Chapter 159: I Knew It

Chapter 159: Chapter 159: I Knew It

Assassins aren't frightening; what's frightening is when you never even suspected someone to be an assassin!

The middle-aged couple had been sitting not far from the group's table from the beginning, whispering quietly and eating ordinary food like the other guests. Their attire was typical of the upper-class families in Hong Kong, nothing out of the ordinary. Their appearance was so nondescript that they could easily blend into a crowd.

Yet, it was precisely these unassuming individuals who were at the deadly core of this sudden shooting!

At the critical moment, everyone held their breath. The two assassins, disguised as a couple, revealed their murderous intent and were about to shoot at Yang Chen and Li Muhua!

"Bang, bang!"

After two consecutive gunshots, chaos erupted once again. Guests fleeing the restaurant didn't even care what had happened; they just knew they had to get out of this terrifying place as quickly as possible!

Li Muhua had closed his eyes, ready to meet his end. Unlike Yang Chen, he didn't have time to run, let alone approach and deal with the two assassins.

However, after the gunshots subsided, Li Muhua was astonished to find that he hadn't suffered any injuries. Huh? Did they miss?

Opening his eyes, Li Muhua's spine chilled at the sight before him. Both assassins, who knows when, had smoke-emitting bullet holes on their foreheads, the bullets piercing through their brows.

The two assassins fell with wide-eyed fury, their guns still in their hands, ready to pull the trigger.

"Phew..."

Standing calmly amidst it all, Jian held a finely crafted Swiss-made pocket pistol that had just been fired. This pistol was only a few centimeters long but packed a powerful punch at close range.

At the critical moment just now, Jian calmly killed the two assassins, saving Li Muhua from the brink of death.

Li Muhua felt his bones weighing as heavy as lead for a moment. He slumped to the ground, feeling like he had circled back from the brink of death once again and was about to collapse.

Mo Qianni, too, was drenched in cold sweat. Seeing that Jian had "saved" Yang Chen, she felt a mix of gratitude and envy. This woman, did she even have the right to be jealous?

"Are you okay?" Yang Chen asked softly, gently stroking Mo Qianni's pale face, which had lost color due to shock.

Mo Qianni felt a sweet warmth in her heart. Even in danger, he was the first to show concern for her, not Jian. This indicated that, at least in his heart, she was not inferior to Jian.

This realization dawned on Mo Qianni. She had been worrying over nothing. If Yang Chen was the kind of man who would look down on her background, how could he repeatedly help her without expecting anything in return? Even a super beauty like Jian, who combined intelligence and beauty, probably wouldn't receive special treatment in his eyes.

She was herself, so why compare herself to others? Mo Qianni felt a surge of confidence once again and smiled brightly, saying, "With you here, I believe everything will be fine."

Yang Chen didn't understand why this woman suddenly became cheerful, but he nodded in reassurance nonetheless.

"What's going on?! Why are there people trying to kill us again?! Didn't Li Mu become... die?!" Landau, relieved that it was a false alarm, jumped up, shouting.

Maoqiu nodded, "Understood, boss. Should we send a few more assassins? That kid surnamed Yang seems to have a tough life. He just won't die no matter what we do!"

"No need," Xu Zhihong stood up, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window of tempered glass, and looked out at the steel and concrete jungle shrouded in drizzle. "Hong Kong is the Li family's stronghold. They are the local bigwigs. Hong Xing, Dongxing, the Little Knife Society, they're all their allies. We only have one chance. Any more than that would just be adding to the jokes."

Maoqiu scratched his head indifferently, "So, we're just leaving it at that?"

"Of course, we can't just leave it. It's just that some things, it's enough to do them, they don't necessarily have to succeed to count as a success."

"You're talking in riddles again," Maoqiu muttered, then walked out of the office, forgetting to close the door behind him.

Two days later, in the café of the Li family's Twilight Manor, Yang Chen and Jian sat on opposite sides of a coffee table in the corner, surrounded by the lingering aroma of Blue Mountain coffee.

"You didn't just bring me out for a cup of coffee, did you?" Yang Chen looked at Jian, who remained silent, and couldn't help but smile and ask.

Jian pursed her lips. "What, are you missing Miss Mo? Don't worry, it won't take you much time. Tomorrow, you'll return to Zhonghai, and I'll leave Hong Kong too."

"It's not what you think. Although Qianni is a woman I care about, we're not at that level yet," Yang Chen knew Jian was just making a casual joke and didn't take it seriously.

"I'm just hesitating whether to give you the gift I've been working on alone for the past two days," Jian took a deep breath, revealing a wise smile. "I've made up my mind. I'll give it to you."

With that, she took out a small, unlabelled deep yellow plastic bottle from the pocket of her jeans. The bottle was the size of a thumb, very small and delicate.

"What's this, medicine?" Yang Chen picked up the bottle, unscrewed the cap, and found inside about a dozen dark brown pills.

Jian's expression was somewhat complicated. "For the past few years, I've been researching how to control and eliminate your strange illness. Although I haven't been able to come up with a perfect solution, through ample experimentation, I've understood some basic principles. These pills are the result of my final experiment last month. I didn't name them because it's unnecessary; they exist only to serve you."

"What do they do?" Yang Chen asked softly.

"They can forcibly stabilize you when you can't control yourself. However, as you use them more, their effectiveness will decrease, and there may be negative side effects that make the next onset more severe," Jian said slowly.

In other words, this was a kind of chronic poison. It could alleviate your suffering and prevent you from going insane for a short time, but ultimately, because of it, you might completely lose your humanity!

Yang Chen fell silent, then smiled bitterly. "Are you harming me or saving me?"

"You can choose not to use it. I brought it out because I don't want to hide anything from you," Jian looked at Yang Chen with a hint of expectation.

"You know me, I can't refuse it. Of course, I hope I don't have to use it."

With that, Yang Chen put the pill bottle into his pocket.

Jian sighed, "I knew it."