“You’re courting death.”
Gu Chen panted heavily, his voice soft and sweet yet carrying a thread of calm. “Outside, at least two snipers—eleven o’clock front left, five o’clock rear on the overpass. You go out, and you’ll be a hornet’s nest.”
Qin Hongyi, about to get out of the car, stiffened, turning sharply to stare fixedly at the blindfolded woman.
“What did you say?”
“If you don’t want to die, listen to me.”
Gu Chen gripped the seat edge tightly, his voice trembling from fear, but his speech rapid to an astonishing degree. “Go to the driver’s seat! This car’s bulletproof level B7—it can hold for two more minutes. Reverse! Ram the off-roader behind—don’t touch the trucks!”
Qin Hongyi narrowed her eyes.
If it were before, anyone daring to command her like this—the grass on their grave would be two meters high.
But at this moment, the heart-palpitating sense of control from Gu Chen actually made her subconsciously comply.
She leaped to the driver’s seat, shoved aside the driver’s corpse, shifted gears, and floored the accelerator.
Boom!
The Lincoln roared, slamming backward viciously.
Bang!
The off-roader behind obviously hadn’t expected this trapped prey to bite back—directly smashed with a dented front, shifting half a meter sideways.
“Hard left! Onto the green belt! Forget the road!” Gu Chen’s command followed immediately.
Qin Hongyi yanked the wheel sharply.
Bullets rained on the car body like hail, sparks flying everywhere.
“Ahead is oncoming traffic!” Qin Hongyi roared.
“Oncoming is the only way to live! Those bastards’ cars are modified—you couldn’t see their taillights in a straight run!”
Gu Chen’s eyes closed, the 3D map of Beijing spinning wildly in his mind. “Five hundred meters ahead, there’s an abandoned construction site for a unfinished building—charge in, it’s a blind spot!”
Qin Hongyi gritted her teeth, flooring the accelerator—the Lincoln drifted in the heavy rain, reversing into the flow, charging onto the sidewalk, sending a row of trash cans flying, drawing a chorus of screams.
“How do you know this so well?” Qin Hongyi questioned sharply while wildly swerving to avoid an oncoming truck.
“Shut up! Focus on driving!”
Gu Chen had no time for her nonsense now.
Intense dizziness assaulted him—this delicate body simply couldn’t handle such violent driving.
His stomach churned like a stormy sea, his brain about to be shaken even.
But he couldn’t vomit—vomiting would leak his resolve.
“Right side, motorcycle sound—closing in! It’s a close-range bomber! Don’t let him near the fuel tank!”
Qin Hongyi glanced at the rearview mirror—sure enough, a black bike was pasting up, the rider holding something to toss under the car.
“Fuck!”
Qin Hongyi cursed, yanking the wheel right sharply.
Screech—
The Lincoln’s massive body directly squeezed the motorcycle against the guardrail.
Sparks with lightning—the man and bike crushed into scrap metal.
“The site’s here! Only sheet metal fencing!”
“Ram through!” Gu Chen growled low, his voice already carrying a sob. “That’s foam board! Through it is an abandoned parking lot—straight to the moat side road, that’s a surveillance blind spot!”
Madness flashed in Qin Hongyi’s eyes.
“Gu Qingcheng, if there’s no road, I’ll toss you in the river to feed the fish!”
Boom!
The car front viciously shattered the blue fencing.
The world opened up.
Indeed, a desolate abandoned parking lot, overgrown with weeds—but enough to shake the tail.
Qin Hongyi’s driving was extremely domineering, slinging wave after wave of mud in the dirt, twisting and turning, finally charging onto that dim side road.
The gunshots and sirens behind gradually faded.
They survived.
Screech—
The car stopped under a shadowy bridge tunnel.
The hood smoked white, the body riddled with holes.
Qin Hongyi slumped over the steering wheel, panting heavily—her soaked black suit outlining heart-stopping curves, a graze on her arm seeping blood beads.
The back seat was deathly silent.
Qin Hongyi recovered for a few seconds, turning sharply—her gaze like a knife stabbing toward the back seat.
“Gu…”
Her words cut off—she was stunned.
The cold-blooded commander from moments ago, the female strategist orchestrating from afar, was now curled in the corner, shaking like a sieve.
Gu Chen had removed the blindfold.
Gu Chen removed the blindfold—that stunning face pale as paper.
Wet hair stuck to his cheeks, long lashes hung with teardrops, gaze scattered and empty.
“Urk…”
Gu Chen couldn’t hold it anymore, shoving open the door, bending over the muddy roadside, vomiting heaven and earth.
The domineering aura of commanding the field from earlier was utterly gone.
At this moment, he was fragile as if one touch would shatter—making one want to pull him into an embrace and cherish him tenderly, or… bully him harshly until he couldn’t cry out.
Qin Hongyi pushed open the door and got out, stepping one by one to behind Gu Chen.
She looked at this disheveled beauty, the killing intent in her eyes fading, replaced by a curiosity, and an even thicker excitement.
“Black Kui Mercenary Group.”
Qin Hongyi spoke abruptly. “That was Black Kui’s tactics. How do you know their weaknesses?”
Gu Chen vomited until bile came up, wiping his mouth harshly with the back of his hand—lifting his head, those reddened peach-blossom eyes full of malice.
Because those are the dogs I paid to raise.
He cursed in his heart.
But from his mouth, that damned voice box emitted a soft, sweet voice: “President Qin has mixed in the underworld for so many years—can’t tell? That was a woman’s sixth sense just now.”
“Sixth sense?”
Qin Hongyi squatted down, her bloodstained fingers pinching Gu Chen’s sharp chin, forcing him to look up.
“You have this intuition to discern positions by sound? And know the unfinished building’s fencing is foam board?”
She leaned close to Gu Chen, their nose tips almost touching.
Gu Chen could smell on her the mix of gunpowder, blood, and that unique cold fragrance.
It was an extremely dangerous scent—yet it made this body produce a weird sense of submission, his legs softening further.
“Gu Qingcheng, what secrets are you hiding on you?”
Qin Hongyi’s thumb rubbed Gu Chen’s pale lips. “The you issuing commands just now was so captivating—it makes me want to… take you right here and now.”
Gu Chen’s pupils shrank, instinctively retreating.
“You… lunatic…”
“Heh.”
Qin Hongyi chuckled lightly, suddenly scooping Gu Chen up by the waist.
“Ah! Put me down!” Gu Chen exclaimed, his hands instinctively hooking around Qin Hongyi’s neck.
This action was too smooth, too feminine—after doing it, he wanted to die himself.
“Save your strength.” Qin Hongyi carried him toward an unremarkable Volkswagen parked roadside. “Originally planned to take you back to the villa—now it seems, that’s not clean either.”
She stuffed Gu Chen into the passenger seat, sitting herself in the driver’s.
“Where to?” Gu Chen shrank into himself, vigilance maxed.
Qin Hongyi started the car, her profile in the dim light appearing especially bewitching.
“Young Master Gu, haven’t you always wanted to know where the cage I prepared for you is?”
She turned her head, revealing an extremely wicked smile.
“Welcome to hell, Gu Qingcheng.”
The car merged into the night, heading toward Beijing’s most desolate northern suburbs of West Mountain.
There was an abandoned mental hospital—Qin Hongyi’s true lair.
Half an hour later.
The car stopped in front of an iron gate covered in withered vines.
Eerie, deathly silent—like a haunted house.
Gu Chen looked at those mottled walls, his heart sinking.
This crazy woman—wouldn’t really lock him in a ghost place like this, right?
“Get out.”
Qin Hongyi at some point tossed a new set of clothes onto him. “Wash clean. Tonight, I want to thoroughly check just how many more surprises you’re hiding on you.”
Before Gu Chen could react, several figures in white coats, wearing gas masks, emerged from the darkness—holding prepared syringes and restraint straps.
Gu Chen looked at those needles, the bravado he had mustered collapsing instantly.
Needles again?
“Qin Hongyi! I helped you! Is this how you repay your lifesaver?!”
Qin Hongyi leaned on the car door, lighting a slim lady’s cigarette—smoke curling.
“Lifesaver? No, no—that’s your self-cultivation as a toy.”
She waved her hand.
“Take him down. Tonight, increase the dose—I want him unable to leave this body for the rest of his life.”
“Ah—!!”
Gu Chen was lifted up, feet off the ground—struggling desperately, the purple haute couture gown’s hem dragging in the mud like a crumpled flower, just like himself.
This time, it was truly impossible to escape even with wings.