Chapter 3

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Chapter 003: Blood-Stained Silver Needle

Because the scorching summer had not yet passed, Zhang Xiran was only wearing a thin white dress.

At this moment, she was held by Qin Feng's arm around her waist, and she could clearly feel the heat from his palm, as if struck by an electric current. Her body first trembled, then tensed up like a fully drawn bow, not daring to move.

The setting sun illuminated her charming face, clearly showing the shock and tension on it!

Originally, she thought Qin Feng was just joking, but she never expected him to be a man of action. Without waiting for her to speak, he directly held her waist, giving her no chance to speak or resist...

"Damn, let go of Goddess Xiran!"

"Damn, I want to kill someone!"

Seeing their idol being held by Qin Feng, the fans in the live stream were like cats whose tails had been stepped on, immediately losing their cool.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

At the same time, two black-clad men rushed towards Qin Feng without any prior agreement, moving extremely fast.

"That bastard is dead for sure!"

"I'll swear, if that bastard isn't beaten up, I'll live-stream myself being electrocuted by a fan!"

Seeing the two black-clad bodyguards rushing towards Qin Feng, the fans in the live stream were all ready to pounce, as if they were about to beat up Qin Feng themselves.

At the same time, Qin Feng cast his gaze towards the two black-clad bodyguards for the first time.

Just one look.

But it made the two black-clad bodyguards stop in their tracks!

They were like two speeding cars that had their brakes slammed, their feet skidding against the floor, making a light sound.

Because they realized a very important issue—Zhang Xiran was in Qin Feng's hands. If they acted rashly, what if Qin Feng harmed Zhang Xiran?

"Let go of Miss Xiran, or I guarantee you won't be able to leave this carriage!"

The two black-clad bodyguards stood less than a meter away from Qin Feng, their eyes like knives, their murderous intent unhidden.

"Beauty, I said I don't like being surrounded."

Qin Feng ignored the threats from the two black-clad bodyguards, not even looking at them again. He still held Zhang Xiran's sexy waist, "This is just a small punishment."

As he spoke, Qin Feng lightly pinched Zhang Xiran's waist.

"Ah..."

Zhang Xiran, who had never been so intimately touched by a man before, was originally very uneasy. At this moment, being pinched by Qin Feng, she let out a startled cry, her whole body trembling violently, her face instantly turning bright red.

Huh?

At the same time, Qin Feng's peripheral vision suddenly caught sight of a middle-aged man in a suit appearing at the carriage entrance, smiling and walking over.

This discovery made Qin Feng's eyes narrow!

From memory, he was certain that the middle-aged man had not been in the carriage before.

Moreover, he keenly noticed that the man's steps were very light and his pace was very fast.

This was not the behavior of a businessman!

"Whoosh—"

Just as Qin Feng felt something was amiss, a faint sound of something breaking through the air was heard.

A silver needle pierced through the air's resistance, like a silver light, instantly hitting one of the black-clad bodyguards.

Huh?

Qin Feng's pupils slightly contracted. He clearly saw a special watch on the middle-aged man's wrist, with a small hole on it—the silver needle had been shot from that hole!

Thud!

The black-clad bodyguard's body trembled, swaying like a drunk, and then fell to the ground, immediately unconscious.

Danger!

The other black-clad bodyguard, seeing his companion fall, realized the danger and quickly turned around, rushing forward to shield Zhang Xiran behind him.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of something breaking through the air was heard again. The middle-aged man in the suit pressed the button on his special watch again, and the silver needle whistled out, aiming for the throat of the second black-clad bodyguard.

The second black-clad bodyguard instinctively turned his head to dodge, but thinking of Zhang Xiran behind him, he swung his right hand, spreading his palm like a door, blocking in front of Zhang Xiran.

"Thud!"

The silver needle pierced through the second black-clad bodyguard's palm, blood gushing out. The potent anesthetic immediately spread through his body.

He swayed like a blade of grass in the wind, but with strong willpower, he did not fall to the ground. Instead, he turned his head, looking back with concern.

Clearly, he knew that although the speed of the silver needle had slowed, Zhang Xiran behind him would definitely not be able to dodge.

If Zhang Xiran was hit by the silver needle, even if it wasn't a fatal spot and she managed to survive, she would instantly fall unconscious and be taken away.

Huh?

The next moment.

The black-clad bodyguard's eyes widened in shock!

Because, following his gaze, he could clearly see that the blood-stained silver needle aimed at Zhang Xiran had been caught between Qin Feng's right index and middle fingers!

"How... how is this possible?"

The black-clad bodyguard's mind was filled with this question, and then he collapsed to the ground!

"Phew~"

Seeing this, the middle-aged man secretly breathed a sigh of relief, completely ignoring the frightened looks of the surrounding passengers, and walked towards Zhang Xiran with a smile.

Because, according to the precise intelligence he had, Zhang Xiran had only brought two bodyguards on this trip.

And just now, the scene of Qin Feng catching the silver needle had been blocked by the second black-clad bodyguard's body, so the middle-aged man had not seen it.

Therefore, in the middle-aged man's view, he had already dealt with the two bodyguards and believed that completing the task was now a certainty.

Swish!

Seeing the middle-aged man approaching, Zhang Xiran was so scared that her face turned pale, and she subconsciously threw herself at Qin Feng, her body trembling uncontrollably as if she had been electrocuted.

Tension, fear...

She clung to Qin Feng like a drowning person grabbing a straw, completely blocking the middle-aged man's view, preventing him from seeing the silver needle in Qin Feng's hand.

"Miss Zhang, don't imagine he can save you, and don't struggle. Follow me obediently!"

The middle-aged man soon approached, sneering, completely ignoring Qin Feng, "Boy, if you don't want to die, put your head down and hide under the seat, pretending you saw nothing."

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Hearing the middle-aged man's words, Zhang Xiran's throat moved in fear, wanting to say something but unable to utter a word, her heart beating like a drum, very fast.

"I also warn you, don't imagine you can escape."

Facing the middle-aged man's threats, Qin Feng responded, as if talking about something trivial, his tone light and casual.

"Uh..."

Hearing Qin Feng's words, Zhang Xiran's trembling body suddenly stiffened, then she looked at Qin Feng in shock.

Although she had subconsciously clung to Qin Feng out of fear, she had never thought that Qin Feng would risk his life to protect her.

If even Zhang Xiran thought this way, how much more so the middle-aged man?

"You... what did you say?"

The middle-aged man was taken aback, as if he had heard the coldest joke in the world, looking at Qin Feng as if he were an idiot.

"How can I deal with him if you're hugging me like this?"

Qin Feng ignored the middle-aged man and gently patted Zhang Xiran's shoulder.

Zhang Xiran subconsciously released her hands, then stared blankly as Qin Feng stood up, took a step, and shielded her behind him.

Looking at Qin Feng's back, Zhang Xiran felt that his sturdy figure was like a mountain, standing proudly, giving her a sense of security she had never felt before, and dispelling her fear and unease.

Huh?

As Qin Feng stood up, the middle-aged man immediately sensed something different about him, feeling an intangible pressure, and the expression of confidence on his face vanished.

"Uh..."

Then, the middle-aged man's pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze fixed on Qin Feng's right hand, more precisely, on the silver needle.

The silver needle was held between Qin Feng's middle and index fingers, stained with blood, a shocking sight!

Although the anesthetic on the silver needle was several times stronger than ordinary anesthetics, Qin Feng's fingers had no wounds, so the anesthetic could not enter his body, and he was not in danger.

"How did the silver needle end up in your hand?"

The middle-aged man tried to suppress his shock, striving to appear calm, but the frantic twitching of his eye muscles betrayed his true state—nervousness!

"Put your head down and hide under the seat, or I'll kick you there. Choose one!"

Qin Feng's response was nonchalant, his tone leaving no room for negotiation.