CHAPTER 73: CHAPTER 73: I’LL DEAL WITH YOU WHEN WE GET BACK

"But at least I survived." Yan Sijue narrowed his eyes slightly, "The ones who truly deserve sympathy are those who died."

"But they have nothing to do with me." Mu Yiliang tilted her chin up to look at him, "I only know Yan Sijue."

The man was stunned for a moment, then his expression softened.

He suddenly let out a laugh, cupped her face, and bent down to kiss her.

On this chaotic, filthy street, under the gaze of countless criminals and desperados, the two elegantly dressed people kissed as if no one else were around.

But no one dared to disturb them.

Mu Yiliang suddenly felt her cheeks grow a bit warm.

She had been intimate with this man so many times, always with ease, yet at this moment, for his kiss, she actually felt a bit nervous.

Because she could feel that this kiss was devoid of any desire, clean and warm, like a feather, silently tickling her heart.

"Young Master Yan, if we don’t leave now, there’ll be no show to watch." Mu Yiliang slightly pulled back, looking at him innocently.

Yan Sijue raised an eyebrow: "I’ll deal with you when we get back."

Mu Yiliang continued to blink innocently.

Yan Sijue felt a warmth in his heart from her gaze, but ultimately, fearing delay, he didn’t make any further moves.

He gripped her hand tightly and walked forward.

Not long after, a man in a black suit, looking like a bodyguard, approached them respectfully and said, "Mr. Yan."

"Is everyone here?" Yan Sijue asked.

"Mr. Ci Jin is already inside." The bodyguard replied respectfully.

Yan Sijue nodded slightly and walked into the unassuming little building in front of them.

"Who’s Ci Jin?" Mu Yiliang asked curiously.

"This is the underground arms smuggling hub of S City," the man explained, "Ci Jin is a codename; this person is currently one of the three big players in S City’s arms smuggling scene."

Mu Yiliang raised an eyebrow.

This man really hid nothing from her; whatever she asked, he answered.

"Are you meeting these people to get involved in S City’s arms smuggling business?" Mu Yiliang boldly asked.

To her surprise, Yan Sijue shook his head: "S City used to be one of the main territories of the Yan Family. A few years ago, due to Old Sir Yan’s diminishing energy, control over S City was neglected, allowing all kinds of people to grow and encroach on what originally belonged to the Yan Family. This time, Old Man sent me over here to regain control of S City."

He finished his explanation and then added sarcastically, "In Old Sir Yan’s eyes, it belongs to him. So, I’m not interfering, but reclaiming what was originally the Yan Family’s."

The extent of Old Sir Yan’s ambition and determination could be seen from how he single-handedly developed the Yan Family to its current stature.

Mu Yiliang understood.

The inside of the small building was very shabby, but the basement was a different world entirely.

Mu Yiliang followed him down to the first floor underground and saw a beautifully decorated hall. It was packed with people, not only black-clad bodyguards but also a dozen scantily clad seductive women.

It was Mu Yiliang’s first time witnessing such a spectacle, and she very obediently followed by the man’s side, slightly lowering her eyes, without looking around.

"Ha... Who’s this!" A man sitting on the sofa over there laughed loudly at the sight of him, "Young Master Yan, I didn’t expect you’d deign to set foot in a place like this."

He spoke and laughed but never rose to greet them, clearly not putting Yan Sijue in his eyes.