My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 998: It’s him
Lie Feng looked at Old Ling’s corpse on the ground and heaved a silent sigh. If it weren’t for Gu Yan’s sudden appearance,
killing Old Ling, Third Young Master and Old Ling had reached an agreement to cooperate, having enough power to contend with the godfather.
But now that Old Ling was dead, everything was meaningless. What mattered most was to get away from this incident, and not to let the subsequent investigation uncover their involvement.
Lie Feng gestured to his subordinates around him. They acted swiftly and efficiently, erasing any traces that could lead back to them.
At that moment, he heard the sound of a vehicle approaching at high speed from not far away.
Feiyu’s expression changed, "Someone’s coming."
Lie Feng picked up the binoculars, then said in a deep voice, "Third Young Master, a car is rushing over; looks like they’ve discovered there’s been an accident. How should we handle this? Should we kill them to silence them?"
Old Ling was a big shot. Now that he was dead, wouldn’t the other party reveal any clues if they saw them? According to their usual rules, of course, they would clean up by killing.
Third Young Master Jun’s pupils turned icy as he mechanically turned his head, indifferently watching the approaching car.
"Kill!"
Lie Feng immediately raised his gun and with a bang, hit the windshield. Though it didn’t shatter, it was left with a web of cracks. A woman’s scream came from the car.
Third Young Master Jun’s face, frost-covered, suddenly cracked as if struck by lightning, the disbelief in his eyes evident.
His hand had already unconsciously snatched the gun for the second shot from Lie Feng.
Lie Feng looked at him in astonishment, and the others also stopped their actions.
Even if the woman’s voice was not clear, how could Third Young Master Jun fail to recognize it was Ye Lu? The name made his breath stop, and his heart tremble uncontrollably. Why would she be here, especially at this moment?
The situation did not allow him to think any further.
"Cease fire, move out!" he ordered in a low and strict tone.
Lie Feng, with his men, quickly retreated and jumped into the car.
Meanwhile, the other car stopped, and Ling Yan jumped out, gun in hand, attacking as he rushed crazily to Old Ling’s side. Ye Lu did not get out of the car; she did not want to cause Ling Yan any trouble.
But she covertly raised her head. Ling Yan must have been frantic by now, unable to stay calm and observe the opponent.
The person who dared to kill Old Ling must not be simple; she needed to take the opportunity to observe and see if she could find any evidence to help Ling Yan.
But when she glimpsed the figure partly lit in the dim light of the night car headlights.
Her heart pounded fiercely, her pupils dilating rapidly, her breath nearly stopping.
Her eyes widened in shock; among the dozen or so people quickly retreating, there was one tall and proud silhouette that was so familiar, that she recognized it at a glance.
It was Third Young Master Jun!
Ye Lu trembled all over, disbelieving, her head reeling as her body instinctively jumped out of the car and rushed in that direction.
Seemingly sensing her movement, the figure looked back at her with an instinctive concern.
Ye Lu’s face went pale. Even though his face was covered with a black mask and the light was extremely dim, but, but... she knew it was him, it was him.
Ye Lu stumbled backward a few steps, her small face alarmingly pale, her lips trembling incessantly.
While Third Young Master Jun and his men had already jumped into a car and vanished into the night.
Ye Lu stood in the wind, utterly disheartened, her heart cold to the extreme, her mind a blank.
Until Ling Yan’s deep wails of howling grief, inconsolable cries tearing through the quiet night, sounding so angry and desolate, his agony the utmost.
She shivered all over, her neck stiffly turning back to see Ling Yan tightly clutching Old Ling’s corpse, a grown man with tears streaming down his face, overcome by indescribable sorrow.
