Chapter 971: Chapter 971: Xiao Yehui Unconscious

Xiao Yehui controlled the prosthetic arm to gradually tighten, leaning forward, his eyes glancing at some direction behind her, “Tell me, is it you who will die tonight or me?”

Li Qiao’s gaze stirred slightly.

She held her breath, raised her hand through the inside of Xiao Yehui’s elbow, and with a backhand grip pinched his upper left arm, her eyes burning and sharp, “You can’t die yet.”

With just a few simple words, Xiao Yehui chuckled softly, but the laughter was still lingering at his lips when Li Qiao moved swiftly.

She moved extremely fast, thrusting her shoulder back, her wrist exerting force at the same time. In the blink of an eye, she had broken off the prosthetic arm Xiao Yehui had worn for years from the opposite direction.

The prosthetic arm slipped from his sleeve, the empty sleeve fluttering gently in the night breeze.

Xiao Yehui backed up by inertia, finally unable to withstand the excruciating pain from the gunshot wound, staggered and knelt on one knee in front of Li Qiao.

Only then did Li Qiao see that his black suit trousers were stained red on the deck.

Xiao Yehui knelt with his broken arm, his head lowered, contemplating something unknown.

The group of Royal Knights, due to wrist injuries, could not hold their guns and were being beaten back by Shen Qingye and the others.

However, Xiao Yehui wasn’t so easy to capture; he slowly lifted his head, his eyes flickering, brimming with intense emotion.

His face was ashen, throat moving constantly, and after a long while, he closed his eyes and suddenly raised his right hand to make a slow gesture.

Li Qiao listened closely, her expression changing slightly.

She bent over and grabbed Xiao Yehui’s collar, yanking him up with great force, and kicked him off the boat’s railing.

Xiao Yehui fell backward into the lake, and Li Qiao simultaneously shouted to Yun Lih and the others, “Jump ship.”

Fortunately, the long-formed tacit understanding made them exceptionally sensitive to Li Qiao’s command.

Yun Lih, Su Moshi, and others kicked away the obstacles beside them, four figures dashed to the edge of the deck and leaped off.

Three seconds later, the yacht exploded.

The earth-shattering sound accompanied by thick mist and smoke rolled up layers of water mist.

“Qiaoqiao—”

“Qi Qi—”

Two low roars mingled in the explosion, and countless searchlights lit up in the distance.

The pitch-dark lake surface was fully illuminated; besides the four yachts Xiao Yehui brought, there were seven or eight black boats surrounding from behind.

It’s an encirclement, also providing escort for Li Qiao.

The boats were entirely black, anchored far away on the lake surface, barely discernible to the naked eye.

The explosion happened so suddenly, without warning.

At this moment, standing at the bow of the ship, Shang Yu was the first to dive into the water; Zong Zhan and Jin Rong exchanged a glance and also jumped into the lake.

Xia Siyu, wrapped in a bath towel, stood dumbfounded on the boat, pupils reflecting the flames on the lake, murmuring helplessly, “Qi Zai will be fine, definitely will be.”

And in the wooden cabin behind her, Mother Yin lay unconscious with her eyes closed, while Zuo Tang crouched at her feet, bandaging her wounds.

Soon, Zuo Xuan and others controlled the yacht to approach, everyone’s expression was extremely solemn.

Xiao Yehui had actually planted a bomb on his yacht, a move indeed unforeseen.

Was he trying to kill Li Qiao or himself?

The Maine River was in a state of chaos.

Thick smoke billowed, yacht debris drifted with the waves, and many Royal Knights struggled to survive in the water, some were dead, others injured.

Quickly, ten meters away from the yacht, Su Moshi surfaced first, wiping water droplets from his face and looking around.

Soon, Yun Lih and Song Liao also emerged, immediately searching for Li Qiao’s figure.

When they jumped the ship, Li Qiao hadn’t jumped yet.

If she’d been a step late…

“Hey, damn it, it hurts…” At this moment, Shen Qingye howled in the water, holding his head.

He wasn’t injured from the explosion; his head hit a piece of ship debris when he surfaced.

“Old Three, did you see Qi Zai?”

Shen Qingye’s gaze trembled, disregarding his head, splashing water with both hands, shouting loudly, “Brat—Li Qiao—Brat—”

At this moment, Jin Rong and Zong Zhan forcibly dragged Shang Yu out of the water, one on each side, their expressions serious, “Shaoyan, calm down.”

The man’s cropped hair clung to his forehead, his eyes were as cold as frosty stars, “Let go.”

Zong Zhan shook his hair, patiently comforting, “Sister-in-law will be fine. You’ve been holding your breath underwater for too long, your heart and lungs won’t take it, take a breath, we’ll wait later…”

“I told you to let go.” Shang Yu’s nostrils flared, his steely eyebrows as cold as severe winter.

He pushed Zong Zhan and Jin Rong away, turned and dove back underwater.

Without finding Li Qiao, what was heart and lung?

Time passed, no more than the snap of a finger.

Yet everyone felt as if time had been infinitely prolonged, the serene waters of the lake flowing deep, only the burning wreckage of the yacht occasionally crackling.

“Li Qiao—”

Shen Qingye tilted his head back and roared to the sky; if something happened to her…

Bubbles gurgled up from ten meters away in the lake.

Not very clear, but the water’s surface was roiling violently.

The searchlights instantly shifted to where the bubbles emerged, and a head popped out of the water, gasping unevenly, “Still alive… come help.”

“Qi Zai, Qi Zai…”

Shen Qingye hollered a few more times, quickly treading water towards Li Qiao.

Yun Lih and others let out a deep breath of relief as if surviving a catastrophe.

Everyone in the water drew closer to Li Qiao, and as they neared, they saw she was dragging someone.

It was the unconscious Xiao Yehui.

Su Moshi promptly moved forward to support Xiao Yehui’s shoulder, easing Li Qiao’s burden.

Meanwhile, Shen Qingye pursed his lips, asking obscurely, “Why save him?”

Li Qiao took a breath, not yet answering, Su Moshi preempted, “He’s useful, he can’t die yet.”

Shen Qingye turned his face away, saying nothing.

Song Liao swam to Li Qiao, carefully examining her, “Brat, are you alright?”

Li Qiao glanced subtly at the unconscious Xiao Yehui and shook her head, “No.”

“Good that you’re alright, I’ll go tell Master Yan.”

After speaking, Song Liao dived in with a plop.

Li Qiao’s pupils shrunk, tilting her head towards Yun Lih, “Did he come down?”

Yun Lih pushed the hair on his forehead to the top of his head, nodding, “He’s been underwater looking for you.”

Li Qiao tilted her head back, took a deep breath, and the next second dove underwater.

Yun Lih looked worried, “Her body…”

Su Moshi looked at Xiao Yehui, pursing his lips with a sigh, “It’ll be fine, her tight-fitting suit is specially made, highly pressure-resistant.”

Li Qiao dared to make a move, proving she had a clear mind.

The only variable tonight was Xiao Yehui burying a bomb in his yacht.

In a blink, Li Qiao and Shang Yu surfaced first, followed closely by Song Liao, Jin Rong, and Zong Zhan.

The man’s wet, short hair clung messily around his brow ridge, he cupped Li Qiao’s face with both hands, breathing heavily, “Are you okay?”

Li Qiao reached out to wipe the water droplets off his handsome face, smiling and shaking her head, “No, don’t worry.”

Shang Yu buried his handsome face, pecking her lips repeatedly, his voice hoarse beyond recognition, “I want to check.”

Li Qiao’s hands gently wrapped around the man’s shoulders, reciprocating his lips, softly soothing, “Alright, let you check, let’s get up first.”

She was fine, the one in trouble was… Xiao Yehui.