A second chance with my billionaire husband-Chapter 1704 - 370: Eighteen’s Ferocity—Truly Terrifying (Twentieth Update)
Survive... survive... This was his most intense desire at the moment, controlling him, leaving him no time to think about anything else.
Maqi looked at Dylan who was pointing a gun at him, incredulously saying, "What are you doing?"
This was the person he trusted the most, yet he never expected there’d be a day he’d have a gun pointed at him.
"Sorry."
"Bang" - the world went silent.
Dylan closed his eyes and slumped to the ground.
Yun Miao smiled and walked up to him, gently patting his shoulder: "From now on, you’re the boss of the Marion Pirates. As a leader, never trust anyone, including yourself."
Dylan looked at the young man before him, and suddenly felt how terrifying he was...
Yun Miao smirked lightly and stood up to leave.
Never trust anyone, including yourself; that’s the only thing he could tell himself. 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝚠𝚎𝚋𝗻𝗼𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝚘𝐦
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Ten days later.
The weather was getting warmer, shedding the heavy coat for a light dress made one feel much lighter.
The sky was cloudless, it was an excellent day.
There was a very important meeting today that Qiao Bowen needed to attend, concerning the future of Yan Nanmo, and the car had arrived early to pick him up.
Qiao Yi first helped Qiao Bowen into the car, then folded the wheelchair and placed it in the trunk, before opening the door to sit in the passenger seat.
Yun Ya accompanied him, as she was worried about Qiao Bowen’s health and insisted on going along, and Qiao Bowen couldn’t refuse.
Today, the entire Capital City was on lockdown, with no private cars in sight, the roads were bare, and there were hardly any people around.
The car drove unimpeded to the destination, where a group of suits-wearing leaders lined up like welcoming an emperor, greeting Qiao Bowen’s arrival.
"Old Qiao, you’re here."
"Old Qiao, long time no see, you still look so spirited..."
Upon seeing the young woman following Old Qiao out of the car, several of them looked puzzled; why would there be a woman in such a formal setting today?
"Old Qiao, who is this?"
Qiao Bowen had no intention of introducing her, ignoring the question, he patted Yun Ya’s hand gently, saying warmly: "I’ll have someone take you to rest, it won’t take long."
Yun Ya nodded obediently: "Okay."
As a few people escorted Old Qiao inside, two people lagged behind whispering to each other: "Isn’t that the fiancée of Yan Nanmo’s eldest son? What’s she doing with Old Qiao?"
"Is there even a need to explain? Old Qiao must be supporting Yan Nanmo, with Old Qiao’s backing, Yan Nanmo is certain to win this time."
"Indeed, now that Dongfang Jian has fallen, even without Old Qiao’s support, he is the biggest winner."
They shook their heads while speaking and hurriedly followed after.
A smartly dressed woman approached them, "Miss Ji, Old Qiao instructed me to take you to rest, please follow me."
"Thank you." Yun Ya said gracefully.
The woman smiled and shook her head: "No need to be so polite, Miss Ji." She then turned to lead the way.
Eighteen followed by Yun Ya’s side, his gaze seemed playful, but was actually carefully watching the surroundings with alertness.
He led Yun Ya to a lounge and brought her tea saying, "I’ll be just outside, call me if you need anything, Miss Ji."
Yun Ya nodded, and the woman quickly walked out.
Eighteen walked to the window, glanced outside, squinting slightly.
Yun Ya sensed the undercurrent beneath the calm surface, her grip on the cup tightened, it seemed something was bound to happen today.
Eighteen turned back, handed a handgun to Yun Ya: "Miss, take it for self-defense."
Yun Ya furrowed her brows slightly and gave her a look.
"There might be some trouble today, but no matter what, Eighteen will ensure Miss’ safety." Eighteen said firmly.
Yun Ya put the handgun in her bag.
It wasn’t long before a gunshot suddenly rang out outside, Yun Ya’s eyelashes fluttered, Eighteen swiftly moved to Yun Ya’s side, pulled out a handgun from his back, aiming towards the door.
"When I say go, Miss, you follow me."
Yun Ya said calmly and composedly: "Got it."
Eighteen glanced at Yun Ya, smirking: "Your calmness is beyond my expectations."
"There’s more you wouldn’t expect." As the words fell, Yun Ya pulled out the gun from her bag, aimed at the door, as the door just opened a crack, a bullet pierced through the wooden door, hitting someone right in the forehead, who collapsed with a loud thud.
Wearing camo clothes, with a black hood, only showing mouth and eyes, clearly a terrorist.
Yun Ya blew on the gun muzzle and raised an eyebrow at Eighteen, who was astonished, giving her a thumbs up: "Miss, you truly are impressive."
