The strategist's voice carried a hint of impatience.
Qin He turned around and walked step by step towards the car with its headlights on.
Behind her, Di Shishi bit her lower lip, "Damn it, they're using me as bait! I'll kill him!"
Di Shishi reached for the pistol at her waist, but Qian Zimo grabbed her hand.
The usually frail young master Qian's eyes were now filled with forbearance, his grip immense, "Shishi, don't be impulsive!"
It was only now, with the lights on, that they could see that the surrounding residential buildings were already dilapidated. Dark muzzles were now aimed at them from the windows that showed light.
Qin He remained in the shadows, while the person stood behind the headlights, a silver mask hidden in the darkness glinting with a chilling light.
Her leg was injured, and she watched him limp and stagger towards her.
When she reached the car, a beautiful woman got out, holding a specially made pair of handcuffs.
Qin He lowered her gaze, watching the woman cuff her. The strength, several times that of ordinary handcuffs, immediately brought pressure.
There were also small green lights on the handcuffs.
The woman said, "Don't try to break free. These handcuffs will explode immediately if they detect excessive force."
Qin He stared coldly at the woman, "Are you Erniang?"
The beautiful woman looked down, staring at Qin He with a hint of disdain, "So what if I am?"
Qin He pursed her lips. It was this woman who had caused Ming Xue's boyfriend, Xiang Mingjun, to die.
She was pushed into the car by the woman.
It was a modified jeep, and the interior space was vast.
As soon as she got into the car, Qin He sat next to the silver-masked man.
Immediately after, the beautiful woman got into the front passenger seat.
"Let's do it," the strategist said lazily, his arm resting on the car window, the index finger of his black-gloved hand twitching slightly.
Qin He's heart suddenly tensed, "You promised you would let them go!"
In the dim light of the car, the strategist pushed his mask up, propping it on his forehead, revealing a pair of deep-set, thin eyes.
Shen Yicong's lips curved into an evil smile, "Miss Qin, why do you trust anyone? That's not good."
Qin He gritted her teeth, watching Qian Zimo, not far away, suddenly collapse.
Her gaze fixed on the handcuffs on her wrist, "You broke your promise. Since you have no sense of transaction, then die!"
She exploded before Shen Yicong could make a move.
Qin He's explosiveness was extreme. Her arms encircled him, directly strangling Shen Yicong's neck.
Erniang in the front seat immediately raised her weapon and aimed.
In such a confined space, Qin He had nowhere to hide. She just hoped the handcuffs on her hands would explode, taking everyone in the car with them.
If the strategist and Erniang died, the explosion would at least cause chaos, and her people would have a chance to escape!
She gritted her teeth, and in an instant, Gu Qishen's face flashed through her mind.
Her heart ached and felt cold, and she tightened her grip.
Shen Yicong, with the chain of the handcuffs around his throat, exerted immense force. He gestured hoarsely, stopping Erniang.
Qin He ignored him, her eyes icy and dark.
Killing this man would resolve the crisis, but she was destined to die with him.
"Miss Qin, let go!" Erniang's voice was cold, her gun-holding hand trembling slightly.
Master Strategist was almost being strangled to death, yet he wouldn't allow her to kill this woman!
Qin He's leg wound was still bleeding profusely. She ignored her injury and tightened her grip.
She saw the green light on the handcuffs turn red and flash rapidly.
Qin He closed her eyes. Erniang in the front passenger seat became anxious, "Master Strategist!"
Shen Yicong's face had turned pale, but he still hadn't spoken.
Erniang gritted her teeth. If the Master Strategist didn't give an order soon, she would have to disobey once!
Qin He's grip gradually loosened. Her vision blurred and flashed with light. Having lost too much blood, she was on the verge of fainting.
Shen Yicong's pale face suddenly sharpened, and he reached out, grabbing Qin He's hand and pulling it forward fiercely.
Qin He gritted her teeth, but Shen Yicong still managed to wrench her hands free!
"Miss Qin," Shen Yicong said, sitting in place, deep marks on his neck, "It seems one cannot be too careful with you!"
Qin He's vision was filled with white light. She bit her lip hard, only seeing the image of Qian Zimo collapsing.
Shen Yicong looked at the hatred in Qin He's eyes and smiled with amusement. He adjusted his suit collar and returned to his original posture.
"Don't worry, they were just injected with anesthetic darts. After all, your abilities make me very wary. I was afraid that if I let them go, you'd be taken away and we wouldn't be able to leave Qingcheng."
Qin He was groggy, feeling the heat against her ear. She clenched the wound on her leg fiercely with her drooping hand, forcing herself to wake up.
The scene in front of her became clear. Shen Yicong's face was extremely close, with an ambiguous tease, but Qin He saw contempt in it.
It was a malicious smile, like that of someone toying with prey.
"Shen Yicong, what exactly do you want?"
"Hmm? I kidnapped you, so naturally I have a request." Shen Yicong reached out, tucking Qin He's shoulder-length hair, playing with it in his hand and twirling it.
"You should get some sleep first. Others died before reaching their destination," Shen Yicong laughed.
Just as Qin He was about to speak, she saw Shen Yicong take out a silver syringe from the side.
Her heart leaped in alarm. Before she could resist, she saw the syringe plunge directly into her.
Watching Qin He's eyes gradually droop and her body slump into his arms, Shen Yicong casually threw the syringe out the window.
Erniang in the front seat turned her head back, "Master, are you alright?"
Shen Yicong's expression was calm, "I'm fine. Bring me the medical kit."
Soon, a silver medical kit was handed to him. Shen Yicong took out tweezers and removed the bullet buried in Qin He's leg.
During the process, the unconscious Qin He's brows furrowed tightly, and she let out a few muffled groans of pain.
Shen Yicong paused slightly and his movements became gentler.
Finally, there were bandages and antiseptic and hemostatic medicine. After bandaging Qin He's leg wound, he gently placed her back on the seat.
"Boss, is this woman very important?" Erniang couldn't help but ask, "Although that book is in her hands, even if her legs were broken, as long as she's conscious, we can still find out the whereabouts of the book."
Shen Yicong's expression was cold.
"Erniang, you're talking more and more lately."
"Sorry!"
Someone's gaze fell on Qin He's hands. Her slender white fingers looked like hands that played the piano, perfectly flawless.
He reached out and grasped them. When he felt the calluses on his fingertips, his lips curved slightly. These hands would be of great use.
Erniang in the front row accidentally saw Shen Yicong's action and was startled. Master Strategist had always been iron-willed. Even when on a mission in the US, he hadn't flinched when facing a famously beautiful actress and had shot her in the head.
But now—