When Old Qian saw who was coming, he was a little flustered, but he still had hope. He immediately held Zheng Wanqing tighter, as if he was holding on to the last straw. He pressed the dagger against her neck, with a wicked smile on his face. That smile was like a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue, cold and terrifying: "Xie Yun, I didn't expect you to come to my house. Your wife is in my hands now, don't act rashly."
Xie Yun's eyes narrowed instantly, like a falcon locking onto its prey, his gaze chilling to the bone. He tightly gripped the pistol at his waist, his knuckles turning white from the force, and his voice was as cold as the north wind in winter: "Do you think you are qualified to negotiate terms with me?"
Old Qian swallowed his saliva and pretended to be calm, but he could not hide the panic in his eyes: "Prepare a boat for me at the dock, and prepare 100,000 silver dollars, and I will naturally let her go. Otherwise, I can't guarantee that this dagger will not accidentally cut her delicate neck."
"Old Qian, where is our son?" Qiuyu looked anxious, tugging at his sleeve, her voice filled with tears.
Zheng Wanqing raised her head slightly and looked directly at Lao Qian, her eyes full of anger and determination: "You still believe him now? He is a selfish person. Your son might have been thrown away by him a long time ago. He just used your son as an excuse to trick you into working for the Japanese army so that he could leak important information."
"Old Qian, is what she said true? Where did you take Xiaoqi?" Qiuyu widened her eyes and looked at Old Qian in disbelief, tears welling up in her eyes.
"You bitch, stop ruining my life!" Old Qian was so angry that he elbowed Qiuyu and pushed her to the ground. He glared at Qiuyu and yelled at Xie Yun, "We were set up by these two. Xie Yun's munitions are not in Langfang at all. Old Fujino is eager to skin us alive. We can only leave here as soon as possible."
"What about Xiaoqi? Where is Xiaoqi? Tell me!" Qiuyu collapsed on the ground and burst into tears.
"He must have sold Xiaoqi. Qiuyu, I can help you find him." Zheng Wanqing tried to comfort Qiuyu with sincerity in her eyes.
"Really?" Qiuyu looked at Zheng Wanqing hesitantly, feeling mixed emotions.
"Bitch!" Old Qian was furious. He pressed the dagger in his hand towards Zheng Wanqing's neck viciously. The sharp blade instantly penetrated into her delicate skin, leaving a shocking red mark.
A look of determination flashed across Xie Yun's eyes, and he drew his gun without hesitation. His movements were clean and seamless, without a trace of hesitation.
With a loud "bang", the bullet hit Lao Qian's shoulder accurately. Blood splattered like a fountain, drawing shocking blood lines in the air.
Old Qian screamed in pain like a pig being slaughtered, the sound was sharp and miserable. His arm instantly loosened like a puppet with its strings cut, and the dagger in his hand fell heavily to the ground with a clang, making a crisp and desperate sound that echoed in the silent cellar.
Xie Yun's military boots rolled over his grasping wrist, accompanied by a creepy sound of bones breaking.
He grabbed Lao Qian's hair and lifted up his limp body. His fists made a whistling sound as they pounded Lao Qian's face, which was increasingly distorted by pain and fear. Lao Qian's teeth, mixed with blood foam, splattered on the brick wall.
Xie Yun was like a wild beast that was completely controlled by the wind, completely immersed in anger.
Until Zheng Wanqing called out weakly and with a trembling voice: "Xie Yun..."
His frozen hands hung in the air, his knuckles stained with sticky blood, and the person beneath his feet was no longer in human form.
"The last thing you should do is negotiate a deal with me, and you shouldn't touch her!" Xie Yun gritted his teeth and said, his voice full of anger and majesty. He waved his hand to signal the soldiers to grab the dying Lao Qian and Qiu Yu who was trembling with fear and take them away.
Zheng Wanqing had never seen Xie Yun so out of control.
Xie Yun slowly turned his head and looked at Zheng Wanqing, who was standing next to him in ragged clothes and hugging her tightly. His eyes instantly changed from being cold to extremely gentle. He quickly took off his military uniform, and the straight uniform, with his unique warmth, gently placed on Zheng Wanqing's body, wrapping her tightly.
"Where are you hurt?" He leaned forward slightly, his voice soft and warm, as if he was afraid of disturbing Zheng Wanqing.
"They are just minor injuries." Zheng Wanqing looked at him quietly, her eyes showing fatigue and relief. Her lips trembled slightly, and she forced out a weak smile.
Xie Yun slowly stretched out his warm and generous hands and gently wrapped Zheng Wanqing's face in his palms. Looking at the dirt and blood on her face, his heart seemed to be grabbed by an invisible hand, and the pain was unbearable. He gently lifted the hair that Zheng Wanqing had stuck to her cheek and put it behind her ears, and gently held her in his arms.
Zheng Wanqing rested her head on his solid chest, listening to his strong and steady heartbeat, which made her feel extremely at ease.
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