Enchanting His Heart: His Little Fox-Chapter 159: Pointing Your Gun at Her Is Demanding My Life
Suit pants, leather shoes, shirt.
With a fierce and sharp aura, coming at him.
He wanted to fight back.
The man saw Chen Jiu holding a gun at the entrance and heard him sharply say: "Shoot!"
"Bang!" The bullet hit his knee, precisely.
Swift and clean.
Tang Si released the rope and landed on the ground.
Looking down at the person in front of him, he was lying on the ground trying to get up,
Tang Si’s brows were wild and aggressive, his eyes full of ruthlessness, he lowered his gaze and slowly wrapped the tie around his hand, his movements were slow but forceful.
Then his thin lips slowly licked his lips, fierce and wild.
Bending down, directly pulling the person on the ground up.
Without a word, he swung a punch at his face.
Without any restraint, the person was hit and fell directly to the ground, Tang Si picked him up and punched him again and again.
After a while, Tang Si shook his hand.
His hair damp with sweat, a bit messy, the hair in front of his eyes, the shirt already dirty, loosely worn, with rolled-up sleeves also loose.
A corner of the shirt had already come out from the pants, the other corner was loosely tucked in, as if in the next second, it would also come out.
From head to toe, wild desire surged, with a mix of fierceness and sinister aura.
A combined temperament, wildly boundless, coldly bottomless, like an abyssal black sea.
Tang Si grabbed the person’s collar, the person had been beaten into a daze, looking at Tang Si’s face in a stupor.
With cold eyes staring at him: "You point the gun at her, you want my life."
"You want my life..." Tang Si’s tongue licked his molars, fiercely hitting another punch, the person knocked down again.
He pulled the person up, another punch: "Even ten lives wouldn’t be enough for you to survive!"
Tang Si looked down at the person beaten to near death.
Another relentless kick: "If it weren’t for this identity, you see if you’d be able to leave this building alive today."
...
Around 00:30 at night.
The club scene was slowly being evacuated, everyone brought back to the team.
The bomb was defused without danger, and those kids were taken for questioning and investigation.
The storm came suddenly, thunder roared, accompanied by lightning.
The rain poured relentlessly, creating large and small puddles on the ground.
The temperature dropped drastically cold.
Returning to the team, Tang Si reported to his superior: "We must guard every exit in Ning City; the fake Jiang Yan is surely trying to delay and divert the police’s attention."
"The real Jiang Yan is likely either transporting goods, or receiving them."
After the urgent report, awaiting him were numerous reports, meetings, summaries, and the next investigation plan regarding tonight’s event.
...
Song Yi was taken to the hospital, she stared at the heavy rain outside, eyes dark, her face didn’t look good.
Her ear was bandaged.
Luckily, the bullet only grazed, any closer and she would have lost her ear.
Father Song and Mother Song showed concern and comfort, Song Yi just said she wanted to rest quietly.
Finally, using this reason, she managed to send her parents and Li Wen away.
Mother Song was still worried, wondering if her daughter was traumatized, Father Song told Li Wen to take good care of Song Yi’s emotions.
Mother Song already fragile and sickly, almost fainted knowing Song Yi was hurt. Father Song had to make her go home to rest, or she’d collapse too.
Song Yi was sleepless all night, her mind full of Tang Si, how was he, was he hurt, what was really going on? Was it solved?
So many questions, so many worries.
She held her phone, turning the screen off and on repeatedly all night, but... no news.
Looking out the window, the rain falling endlessly, raining all night long, dark and damp, tightly surrounding her.
Time swiftly reached around 9:00 in the morning, the sky still dark, rain still pouring, and still no word from Tang Si.
She bit her lip, unable to stand it, lifted the covers to get out of bed, prepared to leave.
"Ring ring ring—" At this moment, the phone in her hand suddenly rang.
