1089: Chapter 1112: If You Win 1089: Chapter 1112: If You Win “Does Young Master Song Er enjoy playing gas so much?” Ye Ranran turned around, looking at the dice in his hand.
She was not sure if she could win, but she could take a gamble.
If she could leave unscathed, that would be best; if not…
“Let’s talk about it when you’ve won,” Song Er answered vaguely.
“In that case, it really isn’t much fun,” she retorted.
What’s the fun in playing with soone who can’t afford to lose?
“Of course,” Song Er altered his response.
“Well then, I hope Young Master Song Er will honor his word.” Ye Ranran sat down opposite him.
One observed the surroundings without a hint of concern.
From the outside, the house seed to be a wooden cabin, but inside was a different world altogether, replete with steel bars above.
He didn’t believe those were rely for show.
At the sa ti, Chu Ji was also considering his strategy.
There weren’t many people in plain sight, just the six by the door.
If it were just them, with One’s skills, there shouldn’t be a problem.
The fear was what could be hidden from view.
Chu Ji redirected his gaze, refocusing on Ye Ranran.
When he saw the red dot on her back, his heart rate suddenly spiked.
Was that a sniper rifle?
Was there a sniper outside?
This realization made Chu Ji’s palms sweat.
He kept throwing glances at One, who finally noticed.
Upon seeing the red dot on Ye Ranran’s back, even his normally calm deanor wavered.
Was Song Er planning to take Ye Ranran’s life?
How could he dare?
No, he dared, because if all three of them died here, the Song Family certainly had the ans to cover it up perfectly.
Even if Jun Mochan wanted to investigate, it would take a while to find anything.
Moreover, if anything happened to Ye Ranran, Jun Mochan would definitely be thrown into disarray.
The more One thought about it, the more alard he beca.
His hand was in his pocket, holding a fixed distress signal button.
Activating it would instantly trigger a response: his location would be pinpointed, and support would deploy imdiately.
One had never used it before and even felt it was superfluous, but now he saw it as a tily blessing.
Number Five was the first to receive the distress signal.
She had just returned from a mission and was on vacation nearby.
Oh, and she had also invited her boyfriend over.
Just out of the hot springs and about to check into a hotel for a sweet, romantic ti, she received the alert.
“Sorry, sothing’s co up,” Number Five pushed away the man clinging to her.
“What could be so urgent that it spoils the mood?” he persisted.
This enchantress, he had longed for her for so long yet had never had a taste.
Now that he finally had a chance, why would he let her slip away?
“Stop it, the boss is calling,” Number Five dressed quickly.
Just about to leave, she received a call from Zhou Xian: “Young Master Ah Xian.”
Zhou Xian was Jun Mochan’s most capable assistant, so naturally, Number Five’s way of addressing him was different.
“The signal just now was from One; sothing must have happened to the young madam.
I’ve redirected Three and Four there.
Don’t act rashly, observe the situation and report back to before making any decisions, understand?”
Number Five, often operating outside, had only recently returned.
She knew the young master had married, and she had also heard a bit about how precious the young madam was, but she had never seen her in person.
Now that she knew there was a chance to et her, she was curious.
“Understood,” Number Five ended the call.
“Sorry, I really have to go.
Let’s make plans another ti,” Number Five blew a kiss to the man still in the hot spring.
Inside the villa, Ye Ranran and Song Er had already agreed on the ga’s rules.
Best three out of five rounds, betting on who rolls the highest.
Whoever wins three rounds first wins.
The winner can set a condition for the loser.
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