The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie-Chapter 159 - : 159: Has Jiang Zhi recognized Luo San? (Second Release)
Chapter 159: 159: Has Jiang Zhi recognized Luo San? (Second Release)
“If I survive this, I’ll be a good person from now on, understand?”
After Zhou Xufang finished speaking, she slapped Ah Wang on the neck.
Ah Wang’s leg twitched, and he passed out. Just as Zhou Xufang kicked him away, the door was pushed open. It was two men who, hearing the noise, rushed over. Zhou Xufang, worried that the loud noise would alert the people on the ship, decided to act quickly. She grabbed one with each hand, then clapped her hands together forcefully, slamming their heads together.
One of them fainted.
Zhou Xufang let go, and as the other one was just hitting the ground, she hooked her foot around his neck and gave a twist, knocking him out too. Then, she closed the door and cleaned up the scene.
Moments later, she went out, grabbed a woman of similar build to herself, exchanged clothes, covered her up, and threw her into a pig cage.
At seven o’clock sharp, Zhou Xufang hung the necklace that Jiang Zhi gave her on the ship’s sail, punched the switch to break it, then dove headfirst into the sea.
On the shore, Jiang Zhi glanced at the flashing red dot on the sail and dialed Qiao Nanchu’s number.
“Nanchu, we can start now.”
On the third floor of the cruise, the corridor was packed with people standing on both sides, with four boxes placed on the ground.
Hua Jun said, “Go check the goods.”
His subordinate nodded, stepped forward to open the boxes, each filled with neatly stacked ‘white paper bricks.’ He took a dagger, cut open the paper, dipped his hand in, and tasted it, checking each of the four boxes in turn before closing them up and returning to stand behind Hua Jun, whispering, “The goods are fine.”
Only then did Hua Jun raise his hand, signaling with a gesture. Two of his men, understanding, stepped forward with the boxes, opened them, and revealed they were full of US dollars.
The opposing leader was a tall black man with a scar running from his mouth to the left ear, which was partially missing. He reached out his hand.
Hua Jun stepped forward to shake it, “Pleasure doing business.”
The man spoke in English, “We can’t stay long. We need to leave immediately.”
“Of course, the ship is ready.”
Hua Jun had just finished speaking when police sirens sounded outside.
“What’s going on?” the black leader asked angrily, confronting Hua Jun, “Why are there police here?”
Hua Jun had no answer and shouted at his men, “Where’s the hostage?”
As the sirens blared, everyone panicked; his subordinate replied, “With Hong San.”
Three minutes earlier, Hong San had taken the hostages to trade with Jiang Zhi.
At that moment, on the deck of the cruise ship, Hong San looked around in panic, then glared at Jiang Zhi, “You fucking called the cops!” He turned and shouted, “Set sail! Set sail now!”
But the cruise ship didn’t move, surrounded by other ships. From a distance, the headlights of several police cars moved closer, entering the ferry terminal and completely blocking any escape route.
Then the siren stopped, and Captain Xiao of the Drug Enforcement Team got out of a car with a megaphone, “Everyone on the ship, listen up, you are surrounded.” After a brief pause, Captain Xiao raised his voice, stating deeply, “If you resist, bullets won’t be biased.”
Afterward, dozens of people, men and women, Asian and black, came out from the cabins and went up to the deck.
Hong San turned his head, “Brother Hua.”
Hua Jun stepped forward, kicked him aside, pulled out a gun, and pressed it against the back of a hostage, shouting to the ship below, “Anyone moves, I’ll blow the hostage’s head off first.”
Captain Xiao raised his hand, signaling to keep calm.
Hua Jun grabbed the rope binding the hostage and pulled her towards the bow. He scanned the shore, fixing his gaze on Jiang Zhi, “Mr. Jiang, you better convince these cops to back off soon, or your delicate girlfriend will be buried with us rough men.”
Jiang Zhi stood in front of a police car, hands in his pockets, utterly calm, “Who said she’s my girlfriend?”
Hua Jun was momentarily speechless, his hostage still struggling.
The shore was crowded, but Jiang Zhi’s messily windblown, haze-blue short hair stood out, lacking the typical composure of a wealthy young master. He smirked, appearing as worldly as a deep-reaching fairy, “Ask her if she’s my girlfriend.”
Hua Jun paused, then ripped off the hostage’s hood. By the light, he stared in shock, “Where is that woman?”
The ‘hostage,’ her mouth sealed with tape, struggled to shake her head.
Just then, the ship suddenly tilted.
Someone shouted, “There’s someone below!”
Everyone on the deck looked down, spotting a wet head raising up, followed by a fair-skinned hand waving, “I’m here!”
The light was too dim to see the outlines clearly, but Hua Jun recognized the voice. Astounded, he exclaimed, “You—”
Zhou Xufang raised her other hand clutching a piece of rebar, lifted it high, and stabbed forcefully. The rebar pierced into the ship’s hull; she pulled it out and stabbed again.
After several repetitions, the ship began to rock intensely.
Suddenly, someone screamed, “The ship is leaking!”
Immediately afterward, a gunshot rang out.
“Bang!”
On the shore, Captain Xiao ordered, “Snipers get ready, engage if they resist.”
Hua Jun grabbed the fake hostage, using her as a shield, and loudly commanded his men, “Kill that woman in the water!”
The ship was filled with desperados not afraid of death, only seeking to drag others down with them. Upon Hua Jun’s order, a dozen men aimed into the water, stirring up splashes all at once.
It was too dark to see the person in the water clearly.
Onshore, Jiang Zhi’s hand, tucked into his pocket, just reached for the handle but was stopped.
“You can’t touch this.”
It was Qiao Nanchu.
Jiang Zhi didn’t turn around, his eyes fixed on Hua Jun on the deck, “Zhou Xufang is still in the water.”
Qiao Nanchu hummed noncommittally, “I’ll handle it.”
He squinted one eye, leisurely aimed, and rotated the muzzle.
“Bang.”
Hua Jun’s knee was shot, and he fell on one knee.
Qiao Nanchu moved his neck, dissatisfied, “I haven’t practiced for too long. I’m a bit rusty.”
Beside him, behind the police car, Captain Xiao was so excited his double chin squished out, “Who just shot? That was damn accurate!”
Someone answered, “It was Captain Qiao!”
Holy shit! That’s top-tier sniper level! Captain Xiao thought, imagining how nice it would be if he were one of his Drug Enforcement Team members.
Qiao Nanchu had taken down a few people and turned around to see Jiang Zhi walking further away. He yelled, “Where are you going?”
Jiang Zhi didn’t look back, “Going to get Zhou Xufang.”
This crazy fool.
Qiao Nanchu caught up, “Bullets don’t have eyes. Find somewhere to hide first.”
Jiang Zhi turned, cool and composed, “Yeah, bullets don’t have eyes,” he said. “So, I’m leaving my back to you.” With that, he quickened his steps towards the seaside.
This guy, did he trust him too much? Qiao Nanchu clicked his tongue, Dammit, what a lunatic!
But what could he do? They had grown up together; how could he not protect him?
The night was windy, and the waves rushed one after another, crashing against the shore, the sea water icy cold, soaking his shoes. But Jiang Zhi didn’t care and stepped right into it.
He called out, “Zhou Xufang.”
After the third shout, the water rippled, and a head emerged, followed by eyes and then an anxious face, “How did you get here? Hide quickly!”
Zhou Xufang’s eyes were already red, the color of blood.
Jiang Zhi wasn’t afraid. He stared at her, took two steps forward, water reaching above his calves. He bent down and reached out his hand, “I need to be with you.”
No matter the danger, he had to be by Zhou Xufang’s side.
Zhou Xufang shook her head, telling him not to come, urging him to hide.
Not far away, the cruise ship was half-sunk, the deck littered with bodies. Hua Jun lay at the bow, scanning the surface of the sea. Spotting his target, he aimed at Jiang Zhi’s back, finger moving to the trigger, pressing down—
Zhou Xufang pulled Jiang Zhi into the sea.
“Bang!”
Hua Jun fell to the ground.
Qiao Nanchu blew on the gun’s muzzle: Was Jiang Zhi’s back something to aim at casually? Did they think he was dead?
The distant streetlight shone on the water, creating sparkling ripples as the wind swept through, lifting layers of waves.
That year, the young master of the Jiang Family fell into the water at the Luo Family’s home, became seriously ill, and fell into a coma for a night. Due to his frail constitution, he was unfit to be moved and stayed at the Luo Family’s home to recuperate.
A black goose down comforter spread on the bed with the young man lying on his side, his pillow damp with sweat.
“Jiang Zhi.”
“Jiang Zhi.”
“…”
Someone, tirelessly calling out with a rough, hoarse voice.
The young man was annoyed awake, opened his eyes, and only saw his family’s butler by the bedside. He sat up, weak, “Who just came in?”
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His voice sounded harsh and smoky after the fever.
Jiang Chuan shook his head and replied, “I went to the kitchen to get some medicine and didn’t notice.” He came forward with a tray, “Young master, please drink your medicine first.”
The medicine’s scent was pungent and bitter.
As the youngster grabbed the medicine bowl, intending to gulp it down, his sickly pale lips just touching the bowl, the room door burst open.
It was the bald foster son of the Luo Family, clumsily rushing over, snatching the young master’s medicine bowl, and throwing it to the floor, splashing the contents everywhere.
Butler Jiang Chuan was about to erupt but was stopped by the young master who asked the little bald, “What’s wrong?”
The little bald boy couldn’t speak. Usually, he would awkwardly gesture to him, but this time he didn’t gesture and instead used his dirty hands to drag him, unknowingly brave, and pulled him outside.
Jiang Chuan hurried after them: “Young master.”
The young master looked back, dismissing Jiang Chuan with a glance, allowing the little bald to tug and drag him to the attic.
Bang!
The door slammed shut, the little bald finally let go, seeing the young master gasping badly, his face pale. He quickly helped him breathe steady. Once the young master was breathing easier, he stood on his toes and whispered secretly, “You need to hide. They gave you poison. They are bad people.”
The foster son of the Luo Family was said to be mute, having never spoken before.
His voice was rough and hoarse, exactly like the one the young master had heard in his sleep, “You can talk?”
The little bald did not respond, went to the bed, grabbed a pillow—the pillow shabby and torn. He reached into the pillow core, rummaged for quite a while, and finally found a pill, then held it out to the young master with both hands, “Eat this, it’s not poisoned.”
His voice sounded strange, neither male nor female, both rough and gravelly.
The young man stared intently at him.
“Eat it,” he urged.
The young man was somewhat dazed but still opened his mouth, letting the dirty hand touch his lips, dropping a pill into his mouth. Before he could swallow, he was shoved into a cupboard.
The little bald immediately closed the cupboard door and then leaned against it with his back. He kept talking, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
“Jiang Zhi.”
“Jiang Zhi.”
“…”
Jiang Zhi suddenly opened his eyes to meet a pair of red eyes.
It was Zhou Xufang. She cautiously wiped seawater from his face, saying, “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.”
After that incident in the water, Jiang Zhi had developed a fear of water.
He paused for a moment, then hugged her tightly.
