Qiao Ying took two steps over, quickly squatted down, and reached out to feel the young boy's carotid artery. There was no pulsation at all.
No doctor knew better than her whether the boy was dead or alive at this moment. Qiao Ying's hand left the boy's carotid artery, but did not withdraw. Instead, she stubbornly grabbed the boy's hand, which was as thin as skin and bones.
Feel his pulse.
In the darkness, Qiao Ying did not say a word, her jawline tightened little by little, and the ferocity in her eyes was terrifying and almost substantial.
In this collapsed house, there was nothing that could be called an item that was worth the little boy bringing two precious chocolate cakes here specifically to retrieve.
With something so valuable, he should have run back to the small house his grandfather left him as soon as possible, which would have been safe.
In that small house, there was also Qiao Ying, whom he liked the most and wanted to marry. He would have given the chocolate cakes to Qiao Ying first thing.
Even if he had to die, he should have died near his home, not in the exact opposite direction here.
Even though he had grown up rummaging through garbage in the filthy slums all his life, and had witnessed Qin Hanyue kill his own wicked uncle with his own eyes, when faced with the intimidation of bad people, he must have been terribly afraid.
He was fearful in his heart, and could even foresee the consequences of tricking the bad people, but he still endured the fear all the way and led them here.
Killed with one slash.
The sharp knife slit his throat, and there were still traces of his struggle underneath him, but the chocolate cakes in his hand remained unwilling to let go.
He hadn't spent the money he had hidden, he hadn't worn the spoils he had picked up for more than a few days, and hadn't bought new shoes either.
He hadn't eaten the soup Qin Hanyue would cook tomorrow yet, hadn't delivered today's chocolate cakes to Qiao Ying's hands yet, and he didn't know Qiao Ying would take him away from here and give him a good life. He wouldn't have to pick through garbage to eat anymore. He would have endless new shoes to wear, and after eating well for a few years, he would get his wish and grow very tall and strong.
Even such a young child was not spared, Qin Hanyue once again witnessed the ruthlessness and brutality of the Shadows.
Qiao Ying didn't say anything, slowly retracted her hand, took off Qin Hanyue's coat she was wearing, and covered the young boy with it. Then she stood up and walked out with a murderous aura.
The short dagger in her sleeve slipped into her hand.
"Little Ying." Qin Hanyue followed her worriedly.
"The Shadow's people will arrive here soon. He used his own life to buy us a chance to escape." Qin Hanyue said quickly.
But she simply couldn't hear him. She suddenly quickened her pace and ran towards that small house. Her figure quickly disappeared from sight.
At this time, having received the news, the Shadows were rushing over at top speed.
A few dozen meters away from the small house, Qin Hanyue saw Qiao Ying's figure. But before he could get to Qiao Ying's side, he saw the Shadow's people, who were looking for them.
The man was holding a short dagger, still stained with the young boy's blood.
Not just one assassin, another figure soon appeared from another direction.
Two, there must be more nearby.
Qin Hanyue's expression was solemn as he looked at Qiao Ying, who was hiding behind a wall less than seven or eight meters away from him. He didn't dare act rashly.
Qiao Ying's icy gaze fell on the face of the dagger-wielding man. Under the moonlight, a bean-sized mole could be seen on the man's chin.
Qiao Ying engraved this face into her memory.
Qin Hanyue's heart was in his throat. He was afraid Qiao Ying would rush out, and at the same time he had already prepared for the worst.
But Qiao Ying didn't make a move until those two assassins left.
Qin Hanyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She was far more rational and calm than he had imagined.
More and more assassins poured in from all directions into the slums.
The two narrowly escaped the Shadow assassins over and over again, brushing past them many times, and left the slums at top speed.
In a small hotel room.
Qiao Ying sat on the bed as Qin Hanyue carefully unwrapped the gauze on her shoulder. The wound that had just healed bled a little again due to her intense movement.
In another two or three hours, it would be daylight.
At dawn, Qin Hanyue risked going out to buy some medicine and gauze from the pharmacy and brought it back to re-bandage Qiao Ying's wound.
She sat on the bed, and had not spoken the whole time.
After the wound was re-bandaged, she suddenly stood up.
Qin Hanyue: "Where are you going?"
Qiao Ying: "...To make a phone call."
Qiao Ying went downstairs and borrowed a phone from the hotel owner.
And just this morning, Night Si, having learned of the Shadow's actions, was rushing to the slums with his men. At this time, he received Qiao Ying's call.
Hearing Qiao Ying's voice, Night Si was overjoyed and wanted to cry.
He hurriedly asked, "Baby, how are you? Are your wounds a little better?"
Qiao Ying's tone was flat: "I'm fine."
She spoke very calmly, but Night Si instantly sensed that something was wrong. Before he could ask in detail,
he heard Qiao Ying continue:
"In the garbage dump at the easternmost end of the slums, there is the corpse of a young boy in a collapsed house. Help me give him a proper burial."
She added, "His name is Adrian."
Without waiting for Night Si to speak,
Qiao Ying said: "Kill the assassin you see who has a mole on his chin, Asian features, about 1.75 meters tall for me."
Finally she said, "Be careful."
Then she hung up.
Immediately after, she left the hotel with Qin Hanyue.
Night Si rushed to the collapsed house with his men, lifted the coat surrounded by flies, and saw a young boy lying face down peacefully.
The blood under him had already coagulated.
Night Si gritted his teeth, "F*cking beast!"
He had always known the Shadows were brutal, but still couldn't help wanting to curse out loud when he saw it with his own eyes.
Xu Zheng picked up the shoes at the door and brought them in.
Cheng Jin Yan took them from him, helped the young boy put them on, took off his own clean coat, wrapped up the body, and picked it up.
He could guess without thinking too hard that Qiao Ying had hid here for a few days and received help from this young boy.
That night,
Qiao Ying lay in bed, looking up into the pitch blackness.
Qin Hanyue lay beside her, not daring to disturb her.
From last night until now, she had barely spoken.
"His name is Adrian." She suddenly spoke, her voice very soft, because she had barely called the boy's name before. The boy thought she couldn't remember, so he had told her many times.
Qin Hanyue turned to look at her and softly responded, "I know, the first time I met him, he told me too."
"I shouldn't have involved him." Qin Hanyue said.
Even if Adrian had grown up rummaging through garbage in those slums all his life, living miserably, at least he could have lived.
After a period of silence in the room, Qiao Ying, who was lying flat, suddenly turned to face him. This startled Qin Hanyue and he immediately turned over, "Be careful of your wound..." He was about to get up to support her.
But she suddenly hugged his waist, burying herself in his arms.
Qin Hanyue avoided her injured shoulder, gently put his arms around her, and nuzzled the top of her head.
Feeling equally guilty, he could fully empathize with Qiao Ying's state of mind at the moment.
Knowing she didn't need empty words of comfort and psychological counseling, Qin Hanyue said to her, "When you recover, we'll find him."
Find him, and kill him.
Qiao Ying took two steps over, quickly squatted down, and reached out to feel the young boy's carotid artery. There was no pulsation at all.
No doctor knew better than her whether the boy was dead or alive at this moment. Qiao Ying's hand left the boy's carotid artery, but did not withdraw. Instead, she stubbornly grabbed the boy's hand, which was as thin as skin and bones.
Feel his pulse.
In the darkness, Qiao Ying did not say a word, her jawline tightened little by little, and the ferocity in her eyes was terrifying and almost substantial.
In this collapsed house, there was nothing that could be called an item that was worth the little boy bringing two precious chocolate cakes here specifically to retrieve.
With something so valuable, he should have run back to the small house his grandfather left him as soon as possible, which would have been safe.
In that small house, there was also Qiao Ying, whom he liked the most and wanted to marry. He would have given the chocolate cakes to Qiao Ying first thing.
Even if he had to die, he should have died near his home, not in the exact opposite direction here.
Even though he had grown up rummaging through garbage in the filthy slums all his life, and had witnessed Qin Hanyue kill his own wicked uncle with his own eyes, when faced with the intimidation of bad people, he must have been terribly afraid.
He was fearful in his heart, and could even foresee the consequences of tricking the bad people, but he still endured the fear all the way and led them here.
Killed with one slash.
The sharp knife slit his throat, and there were still traces of his struggle underneath him, but the chocolate cakes in his hand remained unwilling to let go.
He hadn't spent the money he had hidden, he hadn't worn the spoils he had picked up for more than a few days, and hadn't bought new shoes either.
He hadn't eaten the soup Qin Hanyue would cook tomorrow yet, hadn't delivered today's chocolate cakes to Qiao Ying's hands yet, and he didn't know Qiao Ying would take him away from here and give him a good life. He wouldn't have to pick through garbage to eat anymore. He would have endless new shoes to wear, and after eating well for a few years, he would get his wish and grow very tall and strong.
Even such a young child was not spared, Qin Hanyue once again witnessed the ruthlessness and brutality of the Shadows.
Qiao Ying didn't say anything, slowly retracted her hand, took off Qin Hanyue's coat she was wearing, and covered the young boy with it. Then she stood up and walked out with a murderous aura.
The short dagger in her sleeve slipped into her hand.
"Little Ying." Qin Hanyue followed her worriedly.
"The Shadow's people will arrive here soon. He used his own life to buy us a chance to escape." Qin Hanyue said quickly.
But she simply couldn't hear him. She suddenly quickened her pace and ran towards that small house. Her figure quickly disappeared from sight.
At this time, having received the news, the Shadows were rushing over at top speed.
A few dozen meters away from the small house, Qin Hanyue saw Qiao Ying's figure. But before he could get to Qiao Ying's side, he saw the Shadow's people, who were looking for them.
The man was holding a short dagger, still stained with the young boy's blood.
Not just one assassin, another figure soon appeared from another direction.
Two, there must be more nearby.
Qin Hanyue's expression was solemn as he looked at Qiao Ying, who was hiding behind a wall less than seven or eight meters away from him. He didn't dare act rashly.
Qiao Ying's icy gaze fell on the face of the dagger-wielding man. Under the moonlight, a bean-sized mole could be seen on the man's chin.
Qiao Ying engraved this face into her memory.
Qin Hanyue's heart was in his throat. He was afraid Qiao Ying would rush out, and at the same time he had already prepared for the worst.
But Qiao Ying didn't make a move until those two assassins left.
Qin Hanyue secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
She was far more rational and calm than he had imagined.
More and more assassins poured in from all directions into the slums.
The two narrowly escaped the Shadow assassins over and over again, brushing past them many times, and left the slums at top speed.
In a small hotel room.
Qiao Ying sat on the bed as Qin Hanyue carefully unwrapped the gauze on her shoulder. The wound that had just healed bled a little again due to her intense movement.
In another two or three hours, it would be daylight.
At dawn, Qin Hanyue risked going out to buy some medicine and gauze from the pharmacy and brought it back to re-bandage Qiao Ying's wound.
She sat on the bed, and had not spoken the whole time.
After the wound was re-bandaged, she suddenly stood up.
Qin Hanyue: "Where are you going?"
Qiao Ying: "...To make a phone call."
Qiao Ying went downstairs and borrowed a phone from the hotel owner.
And just this morning, Night Si, having learned of the Shadow's actions, was rushing to the slums with his men. At this time, he received Qiao Ying's call.
Hearing Qiao Ying's voice, Night Si was overjoyed and wanted to cry.
He hurriedly asked, "Baby, how are you? Are your wounds a little better?"
Qiao Ying's tone was flat: "I'm fine."
She spoke very calmly, but Night Si instantly sensed that something was wrong. Before he could ask in detail,
he heard Qiao Ying continue:
"In the garbage dump at the easternmost end of the slums, there is the corpse of a young boy in a collapsed house. Help me give him a proper burial."
She added, "His name is Adrian."
Without waiting for Night Si to speak,
Qiao Ying said: "Kill the assassin you see who has a mole on his chin, Asian features, about 1.75 meters tall for me."
Finally she said, "Be careful."
Then she hung up.
Immediately after, she left the hotel with Qin Hanyue.
Night Si rushed to the collapsed house with his men, lifted the coat surrounded by flies, and saw a young boy lying face down peacefully.
The blood under him had already coagulated.
Night Si gritted his teeth, "F*cking beast!"
He had always known the Shadows were brutal, but still couldn't help wanting to curse out loud when he saw it with his own eyes.
Xu Zheng picked up the shoes at the door and brought them in.
Cheng Jin Yan took them from him, helped the young boy put them on, took off his own clean coat, wrapped up the body, and picked it up.
He could guess without thinking too hard that Qiao Ying had hid here for a few days and received help from this young boy.
That night,
Qiao Ying lay in bed, looking up into the pitch blackness.
Qin Hanyue lay beside her, not daring to disturb her.
From last night until now, she had barely spoken.
"His name is Adrian." She suddenly spoke, her voice very soft, because she had barely called the boy's name before. The boy thought she couldn't remember, so he had told her many times.
Qin Hanyue turned to look at her and softly responded, "I know, the first time I met him, he told me too."
"I shouldn't have involved him." Qin Hanyue said.
Even if Adrian had grown up rummaging through garbage in those slums all his life, living miserably, at least he could have lived.
After a period of silence in the room, Qiao Ying, who was lying flat, suddenly turned to face him. This startled Qin Hanyue and he immediately turned over, "Be careful of your wound..." He was about to get up to support her.
But she suddenly hugged his waist, burying herself in his arms.
Qin Hanyue avoided her injured shoulder, gently put his arms around her, and nuzzled the top of her head.
Feeling equally guilty, he could fully empathize with Qiao Ying's state of mind at the moment.
Knowing she didn't need empty words of comfort and psychological counseling, Qin Hanyue said to her, "When you recover, we'll find him."
Find him, and kill him.
