Bigshot's Sweetie Is a Cat!-Chapter 1070: Framed from the Sky, We Didn’t Kill Him

They came up to them without a word.

Seeing the situation, those people instinctively regarded these dozen black-clad figures as Jun Moyan’s subordinates, so they drew their weapons, ready to fight their way out.

However, they were outnumbered, and quickly subdued by the black-clad men.

A man who seemed to be a steward appeared at this moment.

He glanced at the few people on the ground, who had been subdued by his subordinates, then bent down to pick up the dagger on the ground, identical to the one used to kill their boss in the VIP room,

and looked at them.

"Who sent you?"

"..."

"Not talking? We can find out anyway. Don’t think that just because our Baiming Sect hasn’t been competing lately, you can underestimate us. What a cheek to come to our turf and mess around. Daring to kill our boss, how sick of life you must be."

Baiming Sect? Kill their boss?

The few people suddenly trembled with realization, only now becoming aware they had been set up by Jun Moyan.

This time they’re doomed. Not only did they fail to kill Jun Moyan, but also made their organization clash with Baiming Sect.

"We didn’t kill him."

This explanation seemed too weak.

Only now did he remember why Jun Moyan didn’t drive his own car when he escaped the woods but instead hijacked one of their beat-up vans.

It turns out Jun Moyan had planned everything from the start.

The car was theirs, the dagger left at the scene was theirs too, even if they had thousands of mouths, they couldn’t explain it.

Moreover, their New organization and Baiming Sect had old grudges, which were also caused by Jun Moyan. 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

Unexpectedly, not long had passed, and they were framed by Jun Moyan again.

Damned, truly indefensible!

"Not you who killed him? So you came here with knives and guns to spend money? Our boss grabbed your dagger, hid in a room, and slit his throat himself?!" The steward slammed the bloodstained dagger toward his face.

"You’d better explain clearly who sent you, or you won’t even have an intact corpse."

"..."

After leaving the establishment, Jun Moyan took a cab directly back to the woods.

By now it was seven in the morning, the sky was just beginning to lighten, yet at a glance, the woods still seemed pitch dark, the light seemingly unable to penetrate the layer of darkness.

Jun Moyan returned to his car; he didn’t rush to leave, nor did he fear danger coming again. He just sat in the car, staring at the woods, lost in thought.

His gaze grew more and more vacant, as if his heart had been suddenly dug out, his soul taken away, leaving only an empty shell, suffering, and enduring pain.

It’s so dark here, with so many bushes and shrubs inside, if Xiaoguai sneaked back next time, she would surely be scared all alone.

She doesn’t know the road. Next time she comes back, will she be able to find her way back to Huiwu Garden?

Now she clings to him so much, needing his help with everything: eating, sleeping, dressing, cleaning... Now that she’s gone back to the Demon Realm, can she still eat obediently, sleep obediently, and take care of herself?

Jun Moyan smiled bitterly, his eyes full of self-mockery and heartache. He almost forgot about Ye Qi.

That person has taken care of her for five hundred years. He should be more familiar with Xiaoguai’s daily life than anyone else. How could Xiaoguai need to take care of herself...

Thinking that Wen Xiao’ai’s life was full of Ye Qi’s presence, Jun Moyan’s broken heart felt like it was being stepped on harshly, with his dignity seemingly trampled as well.