Chapter 207 - Chapter 207: Chapter 207: The King's Return (4)

Chapter 207: Chapter 207: The King’s Return (4)

Just as the old man had said.

Yin Hong was not here for that twenty million at all.

After they moved the money, they showed no signs of leaving.

“Xiao Zheng,” Yin Hong walked upstairs, with a hint of a smile, “Uncle really likes this estate. How about letting Uncle take care of Xiao Zheng from now on? Consider it doing something for old Mr. Sheng.”

“Yin Hong!” the old man bellowed, “Has Mr. Sheng wronged you in any way that now, in his time of need, you kick him while he’s down?”

“You old fool, shut up!” scolded someone by Yin Hong’s side, “Is it your turn to speak?”

Chuzheng stopped the old man and stepped forward.

Under Yin Hong’s sinister smile, she raised her hand…

Yin Hong wasn’t on his guard because he saw nothing in Chuzheng’s hands.

But when his body flew out, crashing down from the upper floor to the lower, his face revealed shock.

One of Yin Hong’s men drew a gun and aimed at Chuzheng, firing a shot.

Bang—

“Miss!”

The old man hadn’t realised how Yin Hong had fallen.

But when the gun was pointed at Chuzheng, he cried out in alarm.

Chuzheng, weakened, couldn’t dodge and could only use the Yin Xian to wrap around the bullet, slinging it back.

The bullet penetrated the chest of the man who fired, and his tall body rolled down the stairs.

“Fire!” someone shouted.

The estate erupted with continuous gunfire.

–

Chuzheng walked down from the ravaged upper floor.

Below lay people, some bleeding motionless, others crying out in pain.

Those who were conscious watched in terror as the girl descended the stairs.

With so many of them, she was unscathed.

What kind of devil was she?

The girl walked carelessly, her face devoid of any expression. To her, such scenes seemed all too familiar.

She walked up to Yin Hong and stepped on him.

Bending over slightly, her elbow propped on her knee, she looked coldly into his eyes and asked each word distinctly, “Still want to take care of me?”

You bastard still wish to take care of me!

Yin Hong, who had been shot in the melee, was now pale-faced, sweating profusely with a hint of terror in his eyes.

Sheng Min’s daughter was no “Canary”.

She was clearly a Demon Head!

That bastard Sheng Min had deceived everyone!

Bang—

The door was kicked open.

A group of people entered in file, and upon seeing the scene, they too were stunned, standing at the door, not daring to enter further.

Chuzheng glanced over with a slight turn of her head.

The man walked into the crowd against the light.

Chuzheng lowered her hand and stood up straight.

Yin Hong sighed in relief just to be kicked again.

The man, hands in pockets, stood at the doorway, frowning at the girl who was casually kicking Yin Hong until his eyes rolled back amidst the chaos.

Chuzheng had intended to knock Yin Hong unconscious with that kick.

But the strength of her body wasn’t enough, and it only caused Yin Hong’s eyes to roll back.

It would seem embarrassing to kick again now.

She couldn’t follow through.

“Zhenzhen,” the man’s voice was low and mellow, like aged fine wine, intoxicating indeed.

Chuzheng stepped over the blood and took two steps forward, “Are you here to arrest me?”

“Did you kill these people?” the man surveyed the ground.

“No.” Where did I kill them? Aren’t they still alive? Nonsense!

Yin Hong almost fainted with rage.

Denying it just like that, right in front of him, the victim—how was that appropriate, appropriate!

The man didn’t believe it either because, in his eyes, Sheng Chuzheng was a fragile young girl who would mourn for days at the death of a little dog.

How could she kill someone?

But what was the deal with these people?

“Zhenzhen, be a good girl, come back with me.”

Sheng Ting’s voice was deep, with a coaxing tone.

If one didn’t know the things he had done, he would undoubtedly seem like a man so perfect as to be captivating.

“Go back with you and be locked up again?”

Sorry!

I’ve only ever locked up others!

There’s not a single bastard daring enough to lock me up!

He could lock up Sheng Chuzheng, she didn’t care nor had any opinion on that.

But now that she was using this body, that was unacceptable.

Sheng Ting’s eyebrows furrowed even more, his eyes filled with doubt, astonishment, and other emotions.

The girl in front of him no longer seemed weak and fragile.

Even though she still looked so delicate that she seemed like she could easily be broken.

Yet now, she gave off an impression of being uncontrollable…

“Zhenzhen, what happened to you?” Sheng Ting’s eyes turned grim as he asked in a low voice.

Chuzheng coldly reported, “Your little lover took me away and was about to inject me with something. If you consider that something happening, then yes, it did.”

Little lover…

Zhuang Yi?

Suddenly, Sheng Ting felt a sinking feeling in his heart.

“Zhenzhen, come back with me first. I will look into what happened earlier,” Sheng Ting extended his hand towards Chuzheng.

“No.”

Who wants to go back with you!

In your dreams!

Even in dreams, it’s impossible!

“Zhenzhen, be obedient,” Sheng Ting had begun to look stern.

“I won’t listen, what would you do about that?”

Sheng Ting frowned, “Zhenzhen, I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Hmm.” Do as you please, if you hurt me, I’ll consider that a loss.

Chuzheng’s casual ‘hmm’ left Sheng Ting completely clueless about her intent.

But considering her previous resistance to him, he didn’t want to waste any more time and gestured to his subordinates with a look.

Chuzheng clenched her wrist.

Bastard, this isn’t me looking for trouble, they brought it on themselves!

I’m going to take them down!!

–

“Don’t hurt her.”

Sheng Ting still remembered to instruct his men not to hurt Chuzheng.

Chuzheng was far from polite.

The petite girl was surrounded in the middle, seemingly caught one moment but in the blink of an eye, she’d elude them again.

Sheng Ting’s eyes turned deep, his lips pressed into a thin line, exuding an oppressive aura.

In just a short time, the familiar person had become strangely alien.

Bang—

Chuzheng grabbed an ornament from the living room and smashed it into the forehead of a big man.

The thug swayed and fell straight down, face-first onto the ground.

Chuzheng: “…Ouch.”

Sheng Ting raised his hand, and those attacking Chuzheng stopped.

Chuzheng, holding half of the ornament, turned her head to look at the man approaching her.

The man moved incredibly fast. By the time Chuzheng heard the whoosh, Sheng Ting’s hand was already in front of her.

Chuzheng stepped back, but the man still grabbed her.

Sheng Ting pulled Chuzheng towards him, yet suddenly his arm felt an icy chill as if something had enwrapped it.

The girl wrestled free from his grasp.

Raising the ornament in her hand, she smashed it towards him.

Sheng Ting’s pupils constricted slightly, the instinct to dodge rising, but his body just wouldn’t move.

The ornament struck his forehead, sending a momentary blankness across his mind.

Chuzheng, not stopping at one, turned to grab a second ornament, smashing it at him with incredible speed.

By the time Sheng Ting’s subordinates reacted, Chuzheng had already hurled the third one.

Blood began to stream down Sheng Ting’s forehead.

Sheng Ting’s men rushed forward, pulling Sheng Ting back; Chuzheng’s third throw missed its mark.

Her arms felt sore.

She needed to hire a bodyguard!

Smashing people is exhausting!

Maintaining her composure, she stuffed her hands back into her pockets, her little face taut and serious as she said, “Don’t bother me if it’s nothing important. The door is over there, take care.”

The girl stood in the messy hall, issuing the eviction order with an indifferent and cool demeanor.