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Chen Jin entered and directly lifted him from the ground, dragging him to the rooftop. No matter how much he cried and begged for mercy, the indifference in their eyes made his heart lose hope inch by inch.
Qin Xian looked at him calmly, without a trace of extra emotion in his dark eyes, and said coldly, "I'll ask you one last time, Xu Zhouyan, where is he?"
Jiang Youcheng shook his head vigorously the entire time, saying, "I really don't know, Qin Shao, I truly don't know. Please let me go; I really don't know where he is."
Qin Xian's brow furrowed almost imperceptibly as his dark gaze swept over him, the pressure emanating from him making it hard for Jiang Youcheng to even breathe.
Just when Jiang Youcheng thought he was about to do something, Qin Xian let out a cold laugh, then stood up and glanced at Chen Jin, who was standing by ready. Their mutual understanding built over more than a decade meant that as his subordinate, Chen Jin only needed a glance to understand his orders.
Under Jiang Youcheng's fearful gaze, Chen Jin pulled a gun from the pocket of his black coat and handed it to Qin Xian with the barrel facing himself.
Qin Xian took the cold gun with his long fingers, skillfully chambered a round, and deftly turned it to aim directly at the trembling Jiang Youcheng tied up there.
His movements were too quick; Jiang Youcheng was caught off guard. It wasn't until he saw Qin Xian's thumb on the trigger that he panicked and desperately pleaded, "I'll tell you everything, Qin Shao! I'll say anything..."
"Shh..." Qin Xian placed a slender finger gently on his lips, his deep black eyes holding a meaningful smile at the corners.
Jiang Youcheng immediately fell silent, not daring to utter another word.
Qin Xian asked him back, "You'll say everything?"
Jiang Youcheng nodded vigorously; he knew this might be his last chance. If he didn't speak now, he might be shot by the person in front of him.
But in the next moment, the person before him spoke lightly with an arrogant tone. The concise and cold echo resonated in the snowy winter air: "Unfortunately, I don't want to hear it at all right now."
With a dull gunshot, Jiang Youcheng's eyes widened in shock. A spot of red appeared between his brows, particularly striking against the white snow-covered world as he gradually slumped down, life slipping away inch by inch.
Throughout it all, Qin Xian never blinked or showed any sign of emotion on his face.
Routine, Ruthless and Unyielding, that gray and cold aura melted into the snow, and also into the blood.
He could feel his blood gradually turning cold, a violent emotion surging within him, wanting to kill, wanting to drag out the person who had escaped two months ago, to tear him apart, to destroy him, to make him suffer endlessly in this life, worse than death.
He stood on the rooftop, facing the howling cold wind that recklessly slapped against his cheeks, stinging his skin. Yet he remained unmoved, his tall and upright figure standing still, exuding a chilling and frosty demeanor. He wore only a gray turtleneck sweater and a black long coat, the sweater being something Young Mistress had persuaded him to wear that morning.
He lowered his gaze, watching the snowflakes fall upon the blood below, and suddenly smiled, a sickly smile.
It seemed that an unknown bloodthirstiness was awakening within him as he picked up the gun and suddenly fired several shots at the already cold corpse, blood gushing forth.
He felt that this snowfall was truly beautiful.
His finely chiseled jaw slightly lowered as if he were leisurely admiring the scene he had created. Yet in the silence, an extremely strong sense of oppression swept over everyone present, making it hard for them to breathe.
Even Chen Jin, who had accompanied him and followed him for over ten years, dared not utter a word at this moment, nor did he dare to make any unnecessary movements, let alone anyone else.
This was his habit; after killing someone, every cell in his body felt alive, filled with a strong Blood Stench, creating a sensation that was both enjoyable and suffocating.
It was a kind of madness.
No one dared to disturb him; no one dared to inquire.
They only wished to hide far away, fearing that in the next second they too would be buried in blood.
They understood each other tacitly, their hearts in silent agreement.
But unfortunately, someone was reckless; at this moment, a phone rang unexpectedly—once, twice, three times—coming from Qin Xian's black coat.
Qin Xian unconsciously furrowed his brow as his wild and unruly aura became even more pronounced, deepening the sense of dark coldness around him.
Chen Jin suddenly became serious, holding his breath as he thought Qin Xian was about to explode in anger.
However, when he saw the familiar calm face on the phone, all the tension in the air dissipated in an instant, so quickly that it caught Chen Jin off guard.
In a moment of confusion, his cold black eyes shifted, and Chen Jin suddenly received an order. He immediately waved his hand silently. The men in black moved swiftly, and within a minute, they had cleaned up the scene thoroughly. If it weren't for the lingering smell of Blood Stench in the air, one might have doubted that the previous scene had ever occurred.
Everyone quickly retreated, leaving only Chen Jin standing at the rooftop door, keeping watch from a distance.
Qin Xian finally answered the phone, his voice still carrying an unyielding coldness. "Hello?"
Shu Ran seemed to sense something; her delicate brows furrowed slightly in confusion, but she didn't ask any questions. Instead, she spoke softly with concern, "Are you still busy?"
Hearing her cautious tone, Qin Xian realized that his earlier demeanor had been too cold. He quickly softened his tone in response. "Just finished."
He glanced at the time; it was already eight o'clock in the evening. Remembering that her kindergarten event was scheduled for four hours, he figured she must have called him right after it ended.
His cold heart inexplicably warmed. He took the initiative to ask, "Are you tired? Have you eaten?"
"I'm okay, not very tired. I feel fulfilled with some things to do," she replied with a smile in her voice, sounding genuinely happy. "I haven't eaten yet. Principal Ji said everyone has worked hard all day, so tonight he's treating us to beef hot pot."
She spoke animatedly, her voice filled with uncontainable joy; it was clear she was truly happy.
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