Chapter 124: Risking Life
The rain wove the old streets into a hazy web. Pei Yuezhou's motorcade rolled over the puddles. The headlights split the night sky, casting swaying shadows on the broken walls.
He sat in the back seat of the stretched Lincoln, holding an unlit cigarette between his fingertips, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the cigarette.
Those hands were extremely beautiful, with distinct joints, a cool white complexion, and even the fingernails were a faint pink, forming a striking contrast with the dark leather seats.
The rain outside the car window mixed with the remaining blood from the underground death arena drifted in, ruffling the loose hair hanging in front of his forehead.
"Sir, there is some unusual movement at the intersection ahead." Lin Zhi's voice came from the front, with a hint of caution.
Pei Yuezhou finally raised his eyes and looked at the road sign outside the window that was wet by the rain. A faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, but his tone was calm: "Tell the bodyguards to keep the distance between the cars and don't push people too close."
Finally showing up...
It really paid off for him to give away so many opportunities in vain.
As soon as he finished speaking, gunshots suddenly rang out. Bullets penetrated the rain and scraped against the car body, making a harsh sound.
The Pei family mercenaries, who had been prepared for this, emerged from the dark and surrounded the entire street like an iron cage, but they deliberately left a seemingly weak gap on the west side.
Lin Zhi was about to order an all-out counterattack, but was stopped by Pei Yuezhou's eyes in the rearview mirror: "Don't be anxious, just play with him."
The mercenaries immediately adjusted their strategy. The counterattack bullets always flew past the shoulders of Song Chu and his men, forcing them to retreat behind the broken wall, but always leaving room for breathing.
Song Chuhe was hiding in the dark. He was almost broken down by the stalemate in the battle. The voice of his orders trembled in the rainy night.
Pei Yuezhou leaned back in his chair, twirling the cigarette between his fingers. There was no panic in his eyes, only casual amusement.
He murmured in a low voice: "Song Chuhe, don't let me down..."
The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the accumulated water was overflowing the gravel. Song Chuhe's men were pressed into the water one by one, and their guns were already empty.
When the last man's wrist was handcuffed by the mercenary, Song Chuhe finally rushed out from behind the broken wall with red eyes, holding a rusty dagger in his hand, like a mad dog forced into a desperate situation.
Pei Yuezhou then pushed open the car door. Lin Zhi was already waiting outside the car with a large black umbrella. The umbrella covered him firmly, and not even a drop of rain fell on his expensive suit.
He walked out in his black leather shoes, the toes of his shoes rolling over the puddles, the splashes of water just stopping at the edge of his trouser legs.
Although he was in a messy battlefield, it felt like he was attending a top-notch dinner. Every step he took was accompanied by the oppressive feeling of a superior, which made Song Chuhe subconsciously clench his dagger.
"Mr. Song." Pei Yuezhou stood in front of him. Lin Zhi leaned forward slightly, the umbrella always following his movements. "How did you get yourself into such a mess?"
Song Chuhe looked up and met his dazzlingly bright eyes.
There was no warmth in those eyes, only a reflection of his own dirt and embarrassment.
"You knew this a long time ago... and you're deliberately playing tricks on me?"
His voice trembled with desperate anger, "Do you think you can have the last laugh? Those dirty things you have done will be exposed sooner or later!"
Pei Yuezhou chuckled when he heard this, and the arc of his lips was full of mockery: "I don't plan to keep hiding it any longer."
He raised his hand to signal, and Lin Zhi immediately put away the umbrella. The cold raindrops fell on his shoulders, but did not weaken his aura in the slightest.
He approached Song Chuhe step by step, and when he leaned over, the silver buttons on his collar shone coldly in the rain.
"But... I need Mr. Song's cooperation."
"What are you going to do?" Song Chuhe felt panic for no reason and took a half step back but was blocked by the mercenary.
Pei Yuezhou didn't answer, but took out a revolver from his waist. The metal gun body shone coldly in the rain.
His fingers were long and slender, and the way he held the gun was incredibly beautiful. He slowly pointed the gun downwards and handed it to Song Chuhe.
"There's one bullet in the magazine, and you have three chances."
Song Chuhe looked at the gun, his pupils shrinking suddenly: "What tricks are you playing?"
Giving his opponent the chance to kill him, is he crazy?!
Pei Yuezhou simply covered his hand, turned the gun around, and pointed it steadily at his chest.
Lin Zhi's face suddenly changed. Just as he was about to step forward, Assistant Xu held his wrist tightly.
"Don't ruin sir's plan." Special Assistant Xu lowered his voice, his fingertips already clenched around the phone, ready to contact the medical team at any time.
Pei Yuezhou's eyes fell on Song Chuhe's trembling hands, his thin lips slightly parted, and he uttered only two words: "Shoot."
Song Chuhe's fingers repeatedly rubbed the trigger, his eyes full of fear and struggle.
Just then, hurried footsteps were heard in the distance.
When Yu Zhi received the news, she didn't even have time to put on her coat. She just grabbed a thin shirt and followed the mercenaries.
At this moment, he was running towards this side in the puddles, without even bothering to take an umbrella. His hair was wet by the rain and stuck to his cheeks.
She saw the familiar figure from afar. Pei Yuezhou was standing in the rain, with Song Chuhe holding a gun in front of him, the muzzle of the gun pointed directly at his chest.
Yu Zhi's heart tightened instantly, and she even forgot to breathe. She just rushed forward with all her strength. She wanted to call his name, but she was afraid of disturbing their minds at this time.
"Bang--"
The gunshots exploded in the rainy night, extremely harsh, like a sledgehammer smashing the rain curtain.
Yu Zhi watched Pei Yuezhou's body sway and slowly fall backwards.
"Ayue!"
She quickened her pace like crazy, and at the moment when he was about to fall into the puddle, she rushed over to catch his falling body. Her knees hit the cold puddle heavily, making a dull sound.
The cold rain mixed with warm blood stained her palms. She lowered her head and saw that Pei Yuezhou's white shirt was stained through. The red spread in the rain, stinging her eyes.
Her voice trembled. She carefully supported his back and gently brushed his cheek with her fingertips. "How are you? Don't scare me..."
Pei Yuezhou leaned in her arms, breathing weakly, but still raised his hand to rub the corner of her eyes, his voice as light as raindrops: "Don't be afraid..."
Song Chuhe held the gun and looked at his hand with a dull look in his eyes.
He hadn't pulled the trigger.
Just as he was about to explain, Yu Zhi suddenly looked up, her eyes full of coldness and hatred.
She pulled out a butterfly knife from her boot without hesitation, turned her wrist, and the silver blade cut through the rain, accurately stabbing into Song Chuhe's chest.
Song Chuhe lowered his head in astonishment, looking at the knife stuck in his chest. When he looked up again, he only saw Yu Zhi protecting Pei Yuezhou.
His lips moved, but in the end, no word came out. He slowly fell into the water and became completely silent.
"Sir!" Lin Zhi and Special Assistant Xu stepped forward immediately. Lin Zhi quickly opened the umbrella to block the rain from falling on the two of them.
Special Assistant Xu took out his cell phone and said in a hurried but steady tone, "Where is the medical vehicle? Speed up immediately, President Pei has been shot!"
Yu Zhi hugged Pei Yuezhou tightly, patting his back gently, tears mixed with raindrops falling on his face: "Hold on, Ayue, the medical vehicle will be here soon..."
Pei Yuezhou leaned in her arms, his eyelids becoming heavier.
He risked his life to enter the game, and everything became a footnote to the game.
If he could win, he would be able to break free from the shackles of lies and would no longer have to wear a mask when facing her.
If you lose, it doesn't matter if you die.
Rather than endure Yu Zhi's disgusted look after she knew the truth, he would rather exchange his life for relief.
For himself, and for her.
But at this moment, Pei Yuezhou looked at Yu Zhi's heartbroken and embarrassed appearance, and he felt regret for the first time. He didn't know if he was wrong, and he just wanted her to stop crying.
He wanted to speak to comfort her, but he couldn't even make a sound. He could only gently grasp the corner of her clothes with his fingertips.
The force was very light, but it carried a stubborn reluctance to let go.
The ambulance's siren pierced the rain curtain, and Pei Yuezhou was rushed to the hospital.
The red light in the emergency room was blindingly bright.
Yu Zhi was standing outside the door, soaked all over. The touch of his warm blood and cold rain still remained on her fingertips, making her shiver uncontrollably.
Doctors came in and out, their white coats stained with glaring red.
A few hours later, the surgeon took off his mask and rubbed his brow tiredly: "The bullet was less than a centimeter away from the heart. Fortunately, it was slightly off target and did not hit the vital part.
But he has lost too much blood and has sustained concussion damage to his organs. His condition remains critical. It's hard to say whether he can survive the night or wake up."
Yu Zhi barely managed to stand by holding onto the wall.
"Thank you, doctor."
She walked into the intensive care unit and saw Pei Yuezhou lying on the hospital bed, his face as pale as paper, with various tubes inserted into his body. The curve on the monitor was beating weakly and slowly.
She pulled a chair over and sat beside the bed. Wearing sterile gloves, she gently held his hand that was not inserted with the needle. The hand was still cold from the operation.
For the next few days, Yu Zhi stayed by her side all the time.
She wiped the cold sweat from the back of his hand and spoke softly to him who was unconscious. Her voice became hoarse and her eyes became red.
The sky outside the ICU changed from foggy to clear, and then to dusk when the window frames were dyed red. Pei Yuezhou kept his eyes closed, as if he had fallen into a long sleep.
On the evening of the third day, Assistant Xu arrived at the door with a man in a suit and tie.
The man held a sealed envelope in his hand, his expression solemn. "Madam, I am the chief lawyer in Mr. Pei's private legal team. This is a letter he gave me a long time ago, asking me to give it to you if anything happens to him."
Yu Zhi's heart sank suddenly, and she took the envelope with trembling fingertips.
The texture of the kraft paper was rough, as if it still carried the warmth left by Pei Yuezhou.
She clenched the envelope tightly, her knuckles turning white, but she still didn't have the courage to open it.
She was afraid that this letter contained the farewell that she was most afraid to face.
Taking a deep breath, Yu Zhi suppressed the turmoil in her heart and opened the seal of the envelope with her fingertips.
The neatly folded letter slipped into his palm, with Pei Yuezhou's handwriting on it.
The regular script written with a fountain pen has a strong and powerful stroke, with his usual calmness. Every stroke seems to be engraved on the paper, but reveals an unconcealable tenderness.
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