpiece and asked in a deep voice.

Soon, the bodyguard from the first car responded.

"Brother Yi, the road is blocked."

In the middle of the road ahead, a rock that had rolled down from the mountainside blocked the way.

"Be on guard," Yang Yi ordered, getting out of the car.

Eight bodyguards immediately got out of the two Mercedes-Benz cars and cautiously approached the rock with guns in hand.

Just then, flames spewed from the dense forest on both sides of the road.

A burst of gunfire erupted instantly.

They came on strong, their killing intent palpable.

It's obvious they're targeting Nanwan.

Bullets clattered against the Rolls-Royce's windows, making muffled "bang" sounds, but leaving only white dots behind.

Nan Wan, who was inside the car, kept her eyes closed the whole time, without even raising an eyebrow.

A long time passed.

The gunfire outside gradually subsided.

Yang Yi confirmed the situation via walkie-talkie and then reported back.

"Miss Nan, it's all been cleaned up."

"A total of seventeen people."

The words had barely left his mouth.

A few crisp metallic clanging sounds echoed along the quiet mountain road.

Several metal cans, about the size of aluminum cans, were thrown out of the woods, rolled a few times on the ground, and hissed as they emitted white smoke.

A pungent odor quickly spread.

Yang Yi's expression changed drastically, and he roared.

"There's something suspicious! Scatter!"

He immediately covered his mouth and nose, and Nan Wan closed the car windows, shutting off the air circulation between the inside and outside of the car.

But it was too late.

The bodyguards on guard outside swayed a few times before collapsing limply to the ground.

Yang Yi also felt dizzy and his body began to feel weak.

He could smell that it was a potent sedative gas mixed with muscle relaxants.

Even if a person wakes up, they will temporarily lose their ability to fight.

This group of people is ruthless and professional.

Before he finished speaking, four tall figures sprang out from the dense forest on the left.

They wore top-of-the-line black combat suits and gas masks, revealing only pairs of blue eyes that exuded inhuman coldness.

They're clearly not domestic assassins; they're more like foreign mercenaries paid to do their jobs.

This is a high-level match.

Yang Yi immediately drew his gun and opened fire on the outside.

The man in the lead didn't dodge or evade; his figure moved so fast that it was just a blur, and he instantly got close to the front of the car.

Yang Yi opened the car door and went to greet him.

The two exchanged blows, each one potentially fatal.

However, because Yang Yi had inhaled a small amount of gas and was exhausted, he was struck on the neck with a chop after only a few moves, and his vision went black as he passed out.

Inside the car, only Nan Wan and the driver, who was already pale with fright, remained.

"Knock knock".

There was a knock on the driver's side window.

Nan opened her eyes and lowered the car window halfway.

The blue-eyed man outside was pointing a gun at the driver.

The next second, Nan Wan raised her hand and threw a dark, oval-shaped object out of the car window.

The man's pupils contracted sharply.

“SHIT, kill her.”

The violent shockwave kicked up dust and flames shot into the sky.

The Rolls-Royce shook violently, and the side window shattered.

Two of the four men were thrown into the air on the spot, and the remaining two, who were farther away, were covered in bruises and looked disheveled, although they avoided fatal injuries.

"FUCK!!"

The two survivors were enraged and raised their guns, ready to riddle the car with bullets.

Just then, blinding headlights appeared in front of the rocks blocking the road.

Two Mercedes cars sped towards them, then came to a stop with a beautiful drift.

The car door opened, and ten bodyguards in black rushed out, firing a volley of shots at the two mercenaries without saying a word.

That was reinforcements sent from the manor.

They received the news during the first gunfight and rushed over immediately.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the remaining two mercenaries immediately opened fire and retreated while fighting, and soon disappeared into the dense forest.

Four bodyguards came over as backup.

The leader bowed deeply in front of the shattered car window.

"Miss Nan, we will escort you back to the manor."

"Please get off the bus."

Nan Wan opened the car door and got out.

She had covered her mouth and nose with a silk scarf at some point, leaving only her cold and beautiful eyes visible.

She looked at the four bodyguards in front of her.

They were all wearing professional protective masks.

He walked straight around the rock blocking his way and headed towards the two Mercedes-Benz cars coming from the front.

Upon seeing this, the man who had been leading the group immediately stepped forward and respectfully opened the back door for her.

"Miss Nan, please."

Nan Wan walked to the car door and stopped.

Sudden.

She turned around, a flash of cold light in her hand, and a sharp dagger was already plunged into the man's abdomen.

She pulled hard without any expression on her face.

Fresh blood gushed out.

"Why……"

The man stared at her in disbelief, reaching for the gun at his waist.

Nan Wan didn't even look, she just kicked him and sent his pistol flying.

Because the man smelled of the sea, he was definitely not a bodyguard from the Nan family manor.

Furthermore, the bodyguards who arrived to provide support during the first wave of shootings had no idea that the second wave of assassins had released stun gas, so how could they have worn protective masks in advance?

Therefore, these four people are enemies.

The Southern Evening News saw through it immediately.

The other three "bodyguards" changed their expressions drastically and immediately got into a fighting stance, attacking her.

One of them shouted.

"Damn it! Let's all go! Capture Nan Wan and get a 100 million bonus!"

This is the fourth wave of people today.

Nan Wan's eyes grew even colder. With a swift movement, the dagger traced deadly arcs as she turned and engaged the group in fierce combat.

She dared not use her full strength.

She had to protect her belly.

These three men were far more skilled than ordinary bodyguards; their moves were ruthless, clearly indicating they were top-tier assassins in the martial arts world.

The silk scarf on her face was torn off during the struggle.

Nan Wan covered her mouth and nose with one hand to resist the residual gas in the air, while struggling to deal with the three people's attack with the other hand, clearly finding it difficult.

Just then, a screeching sound of brakes pierced the night sky.

A beam of bright car headlights suddenly shone over.

A tall, upright man jumped out of the car.

He glanced at the unconscious person on the ground, then quickly took out a protective mask from his pocket and put it on.

In the blink of an eye, a long whip pierced the air, carrying a sharp wind.

"Smack!"

The whip struck the two men in front of Nan Wan with precision, instantly tearing their skin and flesh.

Immediately afterwards, the man's wrist flicked, his whip technique swift and precise, striking out with great speed and accuracy, sending the three men fleeing in defeat after a few blows.

He lunged forward, and his close-quarters combat was so fast that his movements were almost invisible.

A few muffled groans and screams were heard, and the three so-called assassins had all collapsed to the ground.

Nan Wan staggered back a step, shaking her slightly dizzy head.

The dim streetlights cast a long shadow of the man's tall figure.

The long whip in his hand gleamed with a chilling light in the night.

That figure...

It's all too familiar.

Even though his face was covered, Nan Wan's heart skipped a beat when she met his eyes.

Is it Lu Qinglin?

He's not dead?

impossible.

She heard the doctor pronounce his death with her own ears.

The man strode forward, reached out to support her unsteady body, and then, without saying a word, scooped her up in his arms and ran towards his car.

"Lu Qinglin...is that you?"

She asked the question, only to find her voice was hoarse and her eyes instantly welled up with tears.

The man did not answer.

He carefully placed her in the passenger seat, then quickly got in himself and floored the accelerator.

The car sped away.

He drove several kilometers and only stopped the car slowly after confirming it was safe.

The man reached out and ripped the mask off his face.

A handsome and incredibly familiar face appeared before Nan Wan without warning.

Her pupils suddenly contracted.

She raised her hand and patted her head, thinking she was hallucinating because she had inhaled some gas.

"Lu Qinglin, is that you?"

She asked again, tears welling up in her eyes.

Lu Qinglin leaned over, stretched out his long arms, and hugged her tightly, very tightly.

He carried the scent of someone who had traveled a long way, a clean, woody aroma, and the familiar sense of security she felt.

A hoarse voice, filled with endless weariness and longing, rang in her ears.

"If I wake up, marry me."

He paused, then hugged her even tighter.

"Does that statement still stand?"

Nan Wan's defenses crumbled, followed by a surge of ecstasy.

Tears could no longer be held back, and one hot tear after another fell down.

He is still alive.

She didn't say anything, and simply kissed his lips...