Le Jianghu de Feng Qingcheng et Mo Xibei

Chapitre 74

“Okay! I promise…” The word “promise” was not finished.

"Bang! Bang!" Two deafening gunshots rang out immediately.

"Ah! Ah!" After two screams, the two swords held to Qing'er and Ling'er's necks fell to the ground. The two gray-clad figures behind them also collapsed to the ground.

As the gray-clad men looked in bewilderment toward the source of the sound, Xuanyuan had already flown to the side of Qing'er and Ling'er, who were frozen in shock by the door, carrying Xiaojie. Leng Jie whispered in Xuanyuan's ear.

"Li! Put me down right now. Before they can react, quickly go and test the power of the grenade. Remember to throw it far away, then immediately lie down."

Xuanyuan nodded and gently placed her beside Qing'er. Then, he opened the wooden box on the ground and took out a grenade. Looking down, he saw that Leng Jie had already shielded Qing'er and Ling'er with her body. He imitated Leng Jie, pulled the fuse, and threw it forcefully at the gray-clad man. Then, he threw himself on top of Leng Jie, protecting them both with his body.

It all happened so fast, so fast that the gray-clad men didn't even understand what was happening. With a deafening "BOOM!", they were torn apart. After everything calmed down, Leng Jie, who was being suffocated by Xuan Yuan, hurriedly shouted to him:

"Xuanyuan, are you alright? Get up quickly!"

After a long silence from Xuanyuan, Leng Jie felt a pang of panic. Had he also been affected by the residual force of the explosives? She tried to push Xuanyuan off her back, but with an arrow in her ribs, she couldn't muster any strength in her waist. Qing'er and Ling'er, trapped beneath them, were even more immobile. Leng Jie thought that if even one of the gray-clad men escaped, the four of them were doomed.

The old saying goes, "Good things don't come true, but bad things do," and that's absolutely true. She had just finished thinking this when several footsteps came from outside the courtyard gate. Then she heard a rough-looking man shout, "What's going on? What was that sound just now?"

No one answered, then his exclamation was heard:

"Damn! What is that smell? It's awful!"

Then another shrill voice suddenly screamed:

"My goodness! Who is so powerful? They actually slaughtered the second brother and his dozens of men, leaving no survivors and not even a trace of their bodies!"

Leng Jie was praying that he would stop there and not go any further. Then another, slightly deeper male voice rang out.

"It must be the result of that loud bang! I wonder what could have been so powerful. Quick, see if there are any survivors?"

"Damn it! This is what they call 'when it rains, it pours'," Leng Jie cursed inwardly. Sure enough, before she could finish her curse, an annoying voice came from above her.

"Boss, there are a few breathing guys here."

Then Leng Jie felt a lightness in her body; Xuan Yuan had been pulled away. Leng Jie quickly took a few long breaths. At the same time, she glanced at Xuan Yuan, who was being pushed aside like a dead man. Seeing that his face hadn't turned blue, she was certain he was only stunned. Only then could she exhale the breath she had been holding.

She was quickly lifted up by a hand. She discreetly concealed the gun in her hand; thankfully, she had just changed into Qing'er's clothes. His sleeves were large and long, flowing like water sleeves. She lowered her arm, and the sleeves completely covered her hand.

Qing'er was pulled up for the third time. As soon as she got up, she rushed to Leng Jie and asked anxiously, "Miss, are you alright?"

"I'm fine! Quickly help Ling'er up." Leng Jie saw that Ling'er, who had an injured leg, was also lifted up by the gorilla's hand, so she hurriedly called Qing'er to help.

Upon hearing this, Qing'er quickly turned around and supported Ye Ling'er, who was unable to stand steadily.

"Which of you is Xiyu?" the leader of the gray-clad men asked sternly.

Qing'er was about to speak when Leng Jie answered first:

"I am!"

The man in gray took two steps closer to Leng Jie, his sinister eyes scanning her from head to toe. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Leng Jie's chin, leering lewdly saying:

"Hehe! You little bitch, you really do have the face of a vixen who could bring ruin to a country! No wonder that Crown Prince of Xiping was still thinking about you even on his deathbed. But it seems too wasteful to just hand you over to the people of Xiping like this. Let me deflower you and then send you to the King of Xiping to be dealt with!"

"Boss, such a rare beauty, let the subordinates have a taste too!" the other gray-clad men immediately egged on.

Enraged by the gray-clad man's words, Qing'er and Ling'er gritted their teeth and glared at him with bloodshot eyes. If looks could kill, they would have already taken them down.

Leng Jie, whose chin was being pinched, reacted quite differently. Instead of glaring angrily, she gave the gray gorilla who was verbally abusing her a seductive smile. Then, with a blink, she threw him a thousand-volt flirtatious look, causing the hand gripping her chin to tremble and abruptly withdraw. But Leng Jie wasn't about to let him off the hook. Deliberately clutching her wound, she swayed and fell onto him. The gorilla, already dazed from Leng Jie's charms, was overjoyed to see a beauty willingly throwing herself into his arms.

Aside from Qing'er and Ling'er, who were stunned into silence, the onlookers, all knowing that Xiyu was a prostitute, had no suspicion whatsoever about her behavior.

Just as they were wide-eyed, eager to see their boss perform, he suddenly trembled in a spasm-like manner. Everyone thought in unison, "No way? Boss ejaculated before he even touched her?" But before they could finish their thought, a pig-like scream rang in their ears.

"ah--!"

Upon closer inspection, the leader was clutching his manhood tightly with both hands, his feet pounding wildly. His face was covered, so his expression couldn't be seen, but judging from the sweat on his forehead and the intensity of his scream, he was definitely not enjoying himself.

"What did you do to him?" The gray-clad man with the rough voice was the first to react, and he asked Leng Jie sternly.

Leng Jie casually pressed a pressure point on the gang leader, rendering him unable to jump. He could only howl in pain. Then, pointing the gun at his head, she turned to the person who had asked the question and replied with a smile:

"Nothing much? I just turned him into a eunuch! I've wanted to do this for a long time, but I haven't been able to find a guinea pig to work with. So, it's been three years. But he's lucky to be the first eunuch I've ever worked with."

Leng Jie's soft, gentle voice sent a chill down the spines of the gray-clad men present. Those who had also harbored lustful thoughts towards her were even more startled and retreated repeatedly.

"Hmph! Impossible! I've been watching you the whole time, and you haven't made a single move." A gray-clad man standing opposite Leng Jie roared in disbelief.

Leng Jie beckoned to him with her finger and said with a smile, "You don't believe me? Why don't you come and try?"

The disbelieving man in gray immediately waved his hand and stepped back.

"Kill this filthy bitch right now!" At this moment, the leader, who had been wailing while holding the treasure, finally caught his breath and shouted the order.

Leng Jie pressed the gun against his head and shouted sharply, "Anyone who dares to come closer, I'll kill him first."

After saying that, Leng Jie saw that they weren't afraid at all and were still charging towards them. She suddenly remembered that after the leader of the group of gray-clad men died, the remaining men fought even more fiercely. So she immediately continued:

"Then I'll castrate you all. My exclusive secret—I can make you fulfill your dream of becoming a eunuch without shedding blood. Anyone who wants to be a eunuch, come here."

This last sentence worked; the people rushing forward immediately stopped.

Although she had temporarily frightened them, Leng Jie's heart was pounding. Escaping alone wouldn't be difficult, but carrying the unconscious Xuan Yuan, the injured Ling'er, and Qing'er was proving too much for her. There were twelve men in gray, and she only had four bullets left in her gun. One of the silver needles in her ring had been removed from the ring after the leader was castrated, leaving only three. Even if she hit every shot, she could only eliminate seven. What about the remaining five?

Use a grenade? They're so close now; that would be suicide, taking them all down with them. But she wasn't ready to die yet! Just as Leng Jie's mind was racing, the eunuch urged again:

"What are you all standing there for? Get up there! Chop this bitch down for me. Then take that man on the ground back to the master. After I die, whoever avenges me will be the boss!"

So that's their rule! No wonder those men fought so fiercely earlier! A thought flashed through Leng Jie's mind, but then she realized the gray-clad leader was already dead, bleeding from all seven orifices. They had hidden poison under their tongues—something Leng Jie hadn't considered. But there was no time for her to think about it further; the gray-clad men who wanted to be the leader were already pouncing on her. She quickly pulled the trigger.

"Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap!"

After four gunshots, the four gray-clad men at the front fell to the ground, struck between the eyebrows. Those behind, witnessing its power, immediately ceased their attack. The gray-clad men had never seen such a weapon before; the sound of its attack caused them to fall instantly. They were all stunned. However, although they stopped attacking, they showed no sign of being deterred.

Leng Jie had run out of bullets, and all she could do was rely on her willpower to scare them into stopping their advance. Suddenly, Leng Jie's gaze fell on Xuan Yuan on the ground, and a flicker of joy flashed in her eyes. They could only place their hopes on Xuan Yuan now. She turned to Qing'er and said:

"Qing'er! Put Ling'er down on the ground and sit down. Come here to me."

Qing'er obediently helped Ye Ling'er sit down on the ground and then quickly leaped to Leng Jie's side. Leng Jie placed the pistol in Qing'er's hand and then loudly said to her:

"Just gently tap here whenever you see any of them daring to step forward."

Leng Jie spoke simply and casually, as if the bullet would automatically aim at its target. Even Qing'er believed her completely, confidently gripping her gun and pointing it at the men in gray. Naturally, the men in gray dared not move.

After instructing Qing'er, Leng Jie quickly moved to Xuan Yuan's side. She took out a gold needle and inserted it into his philtrum, then pressed on his chest and forcefully patted it, performing CPR. Just as she was sweating profusely, Xuan Yuan's eyebrows finally twitched slightly. Leng Jie quickly removed the gold needle, and Xuan Yuan immediately regained consciousness. The first thing he asked upon opening his eyes was:

"Xiaojie, are you alright?"

Seeing that Xuanyuan was awake, Leng Jie's heart, which had been pounding wildly, finally stopped. She smiled brightly at Xuanyuan:

"I'm fine now that you're awake, but if you hadn't woken up, things might have gotten worse?"

Hearing these words from Xuanyuan was more beautiful than any sweet talk! Didn't this mean that Xiaojie finally needed his protection? Because in the past, it was almost always Xiaojie who protected him in times of danger, something that had always made this great man, the ruler of a nation, feel secretly ashamed. Xuanyuan excitedly jumped up and said to Leng Jie, gently but firmly:

"I won't let anything happen to you! Your injury means you can't use internal energy anymore, so just sit here and rest." He then called out to Qing'er:

"Qing'er! Come here and watch over your young lady and your sister Ling'er."

"Yes," Qing'er replied crisply, then retreated to Leng Jie and Ling'er's side, gun in hand. The muzzle of her gun remained pointed at the men in gray. Leng Jie, of course, didn't let her put it down. Wouldn't that give her more confidence? Leng Jie was bandaging Ye Ling'er's leg wound. The wound wasn't deep, because her thigh was covered only by a layer of skin, revealing the underlying tendons, blood vessels, and bones.

Chapter 107 A Tumultuous Time

Just as Xuanyuan was about to finish off the remaining gray-clad men, Duanmu Xingchen, looking exhausted and anxious, rushed into the backyard. When he saw the river of blood and the scattered limbs, he was momentarily stunned. But in that instant, his gaze found its target and he rushed straight towards Leng Jie.

"Don't come any closer!" Qing'er shouted sternly, pointing her gun at Duanmu as she saw another stranger enter.

Duanmu had no idea of the power of the little thing in Qing'er's hand, so he ignored her. He glanced at Qing'er, then leaped to Leng Jie's side, who was sitting on the ground bandaging Ye Ling'er, and asked anxiously:

"Xiaojie, are you alright? I'm so sorry I'm late!"

"Do I look like I'm in trouble?" Leng Jie looked up and replied with a smile. Then she asked, "You must be having a hard time on your end too! How's that Prince of Xiping doing?"

"He's not dead, but he's barely alive. I've already sent him back to the post station and handed him over to his men. I rushed back because I was worried about your safety. I'm going to help the Emperor." Duanmu finished speaking briefly and was about to join the battle.

Leng Jie immediately stopped her, saying, "No, you don't need to worry about this. Go back to the post station immediately. I suspect that some of the envoys are also people associated with the former crown prince. Things are getting more and more complicated. You must escort the Crown Prince of Xiping back to his country without leaving his side. If possible, kidnap him and send him back first. As for the other envoys, you don't need to worry about them."

After speaking, Leng Jie pointed to the two gray-clad men at the door who had been kidnapping Qing'er and the others. The men, whose arms Leng Jie had struck, said:

"Take those two witnesses back and hand them over to that Prince Xiping. A splash of water will wake them up. Oh, and make sure to remove the poison from under their tongues first, so they don't give up and commit suicide again. They are important witnesses. Otherwise, that self-righteous and stupid Prince Xiping won't believe that he was murdered by his partner."

Duanmu Xingchen glanced at the situation; the Emperor truly didn't need his help anymore. His sword had already pierced the chest of the last man in gray. He gave Leng Jie a deep look, then nodded helplessly in response:

"Okay! I'll go now. Take care!"

"Don't worry about me. Just be careful. We can mobilize manpower whenever needed. Remember to keep in touch with us," Leng Jie earnestly instructed.

Although Xuanyuan had met Duanmu twice, Duanmu had always been in disguise. Therefore, when he saw a strange man approaching Leng Jie, he hastily accelerated the end of the battle. After dealing with his enemy, he leaped to Leng Jie's side. Without a word, he placed his sword against Duanmu's neck.

"Xuanyuan, don't get agitated! He's one of us," Leng Jie quickly explained upon seeing the situation.

"Who is Xiao Jie?" Xuan Yuan asked coldly, sheathing his sword.

"Duanmu Xingchen greets Your Majesty!" Upon gaining his freedom, Xingchen hurriedly clasped his hands in a salute to Xuanyuan.

Xuanyuan immediately looked at Duanmu Xingchen carefully and asked in surprise:

"It's you? What are you doing here?"

Xingchen was about to explain when Leng Jie interrupted her, saying:

"Alright, Brother Duanmu, you should hurry up and take care of your business! Delay could lead to complications." After saying that, Leng Jie turned to Xuanyuan and said, "I will answer the Emperor's question later."

Although Xuanyuan felt uneasy, he didn't object to Leng Jie's words. He was eager for the man gazing at her with such affection to disappear immediately if Xiao Jie agreed to explain. So, he calmly said to Duanmu Xingchen:

"If you have something urgent to attend to, you should go ahead!"

"Thank you, Your Majesty!" Duanmu said, then bowed to Leng Jie and said, "I'm leaving now. Wait for me to come back!" With that, he picked up a gray-clad man in each hand, leaped onto the roof, and disappeared into the night.

"Take care!" Leng Jie shouted loudly at his retreating figure.

After several successful trigger pulls without a sound, Qing'er stared blankly at the gun in her hand for a long while. Undeterred, she pulled the trigger a few more times, but still no sound came as expected.

"Qing'er, don't try anymore. There's no ammunition left, you won't be able to fire anything." Although Leng Jie didn't look at Qing'er, she could imagine Qing'er's expression from the sound of her repeatedly pulling the trigger.

Upon hearing this, Qing'er was stunned. She suddenly squatted down, handed the pistol to Leng Jie, and pouted, complaining:

"Miss, you're bluffing Qing'er again!"

Leng Jie took the gun and put it back in the leather holster at her waist. She shook her head and replied:

"Silly Qing'er, this time I'm not trying to fool you, but those bad guys."

Qing'er wanted to say something, but Xuanyuan spoke first.