CHAPTER 238: CHAPTER 238: BATTLE-DAMAGED BEAUTY

"Miss An Yan, I’m only targeting our Young Master Shiyan. As long as your people put down their weapons, I can let you leave."

The butler didn’t hear their response and, thinking they had started arguing, his voice grew excited.

An Yan, worried that Luolie and the others would think the butler was truly after Mo Shiyan, raised her voice and shouted, "Luolie, don’t believe him! He’s here for me, so don’t hesitate and hit them hard! MMH... UGH!"

Just as An Yan was shouting, Mo Shiyan suddenly tackled her to the ground.

The tall man pressed down on her shoulders, shielding her completely.

But before An Yan’s eyes, a vivid blossom of blood slowly seeped from his chest.

A sniper.

While she was shouting, the enemy had found her location, and Mo Shiyan had used his own body to take the bullet for her!

The stench of blood filled her nostrils.

"There’s a sniper! Wen Ya, go find them!"

An Yan didn’t have time to examine Mo Shiyan’s condition. She slid her hands under his armpits, hoisted him up, leaped out of their defensive cover, and quickly moved to a sheltered spot.

An Yan was over 170 centimeters tall, while Mo Shiyan was 187. Yet, she carried him in a princess hold without any sign of struggle.

As she ran swiftly, a figure shot toward her at high speed.

A palm strike knocked Mo Shiyan from her arms to the ground.

An Yan unleashed her most powerful technique without hesitation, but just as it was about to connect with the figure, she abruptly withdrew her strike.

Her Inner Strength surged violently, and the taste of blood filled her mouth as it spilled from the corner of her lips.

But she paid no mind to her own state, staring dumbfounded at the man. "Li Tianyao?" she uttered.

The man was disheveled. His black clothes, clinging to his body, looked as if they had been shredded by something, revealing cold, white skin underneath. His handsome face was also smeared with dirt. Like a banished immortal, his fierce eyes, burning with anger, glared at An Yan.

An Yan reached into her pocket for a tissue. She was unaccustomed to seeing Li Tianyao like this; in her mind, he was always clean and impeccably dressed.

Before she could pull out the tissue, Li Tianyao grabbed her hand. "A new darling?" he sneered, his gaze fixed on Mo Shiyan on the ground.

Li Tianyao’s slap had roused the unconscious Mo Shiyan.

He propped himself up, looking at the two people above him. His face was pale, the blood on him vividly red, and his dark eyes held a hint of restrained pain.

Such a battle-worn beauty!

Li Tianyao glanced sideways at An Yan.

She hadn’t looked at the man on the ground at all, only stared at Li Tianyao, her lips tightly pursed. Tears that had been welling in her large eyes suddenly rolled down.

"Li Tianyao..." Her voice trembled.

Hearing it, the man’s heart jolted.

What was she doing, calling his name in that tone at a time like this? He was here to settle accounts with her! What was the meaning of this—his wife, Li Tianyao’s wife, holding another man? Was she trying to cuckold him right under his nose?

"They bullied me!" An Yan turned and pointed at those fighting Luolie and his men. "It’s the butler from the Mo Family who brought them! This butler is likely Gu Shifang’s man. Gu Shifang has reincarnated into a witch doctor with patterns on his face, and he can also control bugs..."

An Yan didn’t care if Li Tianyao understood or not; she blurted out all the information she knew to him.

Li Tianyao had come alone. But to her, it felt like he alone could take on a thousand troops!

"The butler is hiding in that direction."

As soon as her words fell, Li Tianyao vanished.

In the next instant, he reappeared before An Yan, holding the butler by the scruff of his neck.

Without hesitation, An Yan drew her black gold ancient knife and held it to the butler’s throat. "Call off your men!" she commanded.

Butler: "..."

He had no idea what had just happened, nor why he had been suddenly dragged here. It was as if he’d flown, arriving in an instant. And now there was a knife at his throat.

The sharp blade pressed tightly against his carotid artery.

The fear of death made the butler’s legs shake uncontrollably. "Stop, everyone stop!" he stammered.

"What’s going on!"

Inside the mountain’s core, Gu Shifang’s face was grim as he stared intensely at the scene reflected in the water basin.

The timing is off. An Yan hasn’t fallen into my hands yet, so why has Li Tianyao arrived? An Yan isn’t dead, and Li Tianyao hasn’t gone mad! The situation has suddenly become tricky! Damn it!!

Li Tianyao had arrived, and although he was alone, he had captured the butler, their "king."

With their leader’s life in Li Tianyao’s hands, the men brought by the butler instantly lost their will to resist.

They were disarmed by Luolie and his men and tied up in a line.

Five of An Yan’s people were injured, lying on the ground along with Mo Shiyan and the four bodyguards he had brought down into the cave.

Mo Shiyan’s men, seeing their young master lying on the ground still bleeding profusely, looked anxiously at An Yan and pleaded, "Miss An Yan, could you please stop the bleeding for our young master first?"

An Yan took out a pill and threw it to one of them. "Have him take this medicine, then get him to the hospital!"

"Miss An Yan, our young master was injured taking a bullet for you! Can’t you perform surgery on him right now..."

Before the man could finish, Mo Shiyan grabbed his arm. Enduring the pain, he said, "Don’t... trouble... Miss An Yan. Take me... to the hospital!"

This halting voice made An Yan’s guilt intensify. He took a bullet for me, after all.

But with Li Tianyao right here, I don’t even dare to show any worry. I’m afraid any action might displease him and cause more trouble. This man’s possessiveness is terrifying!

She only looked at Li Tianyao. "Are you injured?" she asked.

His clothes were torn to shreds, revealing skin in several places, and those exposed areas were all stained with blood.

His clothes must have been slashed, and he must have been wounded. Knowing his usual meticulousness, he would never have allowed such bloodstains to remain on him. The only explanation is that he rushed here in such a hurry that he had no time to think about anything else.

An Yan looked around but didn’t see Lu Feng, Lin Ling, or the others. Strange.

"What are you looking at?" The man was clearly displeased.

I rushed here, risking everything to save her, and she’s looking around for someone else? Ungrateful wretch!

An Yan knew his possessiveness had flared up again. She withdrew her gaze and asked, "I was just wondering where you got hurt. How long ago? Does it still hurt? Do you need some painkillers?"

Her stream of concerned questions made Li Tianyao feel immensely gratified. "I’m fine!" he said. "At least I don’t need someone to carry me to move!"

Mo Shiyan: "..."

An Yan’s concern dissipated instantly. Helplessly, she reached out and took his arm. "Let’s go back first, get some rest, and then we can figure out how to catch Gu Shifang!"

"Mm."

Li Tianyao bent down, swept Princess An Yan up into a bridal carry, and in a flash, they were gone.

Mo Shiyan: "..."