The Undercover Heir is Actually Tycoon's Secret Girlfriend-Chapter 329 - 265

Song Lichen was caught in a crossfire, with no chance of defending himself, and Chang Sen took advantage of a flaw to drag Zi Shuchen away.

He pushed Zi Shuchen onto a nearby man, "Come on, find something to entertain us brothers."

Sometimes, when faced with desire, gender doesn’t really matter, especially when Zi Shuchen is even more beautiful than a girl.

The man looked at his delicate and handsome face, licked his lips, and couldn’t help but reach out to touch his face.

"I’d like to see how you worthless bunch can act tough on this desolate border!"

Chang Sen grinned sinisterly.

Pei Su woke up at this moment in Rong Zhihuai’s arms, her awareness still blurry, and upon hearing this she kicked her legs trying to jump down.

Rong Zhi frowned slightly and stopped her movement.

Pei Su’s eyes were filled with tears, she looked at Rong Zhi, her cracked lips moved soundlessly, so urgent that even a few cracks bled.

She wasn’t speaking the international lingua franca, but the unique dialect of Y State’s border, which Rong Zhi didn’t understand well, took him two seconds to realize she was saying—

I’m begging you, save my brother.

Rong Zhi glanced at the desperately struggling Zi Shuchen, his face still sickly pale, yet those extremely beautiful cat-like eyes now overflowed with hatred.

And despair.

It was a kind of helpless sadness, death spreading around him, perhaps for Zi Shuchen, he would rather die than endure such humiliation.

If not for thinking of Pei Su, he would have ended himself when he was abandoned by his family.

Pei Su clutched her clothes at her chest, large teardrops rolled from those similar eyes, splashing onto her hand.

Rong Zhi squinted slightly, silently wiping away her tears.

"Song Lichen."

She had no intention to act but couldn’t bear to watch Zi Shuchen die in such humiliation.

Song Lichen flexed his wrist, took off the gold-rimmed glasses from his nose bridge and tucked them into his pocket, exchanged a glance with Jing Ji who stepped out, both seeing the same killing intent in each other’s eyes.

Cheng Sijia, a step behind, couldn’t stop them at all.

Only a gentlemanly looking man drew a small disk from his belt, under the confused gaze of Chang Sen and others, he swiftly disassembled the disk, giving them no time to react, revealing a completely black pistol in his palm.

Aiming at Chang Sen, Song Lichen still smiled gently, even casually asked, "Are you ready?"

Jing Ji was the same, though slower than Song Lichen.

Pei Su couldn’t see what was happening behind her, only knew that after a voice told her to close her eyes, her ears filled with men’s shouts and sounds of flesh hitting flesh, muffled and bizarre.

Then, she felt herself moving.

Being carried away.

By the time John arrived on-site, a bunch of soldiers were already lying before the camp, all shot and wailing in pain, or simply unconscious, from a glance, only two were still standing.

Cheng Sijia stood next to Jing Ji, scratching his head with a troubled expression, "How did this turn into a fight..."

Song Lichen first helped Zi Shuchen to treat his wounds, Rong Zhi placed Pei Su inside as well.

John furrowed his brows, looked at the youth he’d seen in the afternoon, and asked gravely, "Didn’t I tell you to stay inside properly? What do you want to do now? Are you trying to provoke something? Assaulting border patrol is punishable!"

A man lay by Rong Zhi’s feet, even at this moment, the area three inches below him still bulged, clearly the earlier stimulation wasn’t enough to dissipate his lust.

Hearing John’s voice, Chang Sen’s restless heart swelled even more.

He gritted his teeth, saying, "John! This woman hurt our brothers, just break her hands and feet and lock her up, don’t waste words!"

John stared at the youth’s exquisite face, his determination wavered momentarily, he licked his lips and walked towards Rong Zhi.

Rong Zhi felt it’s better to wear a mask next time when going out.

She instinctively dodged John’s grabbing hand.

"What, still want to resist?"

John’s expression changed.

Rong Zhi’s eyes appeared indifferent, she raised her slender leg and stepped onto Chang Sen’s head, her dirt-covered boot grinding on his ugly face as she slightly twisted.

"Ahhhhhhh——"

Chang Sen screamed out in pain, causing dirt stuck to his mouth to fall in with the scream, choking down his throat, his cries soon turned into continuous coughing.

Rong Zhi deliberately didn’t move her foot, under John’s livid gaze, her foot shifted to a certain part of Chang Sen and kicked hard—

No sound.

But Chang Sen’s eyes bulged in pain.

Cheng Sijia, a fellow man, silently clamped his legs, backing two steps.

Rong Zhi spoke lightly without expression, "Jing Ji."

Understanding, Jing Ji tossed the gun in his hand, she raised her hand and casually caught it.

Loaded the bullet, aimed at Chang Sen, yet looked at John, "What do you mean by assaulting border patrol?"

Her tone was calm, not waiting for John’s reaction, she pulled the trigger.

The bullet shot out, instantly hitting Chang Sen’s right hand, a burst of blood flew out, Chang Sen’s screams turned hoarse.

John’s eyes widened: "You—"

Rong Zhi raised the gun and fired again at Chang Sen’s right hand.

Chang Sen couldn’t even scream now.

She was close, Chang Sen’s frantic struggles inevitably splashed some blood onto her cheek, she wiped it off casually, her eyes gradually took on a cruel coldness.

Next, was the left leg, then the right leg.

As for between, she’d already crippled it earlier with a kick.

She shot holes through all his limbs, leaving only half-destroyed right hand, Chang Sen was already lying in a wet spot, his whole body shaking on the ground.

The strong smell of blood was nauseating, permeating the camp surroundings.

Awakening and lifting the curtain, Pei Su immediately squatted down to retch, while Zi Shuchen stared dumbly with wide eyes at this impactful scene.

"Perhaps, you also want to try?"

Rong Zhi stuffed the gun barrel into Chang Sen’s mouth, the lingering smoke from it rising with his rapid breathing into his lungs.

This was directed at John.

Facing the youth’s eyes shrouded in cold mist, his feet involuntarily retreated, driven by survival instinct to flee, but the rules wouldn’t allow.

He hesitated to speak, but the youth wouldn’t bother with him, treating Chang Sen as a rag and kicking him over there, then called Jing Ji inside with a wave.

After her figure disappeared from his sight, Chang Sen gasped sharply, recovering from the fear, shakily pulling out his phone to message his superior.

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Zi Shuchen’s wounds were already treated by Song Lichen, they didn’t have medicine, just extracted the bullet for simple bandaging.

He didn’t fear pain, the bullet extraction process was without anesthesia, he endured quietly without a sound.

Noisy throughout the night, Song Lichen and the others were tired, Rong Zhi waved them to rest.

Zi Shuchen originally had apprehensions about her, but they hadn’t slept well for many days; finally reaching a peaceful and comfortable place, despite lingering shadows, the two couldn’t resist the heavy sleepiness.

Both curled into a ball, while Pei Su somehow rolled out from Zi Shuchen’s arms, gradually snuggling towards Rong Zhi like a kitten.

When she noticed, the little girl was already clutching her clothes fast asleep.

This scene resembled when Fu Yaoyao was little; back then, Fu Yaoyao needed her company to sleep at night just like this.

Rong Zhi pursed her lips, didn’t push her away, and unlocked her phone to check messages.