Aside from the police officers in the Shanghai detention center, she is considered one of the biggest victims in Xiang Ziye's case.
Not to mention, this batch of goods was brought in by the Ning family overseas at great risk, using their own ports and connections to help mainland customers.
Old Master Ye called her over specifically that day, probably because Rong Zhaonan had already told him about her.
The old man knew her identity and allowed her to carry Ye Qiu's diary as a life-saving charm, not only because he felt guilty that she had been involved in the case and her life was threatened.
The Ning family has likely made significant contributions, and there will likely be more collaborations in the future.
Everyone hoped that Xiang Ziye wouldn't lay a hand on her; that would be the best outcome.
The ideal solution would be for Rong Zhaonan to have time to uncover the truth of what happened back then, and then persuade Xiang Ziye to give up revenge and turn himself in through Xiang San.
However, it is clear that things will never go in the ideal direction.
She ultimately fell into Xiang Ziye's trap and became "bait".
...
"Lure him?" Xiang Ziye's face twisted instantly.
He raised his hand and slammed the gun butt into her forehead: "Ning Yuan, do you think I won't dare to touch you?!"
"Xiang Ziye!" Rong Zhaonan suddenly grabbed Xiang San's wrist and twisted his wrist to pull the gun, which was now in his hand.
Before Xiang San could react, Rong Zhaonan grabbed him roughly and swiftly, pressing a gun against his head.
Xiang Ziye's gun butt, which he had originally intended to smash down on Ning Yuan's forehead, froze in mid-air.
He stared menacingly at Rong Zhaonan: "Rong Zhaonan, what do you want to do?!"
"I told you, try touching her again!" Rong Zhaonan's gaze was equally icy.
Xiang Ziye stared at him for a long time, then suddenly found it amusing and chuckled, "Pfft, Rong Zhaonan, have you forgotten that I'm the one who calls the shots on this bridge? Besides my gun, my men always have another gun pointed at your woman's head!"
Rong Zhaonan's gaze swept to the side, where Old Wu leaned against the iron bridge pillar, gripping his gun expressionlessly.
“Rong Zhaonan, neither of us brothers are afraid of death, and you may not be either, but your woman is afraid of death! We also have bombs on our bodies! I shouldn’t have trusted you!”
As he spoke, Xiang Ziye's smile became so bright it turned into a sinister grin. With a "click," the gun pointed at Ning Yuan's head was chambered.
Rong Zhaonan cocked the gun pointed at Xiang San's forehead with a "click," and looked at him coldly: "Since you're not afraid of death, you can't even wait this little bit? What are you afraid of?"
Xiang Ziying looked at Ning Yuan, who was also a hostage, and suddenly spoke up: "Brother, it's almost time, let's just wait."
The woman kept stalling for time, and the brothers actually remained deadlocked there for almost fifteen minutes.
Xiang Ziye frowned: "Third son..."
A cold glint flashed in He Su's eyes as she spoke in a hoarse voice, "You believe him? Ha... Once he has enough men, they'll come to rescue his woman and kill you. Don't be stupid, he's lying. He was the one who pushed your fourth daughter back then..."
"It wasn't you, eldest brother! It wasn't... eldest brother who pushed the fourth son of the Xiang family back then!"
Suddenly, He Su heard a shrill voice coming from a distance behind her.
Familiar yet strange, she was stunned for a moment, as if she thought she was hallucinating.
Not only her, but Xiang Ziye also stared blankly at the spot not far behind her.
He Su subconsciously endured the pain and turned her head to look, only to see the bridge entrance not far behind her—
A slender, thin figure, like a stick, stood there.
She rubbed her eyes, looking at the person who had just arrived in disbelief—
"Facing north?!"
The girl with two braids was as pale as paper, and her whole body was trembling slightly.
But she still stood at the bridge entrance, with Wei Heng behind her, his face ashen and covered in cold sweat.
Wei Heng looked at Ning Yuan, who was being held at gunpoint by Xiang Ziye, and couldn't help but grip the gun in his hand tightly.
Behind him, Ah Heng immediately whispered warily, "Wei Heng, calm down. They're carrying explosives. Don't act rashly!"
Wei Heng closed his eyes, barely suppressing the urge to blow Xiang Ziye's head off: "I know."
"Rong Chaobei, are you crazy! Go back now!" He Su shouted sharply, staggering as she tried to stand up.
Rong Chaobei looked at his mother, momentarily bewildered and fearful.
She had never seen her mother, who was always elegant, composed, and kind in front of outsiders, and cold, strict, and even mean-spirited in front of her, in such a disheveled state.
She had never seen such a terrifying scene of gunfights.
The air seemed to be filled with the smell of gunpowder.
She was scared...
But……
Rong Chaobei gritted his teeth and shook his head: "Mom, I'm not going back. Don't hurt people anymore because of my second brother. It's wrong. So many people have already died!"
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