Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife-Chapter 997: Escape from Death (8)
"What did you say? They left?!" Rogers couldn’t believe it, his eyes red and swollen like two peaches.
This was the masterpiece of Gu Nuan, who had sprayed the pepper spray given by Wei Changqing into his eyes before he could shoot.
"You said they left? How did they escape? This place is full of my people!" Rogers shouted in disbelief.
As the smoke that clouded the scene gradually dissipated, it was indeed true—Gu Nuan, who had been sitting immobile on the ground, was nowhere to be seen. Except for Ou Chunhua, who had seen someone, the others had no clue how Gu Nuan disappeared.
"She couldn’t have run off on her own, go after them quickly!" Rogers yelled, pointing in the direction ahead.
Ou Chunhua felt as though all the surrounding sounds were fading away. At this moment, even Gu Nuan ceased to exist in her heart; only those eyes exposed beneath the black helmet remained.
A nimble figure, like a black panther, grabbed a rapidly descending rope with one hand, while supporting a woman with closed eyes with the other, swiftly descended to the underground parking lot in the middle of an empty elevator shaft.
Then, finally, they successfully landed on the stable black motorcycle that had been waiting there.
The man held the woman in front of his chest and simultaneously started the black motorcycle.
While everyone upstairs was cluelessly searching for their tracks, like headless chickens, the black motorcycle slid out from where it was parked, like a silent black snake, and then drove onto the back of a small truck with the rear door open.
After receiving the motorcycle, the truck closed its door and drove forward. By the time it drove out from under the building, it was already in the parking lot beneath another building.
Soon after, at a deserted intersection, the truck opened its rear door again, allowing the motorcycle to leave. The two vehicles went their separate ways, heading east and west.
Meanwhile, the sounds of police cars, fire trucks, and ambulances echoed throughout the city.
Only the black motorcycle seemed to leave the hustle and bustle behind, constantly moving away from the city’s center and the hustle of the commercial area.
Gu Nuan felt like she could hear the sound of the wind, but she didn’t feel it against her skin. Instead, she felt a warmth, like a thick blanket blocking all the cold that might attack her body.
Who... was it?
Was it him?
After using her last bit of strength to spray chili water into Rogers’s eyes, she had no strength left. Then, in the ear that had a slight hearing capacity left, she seemed to hear a lot of people screaming.
Among them was the scream of Ou Chunhua.
Perhaps others couldn’t understand, but she was the one who could best comprehend what Ou Chunhua’s scream contained.
Yes, she and Ou Chunhua were arch-enemies, but at the same time, she was the person who understood Ou Chunhua the most. Because, ironically, the person who understands you best in the world is often your enemy.
When she struggled to open her eyes, she saw it—the black helmet she had seen in Brazil at that time.
The person seemed to notice her gaze, lowered their head, glanced across her face, then turned the motorcycle and slipped into an underground garage.
The garage appeared to be empty of people.
He carried her off the motorcycle alone, placing her in a room that seemed to contain only a bed, where he laid her down.
By this time, Gu Nuan had come to her senses, watching his movements with wide eyes.
The man didn’t immediately remove the helmet he had on, only took off his black leather gloves, then put on a pair of rubber gloves, like the ones Tang Sili often wore.
