Rebirth: The Ascent of a Socialite-Chapter 670 - 273: Wait for My Return
"Yishao," Su Ziceng took a deep breath, wanting to step forward, but just as she passed by Pello. Pello suddenly grabbed her and said in a deep voice, "Don’t go over there."
Hang Yishao was shaking with anger. In such a situation, Pello was stopping his bride right in front of him.
"Pello, don’t think for a second that I won’t shoot," the gun felt somewhat heavy in his hand. Hang Yishao’s face turned red with strain, and in Pello’s eyes reflecting Su Ziceng’s figure, there was not a hint of fear.
"Wait until you’re holding the gun steady before you talk," Pello, disregarding Su Ziceng’s glaring, kept her in his grasp while provocatively speaking. Holding a gun and firing one are two different things. Anyone who picks up a gun out of curiosity would be startled by the gunshot and the recoil. He was certain that Hang Yishao had never actually fired a gun before.
But this time, Pello was wrong. Hang Yishao’s middle finger released the safety catch. On the palm of his hand was a layer of new skin that had recently formed after a callus peeled off. It was the fractured ribs on the deck and a shot from behind that had made Hang Yishao realize that it was impossible for him to defeat Pello at close range. It would take a very long time and countless experiences to achieve that.
So he chose a firearm, which required less space and was more lethal, for self-defense. The tuxedo to the side and the carefully arranged rest area, it was all prepared for Pello.
If he rudely interrupted the wedding, the gun that had only been practiced on targets would be truly fired for the first time today.
"Yishao, listen to me first," Su Ziceng had already spoken her piece, but neither of the men were paying attention to her words. This feeling of being ignored, it was utterly awful.
"Listen to me, Ziceng." Hang Yishao’s finger slowly moved towards the trigger and he said, "I don’t care if you will hate me for this, but he must die today. As long as he exists, there is a wall between you and me. It doesn’t matter that you didn’t answer me earlier. Sooner or later, you will understand my feelings."
"He won’t listen to me, Pello, you listen to me! I won’t go with you, and I won’t marry you. I don’t love anyone, and I won’t marry anyone. Did you guys hear me clearly?" Su Ziceng felt like she was being driven mad.
Pello faced Hang Yishao’s gun barrel without any fear. As much as he had once hurt Su Ziceng, today he had to atone with his blood. Pello believed that only in this way would Su Ziceng have a change of heart.
Caught between the two men, being fought over, Su Ziceng’s fear intensified, and she covered her mouth as tears uncontrollably rolled down.
Why wouldn’t either of them listen to what she had to say, "Stop it, I’m not worth this. I only have one year to live, just stop fighting," Su Ziceng cried out.
Hang Yishao’s hand on the trigger halted, and Pello, who had grabbed Su Ziceng’s hand, also relaxed his grip. Both men looked towards her. The prospect of death and jail had not made the two men compromise, but the woman on the ground in front of them, bursting into tears, had torn into their hearts like stone.
"Ziceng," Pello tried to pull her up, but Hang Yishao roared and violently pushed Pello away. The two men, like wild beasts fighting for territory, started scrapping in the cabin. The gun was knocked aside by Pello, and in close combat, Pello quickly gained the upper hand.
Next to them, there was a sound of footsteps running away. Pello was about to listen more carefully when Hang Yishao found his opportunity and threw a fierce punch at Pello’s chin.
Pello tasted the sweet metallic flavor in his mouth, and looking around the room, he realized Su Ziceng had disappeared.
The wife is more important, both men realized this at the same time. They almost simultaneously leapt up, with Hang Yishao closer to the door, he quickly pressed the elevator button. Pello, too proud to share an elevator with him, exerted force in his legs and started sprinting up the stairs.
Hang Yishao caught his breath in the elevator, cursing, "The little bastard better vomit blood from running, ten flights of stairs." The elevator saved time and effort, and he would find Su Ziceng sooner than Pello.
As Hang Yishao was thinking this, he heard the elevator doors open and looked up, puzzled as to why it stopped on the second floor. He hurriedly pressed the button, but then the elevator opened again on the third floor. Now everyone on the ship was waiting for the bride and groom to show up, plus there was nobody outside the elevator.
"Damn it," Hang Yishao didn’t wait for the elevator doors to close again; it must have been Pello, that little bastard, who lit up all the buttons in the elevator while taking the stairs. That man was really devious. Hang Yishao, regretting his guts out, had no choice but to abandon the convenient elevator, hearing Pello’s footsteps coming from the upper stairwell and desperately chasing after them.
