The Yandere Male Lead Chases Me-Chapter 890: Lord Hero Is Too Wicked 12

Feng Rong spoke.

"Can you disarm it?"

Hong Ye frowned deeply.

"Young master, Hong Ye only knows the basics, I’ve never disarmed a bomb."

When that timed bomb was revealed.

The timer had already started.

Five minutes remaining.

Five minutes later, even if Feng Rong doesn’t leave his position, the bomb will explode.

And at this moment, even professionals disarming bombs wouldn’t make it in time.

Su Yan stared at the bomb for a long while.

"I’ll disarm it."

As soon as she spoke, Hong Ye was stunned.

Feng Rong looked at Su Yan, his eyes were full of uncertain emotions.

Su Yan pulled out the military knife she had prepared from her concealed leg.

Originally thought it was for fighting.

Unexpectedly, it was for disarming the bomb.

Bomb?

Su Yan wouldn’t know how.

But Xiao Hua would.

Hong Ye tried to intervene.

Feng Rong signalled with his eyes.

"Let her try."

After saying that, Hong Ye finally backed off to the side.

Su Yan crouched down.

In her mind, Xiao Hua was browsing through the data while saying,

"Host, first unscrew the screw on the right side."

Su Yan, using an unfamiliar technique, slowly unscrewed the bolt.

Clearly, it was a very urgent matter.

But when she did it, it seemed so leisurely.

Those who didn’t know might think she was assembling furniture.

Feng Rong watched Su Yan’s technique.

Unscrewing a bolt is a matter of seconds.

But Su Yan took a full three minutes.

Soon, a dozen differently colored wires were exposed.

Feng Rong calculated the time, indicating Hong Ye to leave first.

Hong Ye initially didn’t want to leave.

Then he heard Feng Rong’s voice, cold and distant.

"If I die, anyone involved must accompany me to the grave."

Feng Rong was immensely venomous.

Vindictive, don’t provoke him, otherwise, pray to Buddha not to draw his ire.

Now that they’ve provoked him, how could he let them go easily?

Upon hearing Feng Rong’s words, Hong Ye nodded.

"Yes!"

He understood Feng Rong’s intent.

Turned around and left.

The room was left with only Feng Rong and Su Yan.

Countdown: one minute remaining.

Su Yan spoke.

"Among these dozen colored wires, one needs to be cut.

Only one is correct, cutting the wrong one will kill us."

Feng Rong lowered his gaze, watching her carefully manipulate the wires.

"Little stepmother planning to sacrifice herself, joining me in demise here?"

Su Yan meticulously examined each wire,

"Yes."

She acknowledged with a word.

Feng Rong was stunned.

He looked closely at Su Yan.

In her mind, Xiao Hua spoke.

"Host, found it! The red one, cut the red wire."

As the words fell, Su Yan’s military knife was already touching the red wire.

Click, the wire snapped.

The bomb’s timer paused at the final five seconds.

Stopped.

Su Yan lifted her head, her eyes sparkling.

"It’s stopped."

Just as she said that.

A severe coughing sound echoed nearby.

Then, a voice came from the fallen person in the pool of blood.

"Feng Rong, today, I’ll take you to the grave with me!!"

As the words fell, he pulled out a round iron ball from his chest.

Then, he pulled the ring on top.

Almost as the man pulled out the iron ball.

Feng Rong grabbed Su Yan’s arm and the next second, crashed through the glass.

Jumped straight out of the window.

Bang!

Amidst the sound of explosion and the floor shaking.

The two landed on the grassy ground.

Fortunately, it was only the second floor, not very high.

And below were muddy lawns.

Rolled on the ground.

Su Yan lay in Feng Rong’s arms, panting for a moment.

She lifted her head, glanced around, and then slowly got up.

An anxious voice echoed nearby.

"Young master! Young master!"

Hong Ye rushed over.