Contract Marriage: Billionaire and His Deaf Wife

Chapter 917: Gain and Loss (3)

Solely looking at those eyes, they were as eerie and cold as a black ice surface.

Chairman Hong trembled all over, and hoarsely said, "You won’t kill me, will you? Only I can open that door in the basement."

Upon hearing this, it seemed the one with the intent to kill was not the armed man resembling a special forces operative, but Cyclops standing behind him.

Suddenly, Cyclops drew a dagger from the tip of the cane he was holding.

The sound of the blade leaving the sheath sliced through the air, emitting a cold, bloody scream.

With the elevator door between them, in such a circumstance, unless one possesses an unimaginable level of sharpness to such crisis situations, it might be too late.

As Cyclops thrust the dagger towards Chairman Hong’s heart on his back, the armed man swiftly reached out a hand, with god-like strength, effortlessly pulling Chairman Hong out of the doorway.

Chairman Hong screamed like a pig being slaughtered. Because Cyclops didn’t manage to stab the knife into his heart, it instead tore through his clothes and grazed his back.

Blood from the knife traced a river of red through the air, and if observed through a slow-motion camera, one would find that across the bloody river, Cyclops and the armed man’s eyes met once again.

Cyclops’ mouth twisted into a grotesque snarl, like a wild boar’s mouth with fangs.

The other man looked coldly at his face.

Cyclops raised the cane in his hand, aiming the other end at him.

The man immediately stepped back, and as the elevator doors closed with perfect timing, a bullet already fired through the gap in the door from inside the elevator. The man turned sideways, dodging just in time, the bullet grazing his right arm on the solid black tight suit, revealing a smoking hole.

Then, a few similarly equipped people standing behind the man shouted in unison, "Young Master Wei!"

The man simply waved his hand in response, so these people immediately split into two groups, one group continuing the pursuit of Cyclops upstairs.

The nearly-dead Chairman Hong lay face down on the ground, panting heavily, sweating profusely, with a shocking pool of blood behind him.

Young Master Wei slightly bent one knee, glanced at the seemingly dead Mr. Hong with eyes closed, and said to the two people remaining below, "He’s not dead. Get him up and keep moving."

Quickly, the two men dragged him up from the ground.

Chairman Hong had to open his eyes, wailing, "I’ve lost a lot of blood, I need to see a doctor!"

"Are you sure you want to see a doctor?" Young Master Wei, hearing his voice, slowly turned his head and simultaneously revealed a sharp little knife in his hand, with a gleam like a scalpel.

On the spot, Mr. Hong was scared into wetting himself, shouting, "No, I don’t want to!"

"Move!" The man escorting the prisoner gave Mr. Hong a push, saying, "If Young Master Wei hadn’t been quick-eyed and deft just now, you’d already be dead in their hands. Now is your final moment to fight for your life. If you dare play any tricks—"

"No, I won’t, I won’t dare." Chairman Hong raised his hands to show submission while cautiously glancing at the man walking ahead, clearly the leader of this group, referred to as Young Master Wei. In a flattering voice, he quietly said, "Young Master Wei, my little eyes couldn’t see, I never knew Young Master Wei—"

"You didn’t know me?"

The man’s voice was as cold as an icy surface exuding a chill, devoid of any warmth.