Saving the Heartthrob Frenemy-Chapter 421: You have a death wish

Qie Xieling crouched silently on top of the towering building, his eyes fixed on the grand palace below. The moonlight cast an eerie glow over the Capital Star, adding to the tense atmosphere that surrounded him. He could feel the weight of his anger simmering within him, his restraint palpable.

The crew members who accompanied him dared not utter a word or even sneeze. They once thought their captain was terrifying but Qie Xieling was something else.

He smiled a lot but when he was pissed off he was terrifying. He was like a demon straight out of hell.

Bo Ailun, his voice trembling, broke the silence. "W-we are all in position," he stammered, sweat glistening on his forehead. "The palace will be celebrating the return of the prince. By then, it will be too late."

Qie Xieling’s gaze intensified as he commanded with chilling authority, "Let it all burn."

With a swift motion, he leapt off the building, his agile form disappearing into the shadows. In the blink of an eye, a metallic shell enveloped his body, transforming him into a formidable mech. The night sky erupted into a dazzling display of fireworks as an explosion rocked the grounds outside the palace, sending tremors that resonated through Capital Star. 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Within the palace walls, soldiers stood frozen, their expressions one of disbelief and awe. When the dust settled, the metallic visor of Qie Xieling’s mech opened, revealing his face to the stunned onlookers. Gasps and murmurs filled the air as recognition dawned upon them. This man was supposed to be dead but now he was right in front of their eyes looking like a resentful ghost on the hunt for anyone who wronged him.

One soldier, his voice quivering, managed to stammer out, "Cra-crazy Qie." Qie Xieling’s piercing gaze swept over the soldiers, his presence commanding and unyielding. It was a moment that etched fear and respect into their hearts, for he was no ordinary man. He was a force to be reckoned with, driven by a purpose that transcended their understanding.

As the echoes of the explosion dissipated, Qie Xieling stood amidst the chaos, his determination unwavering. The city of Capital Star trembled under the weight of his wrath, and the palace would soon bear witness to the consequences of their actions.

With a furious expression etched across his face, Qie Xieling clenched his hands activating his mech’s weapon systems. The hum of energy surged through the air as the guns emerged from their concealed compartments, glistening menacingly in the pale moonlight.

His voice resonated through the chaos, a mix of anger and authority. "This is your final warning! Leave this place if you value your lives!"

A tremor of fear rippled among the soldiers stationed to protect the palace. One soldier, realising the futility of their situation, broke ranks and sprinted away from his post. Qie Xieling’s eyes briefly flickered with a hint of admiration. "Smart man," he said acknowledging the soldier’s wise decision to escape the impending clash.

The remaining soldiers, however, gripped their weapons tighter, their hands trembling. They raised their guns, their fingers tightening around the triggers. The silence shattered as gunfire erupted, echoing through the night. Bullets whizzed through the air, tearing into the surroundings, and leaving trails of destruction.

Fear and determination clashed within their eyes as they faced the wrath of the vengeful Qie Xieling. The tension in the air was intense.

Qie Xieling’s mech roared to life, returning fire with unrivalled precision. His movements were calculated, his aim deadly accurate. The once tranquil palace grounds became a battleground, an arena of chaos and desperation.

Explosions rocked the area as shells collided with the earth, sending debris flying in all directions. The soldiers, their faces reflecting a mix of terror and determination, fought valiantly against Qie Xieling. To them, he was the traitor who killed a lot of civilians so even if they were terrified for their lives they still stood their ground.

As the gunfight raged on, Qie Xieling’s fury burned brighter with every passing second. It was as though he was venting his anger on them for protecting the person who was trying to snatch his man’s body and replace him.

Without warning, another thunderous explosion reverberated through the night. The force of the blast sent shockwaves rippling through the ranks of the unsuspecting soldiers, leaving them disoriented and incapacitated. Debris rained down, adding to the chaos that now engulfed the palace grounds.

Qie Xieling pressed forward with the backing of the crew behind him. Each step he took echoed with purpose, his movements precise and calculated. His arsenal of weapons glinted ominously in the pale moonlight, a testament to the impending reckoning that awaited those who dared to stand in his way.

As he approached the palace, the remaining guards, shaken but resilient, rallied their forces in a desperate attempt to halt his advance. They lunged at him with weapons drawn, their strikes fueled by a mix of fear and loyalty to their cause. But Qie Xieling, a master of combat, swiftly countered their attacks with a lethal combination of skill and raw power.

The clash of metal on metal filled the night air, punctuated by the grunts and cries of combatants. The scene was a frenzied whirlwind of motion and violence, as Qie Xieling seamlessly transitioned from one adversary to the next, his blows landing with devastating accuracy. The chaos intensified, spiralling into a symphony of havoc and destruction.

His heart pounded as he finally stood at the entrance of the grand palace. The heavy doors loomed before him as he emerged from the darkness like a devil here to reclaim a promised soul.

Just then Bi Yu suddenly appeared in front of him.

His eyes narrowed as he met her disdainful gaze. The moonlight glinted off her armour, accentuating her sharp features and the intensity in her eyes.

"You truly have a death wish," she said, her voice dripping with contempt. She squared her shoulders, ready to confront him, her long-held anger towards Qie Xieling unable to be repressed anymore. "You should have stayed dead."

Qie Xieling’s lips curled into a sneer, his anger boiling over. "I don’t want to hurt you," he replied, his voice laced with a potent combination of defiance and rage. "But if I have to, I will."