"You mean its cultural value, right? But I really can't give it to you. I'm entrusted with its safekeeping by someone else; it's not my own property, and I can't just give it away casually." Song Hao said.
"I don't care about that, I just want it," Luo Feiying said resolutely.
"Then there's no other way, just shoot!" Song Hao closed his eyes.
"You..." Luo Feiying felt mocked and became somewhat annoyed.
"You're really not afraid of death? Then I'll grant your wish!" Luo Feiying said deliberately in a harsh voice.
Song Hao ignored her and turned to look out the car window. "The weather is nice today!" he sighed.
"You bastard!" Luo Feiying angrily smacked Song Hao on the forehead with the gun barrel, then dejectedly and helplessly put the pistol away.
A streak of bright red blood trickled down Song Hao's forehead. He shook his head and gave a bitter smile, saying, "You can still be saved!"
Luo Fei sat there, rolling her eyes in anger. She saw blood flowing down Song Hao's forehead in the car mirror, paused for a moment, and then reached out to hand him a tissue.
"Thank you!" Song Hao took the bloodstains and wiped them away.
"That's not right! I was hit by you, why should I thank you? Take back those two words!" Song Hao said with a smile.
"You..." Luo Feiying was so angry that she couldn't say a word.
"I don't believe a girl like you would shoot me. Even if you did, we'd both die," Song Hao said solemnly. He then tucked the needle he had hidden in his sleeve.
Luo Feiying looked at Song Hao in surprise, wondering why he would say that, and felt that he was not joking.
The two then sat quietly in the car, no longer speaking.
Luo Feiying was surprised that she had shown mercy to this man. Normally, while she wouldn't have killed Song Hao outright, she would have crippled him, forcing him to reveal his secret. Yet today, she couldn't bring herself to do it. Why? Was this stubborn and strange man different from the men she usually encountered? When he first escaped from her grasp, she had felt a strange sense of melancholy…
Chapter Fifty Shooting
A black Mercedes-Benz pulled up silently. By the time Song Hao and Luo Feiying noticed, two burly men had already stepped out of the car and were standing next to them, each pulling out a pistol from their waist and pointing it at them.
"People from the Demon Needle Sect?" Song Hao exclaimed in surprise.
"No!" A look of fear appeared on Luo Feiying's face.
"You must be Mr. Song Hao. Please come with us." A man stood outside the car window, said to Song Hao, and brandished the gun in his hand.
"Come out, all of you!" another shouted.
Song Hao and Luo Feiying got out of the car and stood together.
"Mr. Song Hao, it wasn't easy to find you!" a man said with a relaxed smile.
"Who are you? What do you want with me?" Song Hao asked.
“You don’t need to know who we are, and you should know what we’re looking for,” the man said.
"Hehe! This chick is pretty!" Another man looked at Luo Feiying, let out a lewd laugh, and reached out to touch Luo Feiying's face.
"You scoundrel!" Luo Feiying raised her hand and slapped the man across the face.
"Damn it! How dare you hit me! Believe me or not, I'll shoot you dead!" the man said angrily, raising his gun and pointing it at Luo Feiying's head.
"Don't make things difficult for my friend, I can go with you," Song Hao said quickly upon seeing this.
Luo Feiying, who was being forced to stand at gunpoint by the man, was taken aback upon hearing this.
"Of course you're coming with us. As for this woman! It's a waste to let her go. Let me have some fun first." As he spoke, the man pushed Luo Feiying against the car and grabbed her by the neck.
"Let her go!" Song Hao rushed forward angrily, trying to pull the man away from Luo Feiying. Although Luo Feiying was currently also the hostage-taker, he couldn't tolerate a girl being violated in front of him.
"Don't move!" A pistol was pressed against Song Hao's waist, and the man behind him said coldly, "Our orders are only to take you back alone. The people with you will have to be dealt with."
"Song Hao..." Luo Feiying cried out in despair as another man pressed her against the car.
Song Hao calmly assessed the situation: the two armed men were positioned one in front and one behind, within a meter of each other...
"Alright, I'll go with you now, but you have to release this girl..." As he spoke, Song Hao suddenly thrust out both hands simultaneously, inserting two needles into the Zhangmen acupoint on the waist of the man in front and the Jingmen acupoint on the ribs of the man behind him. With a tremor of his fingers, he unleashed a Thunderclap Needle Technique on both men. The two men froze in place instantly.
Song Hao's surprise attack was successful. He stepped forward, pulled the man off Luo Feiying, and smiled, asking, "Are you alright?"
"Song Hao, you..." Luo Feiying was still in shock, not understanding why Song Hao had subdued the two men with a simple gesture, as if it were some kind of magical acupressure.
Immediately, Luo Feiying, now free, flashed a cold light in her eyes, snatched a pistol from one of the men, and fired two shots into the heads of both men. Their brains splattered, and they collapsed to the ground.
"Don't kill anyone!" Song Hao was too late to stop them and stood there stunned.
"Anyone who offends me must die!" Luo Feiying said coldly as she stood there.
"Why bother?" Song Hao shook his head helplessly.
Luo Feiying then searched the two men and their Mercedes-Benz, frowning as she asked, "Who are they? There's nothing that reveals their identities."
"Get in the car and let's go." Luo Feiying got into her car and called to Song Hao.
“I’m not going with you.” Song Hao shook his head. He had witnessed Luo Feiying’s ruthless killing; he had never seen such a vicious woman before, and he was somewhat afraid to stay with her any longer.
“These two could get reinforcements at any time. If you don’t leave now, you’ll still fall into their hands. Don’t regret it then,” Luo Feiying said, staring at Song Hao.
"Sigh!" Song Hao shook his head and sighed, then got back into the car.
A mysterious yet smug smile appeared on Luo Feiying's lips as she drove away.
"Thank you!" Luo Feiying said expressionlessly, her eyes fixed on the road ahead, her hands gripping the steering wheel.