Chapter 525: Chapter 525: Tricking the Second Young Master Again 8_1 Chapter 525: Chapter 525: Tricking the Second Young Master Again 8_1 If it weren’t for the distraction of the ongoing battle, they would all describe Qiao Xiaren tonight as ‘heroically dashing’. She’s sharp and resolute, and her combat skills are off the charts!
The fight here was over, but things were much more perilous where Si Limo was. The organization Dark Night was much more formidable than a small-ti gangster, its roots ingrained deep within the S Country, with a powerful underground network.
Qiao Xiaren planned to return to the military first to wait, having disrupted one of Dark Night’s smuggling chains, a harsh lesson in itself. The potential gains brought by the gangster were incalculable, and this ti, the heart of the problem had been hit hard.
“Captain Qiao, are you planning to personally take these people to the hospital?”
“No, I’m staying to clean up the scene.” Qiao Xiaren swiftly gave the command, and the team mbers, unquestioning, promptly began the post-battle clear up.
Just as she reached the second-floor box, Qiao Xiaren felt the door behind her suddenly close. Light footsteps indicated that soone had co in.
“Who’s there?”
As Qiao Xiaren turned around, she indeed saw a tall man standing behind her. Qiao Xiaren had let her guard down, and her pupils contracted slightly.
“Who are you?” A swift figure flashed by as Qiao Xiaren reached out to grip the man’s neck, her eyes icy cold. They drew closer, their faces inches away.
This was a strange man, his face covered by a custom-made mask, his actual features obscured. The man did not move, his eyes filled with sothing bordering on obsession, curiosity and even possessiveness.
An almost perverse desire to possess.
The feeling was chilling.
The man extended his hand, gliding it above her face without actually touching her, repeating the slow motion. Qiao Xiaren noticed an insidious emotion in his gaze.
“Who am I? I don’t know who I am.” His voice was slightly hoarse, but Qiao Xiaren was certain that she had never heard his voice before. “Can you tell who I am?”
His last sentence was baffling and eerily strange.
His actions were gentle, like handling a prized possession, but were simultaneously rife with intense hostility.
Was this so kind of split personality? Or was he a pervert?
For a mont, Qiao Xiaren thought the man might kiss her.
Just as she tightened her grip on the man’s throat, she saw his eyes reflect a disgusted and hateful color, his hand reached out to grip her waist.
His behavior was a stark contrast to earlier, now brutally aggressive.
“Qiao Xiaren, you fem fatale! Won like you should be strangled at birth to spare the world your malevolence.”
The man’s hatred seed genuine, tinged with agony. Despite having lived through two lifetis, Qiao Xiaren had never t a man so complex and terrifying, so repressed and perverse.
Peculiarly, he behaved this way towards a stranger.
“Who the hell are you? As far as I know, I have no quarrel with you.” Qiao Xiaren’s composure remained unchanged as she kept her gaze on his eyes. They were beautiful eyes, although marred by sothing else within them.
“No quarrel? Hah, no quarrel…” The man repeated these words as if in mockery or pain, continuing to stare at her. “How can there be ‘no quarrel’. I despise you… it’s a deep-seated loathing. I hate you more than anyone else in this world!”
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