Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online

Chapter 830 - 833 I’m Not Worthy 1

Miyai had never expected the situation to turn so suddenly. His right arm was injured, and when he intended to grab the gun with his left hand, Yan Fengchi discovered his intent. In the next second, Yan Fengchi searched him all over with professional movements, confiscating all the weapons on him. Just as he was about to replace Luo Xi to control Miyai, Luo Xi shook her head, "I have a bomb on my back, get it out."

"What?"

"An implanted bomb, hurry!" Luo Xi barked.

Gu Shaocheng still pointed the gun at Miyai, smiling, "Mr. Miyai, it seems you’ll need to escort us out. I’m really sorry for the fright at our first meeting."

If it hadn’t been for his quick reaction moments before, even after drawing the gun aiming at Miyai, Luo Xi might have been riddled with bullets by Miyai’s men by now.

This arbitrary woman never gives any warning before taking action.

He definitely needed to teach her a lesson when they returned!

The precondition was: they had to withdraw quickly.

Over the earpiece, Kevin muttered something, reporting about the retreat outside. The security outside the folding gates was unusually tight, and his mercenary group was trying to engage with the enemy. Even if he didn’t mention it, Gu Shaocheng had already heard the gunshots.

Luo Xi propped herself up, and Yan Fengchi quickly pulled out a knife to cut open the back of her shirt, revealing a horrific, stitched-up wound that was merely treated with gauze. He felt a sting in his eyes just looking at it.

Extract the implanted bomb now?

Without any medical equipment and no means to disinfect, he might have been able to bring himself to remove it if it were one of his teammates or a man, but the subject was Luo Xi... He knew he shouldn’t regard this woman with the softness reserved for a vulnerable little rabbit, but to forcefully tear open her wound and pick out the object embedded in her flesh with a knife... Yan Fengchi steeled himself but still couldn’t do it.

The longer the standoff dragged on, the worse it got for them.

Luo Xi, running out of strength, feared she couldn’t hold on any longer and roared hoarsely, "Stop fussing and do it, if you can’t, get someone else to remove this bomb with a tracking device from my back!"

Miyai, an old hand weathered by many battles, remained calm even when held hostage, merely smiling as he said, "Little girl, let me advise you, don’t bother. The bomb will explode the moment it leaves your body; try it and see."

"If it explodes, don’t think you’ll live either; I’ll take you down to hell with me!"

Luo Xi took a breath, resigned to her fate, and angrily said, "Yan Fengchi, hurry the hell up!"

"No, he’s right, the bomb will explode the moment it leaves your body!" Yan Fengchi forcibly reopened her stitched wound, letting blood pour out, and made his judgment after just a glance.

An authoritarian tracker, which would trigger the explosive device and reduce a person to minced meat once moved from the body.

"What do we do now?" Should she have to live forever with this cursed device?

And how would they escape?

The entirety of Tokyo was Miyai’s playground; once they stepped out the door, they’d be hunted down no matter where they went. Furthermore, with someone constantly tracking your location, it wasn’t even a pursuit—it was slaughter!

Yan Fengchi quickly bandaged her with the simple gauze, gritting his teeth with frustration, "We can’t remove it now, let’s get out of here first!"