Chapter 13 has a different gameplay, right?
Jiang Qiran nudged him with his elbow: "Let's go to the lounge to find him."
Xie Xingchen crossed his legs, and the dim lighting made it impossible to see his expression.
"Wait two minutes."
"The performance is over, that's the only one for the day." Jiang Qiran paused, then lowered his voice, "But just now, I felt something fly by. Was someone helping him?"
It's a silenced bullet.
There are no rules at Langzhuang, and people outside can do whatever they want to interfere with betting, but since a gun was used, Xie Xingchen needs to find a reason to go back and explain to his father.
The old man is too shrewd. He's not afraid of being scolded, but he's worried that if he notices that Lin Yao's physical condition is not right, he might mistakenly think that Lin Yao is trying to seduce his Omega and take some action to forcibly transfer him away, which would be troublesome.
Xie Xingchen spoke slowly, "Jiang Qiran, could you do me a favor?"
Jiang Qiran raised an eyebrow slightly: "Hmm?"
"Don't you like Lin Yao?"
Who is Lin Yao?
Xie Xingchen: "......."
They keep saying they've got their eye on someone, but they don't even remember the boxer's name.
"That guy on stage just now," Xie Xingchen paused, "when you come home with me another day, tell my dad that you begged me to use the gun because you like Lin Yao and couldn't bear to see him get hurt, okay?"
Jiang Qiran raised an eyebrow.
She stared at him in astonishment for several seconds, then looked at the arena in disbelief. After pacing back and forth for several seconds, she finally spoke: "You're going to use a gun in Langzhuang for some random passerby? You're insane."
Gun ownership is permitted within the Alliance territory, but Langzhuang is home to many high-ranking officials and their relatives. If the Alliance leader's relatives were to use firearms here, it would be tantamount to assassinating a high-ranking official. Given the complex relationships involved, if someone were accidentally injured, it would truly cause chaos.
Xie Xingchen smiled, his eyes and brows displaying the carefree, playful air of a spoiled young master: "On a whim, I've also taken a liking to him."
Jiang Qiran muttered under his breath, "Madman."
Xie Xingchen thought, what a coincidence, just ten minutes ago, he also gave Lin Yao the same evaluation.
Two lunatics, they're a perfect match.
Xie Xingchen analyzed for him: "This way, even if the old man forces a marriage, he'll know we're only together in name, and we can each do our own thing. Isn't that what you want?"
“Okay.” Jiang Qiran dropped his previous insincerity and looked pleased to see an ally. “I’ll help you with this.”
Xie Xingchen tucked the gun into his waistband, the hem of his coat hanging down to cover it, stood up, and walked straight towards the lounge.
At this moment, Lin Yao was slumped in the sofa, breathing heavily, with his eyes closed.
I just came back from the brink of death, a near-death experience, my heart is pounding with fear.
He didn't even know if it was because of his final, all-out attack, or because of the silenced bullet that grazed his calf.
Did Xie Xingchen lay a hand on him?
impossible.
He had no motive to stand up for himself.
It's more likely that the people from Langzhuang were involved. They had long heard that they manipulated betting results to make money, and probably didn't want to cause any real death, so it's not surprising.
The iron chain around his neck was still stained with blood. He irritably unfastened the clasp and threw it aside, making a few clanging sounds.
Before he could even change his clothes, the door was pushed open. He struggled to lift his eyelids and saw the face that had just flashed through his mind suddenly appear in front of him.
"You... cough cough cough..." Lin Yao coughed violently.
Xie Xingchen, unusually, remained silent, simply watching him without uttering a word.
If I don't come tonight.
If he hadn't come, Lin Yao might still have won in the end. He was a hero who could have made it to the end on his own, but he would have suffered more injuries, bled more, and even risked his life.
That would be even more heartbreaking.
It will also make people angrier, angry that he treats his life like a joke.
"You were following me?" Lin Yao looked up, meeting his gaze, but couldn't discern the emotions in his eyes.
"Just a coincidence," Xie Xingchen said, downplaying the issue.
Lin Yao nodded slightly: "That's right, it's like a place you should be."
The upper class, who spend money like water, live a life of extravagance and debauchery, and find pleasure in watching the struggles of the poor, fit the stereotype of spoiled brats.
Xie Xingchen didn't argue, but stared straight at his wound, which was quite long.
"Looking at him up close, he really is handsome." Jiang Qiran closed the door and emerged from behind his tall figure with a look of amusement. "Hello, my name is Jiang Qiran, Xie Xingchen's arranged marriage partner."
Lin Yao then noticed that there were other people behind him, but he only slightly raised his chin and said, "Sorry, I'm injured and can't entertain you."
"He's really cool, no wonder he's the man I've got my eye on." Jiang Qiran nudged the person next to him with his elbow. "Aren't you going to say something?"
Xie Xingchen glanced at him sideways and said, "I think you can leave now."
Jiang Qiran raised an eyebrow slightly: "But I want to spend two more minutes with the handsome guy I've got my eye on, what should I do?"
Xie Xingchen was too lazy to play this boring game with him. He lowered his head slightly and said in a low voice, "At first, I wasn't quite sure what your purpose was, but that phone call just now made me realize that you actually like my brother, right? And your marriage alliance with me is just to provoke him, isn't it?"
Before entering, Xie Yunhuai called, simply asking about the purpose of the gun. Uncle Cheng was his confidant, so he couldn't hide it from him.
Before Xie Xingchen could speak, Jiang Qiran snatched the phone away, and his statement was the same as the previous collusion, but his tone was clearly provocative and defiant.
Xie Xingchen understood instantly.
Jiang Qiran turned her face away: "Nonsense, I'm not that bored."
"I'm good at judging people," Xie Xingchen smiled slightly. "Don't worry, if you help me, I'll help you too, sister-in-law."
Jiang Qiran straightened his back and stopped moving.
Lin Yao found their intimate behavior really annoying: "If you want to flirt, you can go to the next room and book a room. It's five thousand a night. You should be able to afford it."
"Jealous?" Xie Xingchen stood up straight, his smile as bright and clear as a gentle breeze and a bright moon, which was quite irritating.
"Jealous my ass." Lin Yao gritted his teeth, and with a little force, some blood seeped out of his arm, making him wince in pain.
Jiang Qiran turned around, her expression blank: "Then you bandage him up, I'm leaving."
Xie Xingchen changed his form of address without thinking and said in a low voice, "Thank you, sister-in-law."
Jiang Qiran wanted to curse him, but couldn't bring himself to do it, so he simply slammed the door and left, leaving the two of them standing and sitting, the atmosphere tense.
Xie Xingchen picked up the first-aid kit next to him, opened it expressionlessly, and knelt down beside him, causing the sofa to sink slightly.
His arm was held, and the cold disinfectant was applied to it, stinging. Lin Yao couldn't stand being so close and struggled slightly.
"Don't move." Xie Xingchen finally revealed a little of his true emotions. "Are you willing to risk your life for money?"
Lin Yao frowned and said in a low voice, "It's none of your business."
"Don't worry about me." Xie Xingchen repeated each word slowly and deliberately, but his hands moved deftly as he wrapped the gauze around his neck, tied a knot slowly, and then loosened it.
Xie Xingchen wasn't angry when he was watching his performance, but now he was genuinely getting a little angry.
Disobedient, needs to be educated.
Just a second ago, Lin Yao felt the distance between them widen, allowing him to breathe fresh air. The next second, he felt his neck being gripped, fingers intertwined, slowly tightening.
Xie Xingchen pulled him in front of him.
Lin Yao's breathing became heavy: "What's wrong with you now?"
From the moment Xie Xingchen appeared in this room, he couldn't understand what was happening.
Xie Xingchen tightened his fingers, pinching him slightly, forcing him to look up and meet his gaze: "Lin Yao, what do you mean by 'don't worry about me'? Your life is mine now."
Lin Yao struggled to breathe, managing to squeeze out a voice: "What?"
Xie Xingchen placed the tiger's mouth of his left hand against his chin, and with his right hand grasped his cold palm, slowly interlocking their fingers.
Then hold it, guide it, and stroke it down from your chest.
Lin Yao tensed his jaw and kicked him, saying, "What's wrong with you now?"
It hurt quite a bit, but Xie Xingchen didn't flinch. He just kept breathing heavily as Xie Xingchen pressed down hard on his palm, controlling the movement downwards, from his chest muscles to his abdominal muscles, and then down to his waist.
"Did you touch it?" Xie Xingchen asked slowly.
Lin Yao's finger poked into something very hard, and his whole body froze.
He was led on his exploration by that hand, which was slightly calloused from the gun.
We ran into each other.
The Falcon 47, his favorite firearm model, was currently tucked into Xie Xingchen's waistband; he had only ever seen it in military documents.
"It was you who did it just now." Lin Yao said incredulously.
It was Xie Xingchen who fired the shot, helping him quickly end the life-or-death battle.
Xie Xingchen half-supported himself, covering him, backlit and shrouded in dim shadow: "So, I said your life is mine, is there a problem?"
The sense of oppression was extremely intense.
Lin Yao's breathing was heavy. He stared at him for several seconds, trying to see what secrets were hidden in those dark eyes.
There's no need for that. Why?
He suddenly laughed, no longer wanting to play guessing games, and bluntly stated: "What, now that you know I've differentiated into an Omega, you're changing the game, huh?"
Xie Xingchen was stunned for a moment.
It really is an Omega, I wasn't wrong.
The sudden confession left both of them a bit flustered.
Lin Yao pressed, "Speak."
Xie Xingchen looked at his tense body and narrowed his eyes: "What are you thinking about now?"
Lin Yao's eyes were bloodshot, like a wounded prey captured and imprisoned, yet he still held a stubbornness: "You saved me, so you want me to pay the price, or rather, to repay your kindness, to obey you."
Xie Xingchen's voice was hoarse: "Yes, I want you to be well—"
"I knew it."
Lin Yao interrupted him, slightly raising his chin, their noses bumping into each other, bringing them to the closest possible distance.
Their breaths, deep and shallow, were intertwined with an allure; getting any closer meant they could kiss.
He seemed to be trying to please, yet his expression remained arrogant, and his tone was extremely mocking.
"Young Master, what kind of game do you want to play this time?"
“…”
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