Qiao Zhaoxing watched helplessly as the people they had kidnapped were given injections, had their blood drawn, and underwent tissue matching in the closet.
They were fast asleep the whole time and didn't react at all; it's unclear whether they were given anesthesia.
It was only when they got close that Qiao Zhaoxing noticed that some of the old men, though they had lost all their teeth and their faces were covered in wrinkles with loose skin hanging on their bodies, still had thick, strong, and jet-black hair.
It was like forcibly replacing withered roots with vibrant flower buds; the whole scene was extremely bizarre, and without exception, all the old men had undergone some kind of surgery.
A wave of intense nausea surged in his chest, and Qiao Zhaoxing forcibly suppressed the physiological reaction to vomit.
Just then, a person rushed into the room shouting, "It's terrible, Mr. Mu! Miss Mu is missing! We've searched everywhere, but we can't find her!"
Old Master Mu on the bed was panting heavily, his gaze fixed on the wardrobe, his eyes meeting Qiao Zhaoxing's through the wooden board.
Unfortunately, Mu Jingchi did not understand his meaning and sent all his men out.
When only the father and son were left in the ward, Qiao Zhaoxing mustered all his strength, picked up Mu Suye, and ran out in a flash.
Mu Jingchi realized what was happening and led his men in pursuit, but unfortunately, they emptied a magazine and not a single bullet hit Qiao Zhaoxing.
Qiao Zhaoxing successfully brought Mu Suye back into the public eye.
"abandoned!"
"abandoned!"
"Fold..." After receiving several bad cards in a row, Mu Xiaogui became increasingly irritable. "It's your turn."
Qiao Zhaoxing glanced at his cards and pushed all his chips out, "All in."
At this moment, the five community cards are an Ace, two Kings, and two 10s.
Mu Xiaogui also flipped up his cards and glanced at them, then pushed all his chips out with a wicked smile, slowly revealing his hole cards, "A Q and a J straight, I win."
Mu Xiaogui leaned back in her chair, tossed the pistol across the table, and gestured with her chin to Zhao Yuncheng, "You go first."
Qiao Zhaoxing calmly drew out the Ace of Hearts, King of Hearts, and Ten of Hearts, and then placed his hole cards, which were also Queen and Jack, but both were hearts.
"Royal Flush, I won."
Qiao Zhaoxing threw the gun back, "I'm afraid you'll have to go first."
"How is this possible?"
In Texas Hold'em, excluding ace hands, the highest hand is the Royal Flush. Unless someone is cheating, how could a straight and a Royal Flush appear at the same time?
Even after Mu Xiaogui examined all the playing cards, she could only conclude that Qiao Zhaoxing hadn't cheated; it was pure luck.
Qiao Xia looked at the mountain of bets on the card table, neatly wrapped it tightly in a tablecloth, and handed it to Zhao Yuncheng. "Here you go, this is your reward."
Zhao Yuncheng's lips twitched slightly, but his hands honestly gripped the tablecloth tightly.
Qiao Xia crossed her arms and looked down at Mu Xiaogui, saying condescendingly, "If Seventh Young Master Mu doesn't dare, then let's forget about this bet."
Qiao Xia's provocation tactic was simple, but very effective.
Given Mu Xiaogui's proud nature, she would never admit that she couldn't accept defeat in front of everyone.
Indeed, he was terribly insane. He glared fiercely at Qiao Xia, held a gun to his throat, and the onlookers covered their eyes in fear.
Mu Xiaogui pulled the ring, but nothing happened.
His laughter grew even more maniacal, and he provocatively tossed the gun to Qiao Xia, "Your turn."
With the aura surrounding her, Qiao Xia wasn't worried at all. She pressed the gun to her forehead and pulled the trigger, "I'll give you two more shots."
After saying that, Qiao Xia placed her hand on Zhao Yuncheng's chest and fired a shot, while Qiao Zhaoxing excitedly shot himself in the forehead.
The revolver has five single-holes, and four shots have already been fired, meaning that Mu Xiaogui will definitely die with the last shot.
Qiao Xia hung the gun on her index finger, waiting for Mu Xiaogui to take it herself, "It's your turn."
Mu Xiaogui gritted his teeth, staring intently at Qiao Xia, but remained seated in his chair for a long time without getting up.
After an unknown amount of time, Qiao Xiaju's arms were aching, and the roar of a helicopter came from the deck.
Qiao Xia scoffed and pulled the trigger without hesitation, "Coward."
"Ah—" Everyone was so frightened by this sudden turn of events that they crouched down with their heads in their hands. They hadn't expected Qiao Xia to actually dare to fire a shot.
As Zhao Yuncheng retrieved his sidearm from the table and loaded it, he quickly caught up with Qiao Xia, asking, "Who told you to fire?"
"Isn't this just to intimidate them? Don't worry, I'm good at it, nothing will happen." Qiao Xia skillfully loaded bullets into her gun while quickly following the police down to the cabin.
Knowing he couldn't be of much help, Qiao Zhaoxing quickly carried Mu Suye and retreated with the main group.
Mu Xiaogui covered her ear, which had been grazed by a bullet, and stared at the disappearing figure with eyes filled with frenzied hatred.
Police officers entered the cruise ship one after another, but Mu Xiaogui acted as if he didn't see them. He snatched the gun from the mercenary and fired a series of shots at Qiao Xia's back.
"Hands on your head! Crouch down!" Even as the police pinned him to the ground, his eyes remained fixed on Qiao Xia's back.
Qiao Xia rubbed her ears, which had been shaken, and carefully followed the police to the underground cabin.
With police present, the layers of security deployed outside the ward were, unsurprisingly, completely suppressed and rendered ineffective.
When Qiao Xia pushed open the operating room door, all the kidnapped people had already had a large amount of blood drained from them, and one of them had been disemboweled.
"Ugh—" Qiao Xia couldn't help but lean against the wall and dry heave.
Zhao Yuncheng blocked her view, "You should go back first, we don't need you here."
Qiao Xia shook her head. "No, I have to take Tang Ling back myself."
She forcibly looked away and came to Tang Ling's side.
The accompanying military doctor reassured her, "Don't worry, she was anesthetized, and the blood drawn was within the limits her body can handle. She'll be fine after a couple of days of rest."
"Thank you, doctor." Qiao Xia thanked her politely, then patted Tang Ling's cheek. "Wake up, it's time to go home."
Tang Ling didn't wake up, but the way her head swayed made Qiao Xia realize something was wrong. "What is that? A bomb?"
These words immediately attracted everyone's attention.
"Calling Flying Tigers, calling Flying Tigers, a bomb has been found on the third deck below the ship."
They then discovered that bombs had been planted in all the passageways of the ship's cabin, and Tang Ling, the unlucky fellow, received the same treatment as the old men in the hospital ward, with a bomb planted under his head.
"That's really inhuman." Qiao Xia rolled her eyes.
[System, how much time do I have left in my aura?]
[Twenty minutes.]
Qiao Xia took a deep breath and placed her left hand under Tang Ling's head, behind the head.
"What are you doing?" Zhao Yuncheng roared, caught off guard.
Smelling the gunpowder nearby, Qiao Xia's heart pounded faster than ever before. "Stop talking nonsense, get her out of here first."
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