Chapter 357: The Chase

Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio

“Li Zhe! What you want doesn’t matter. Just do it!” Meng Yu growled, his face twisted in a scowl.

However, Meng Yu softened when he caught sight of Li Zhe’s bloodshot eyes. “Li Zhe, please. Do this for me, okay? You don’t want me to die here, do you?” Li Zhe’s breath rattled in his chest. Meng Yu had hit his weak spot.

Seeing his words affecting Li Zhe, Meng Yu continued, “Director Li, go and get help. Not all hope is lost; there’s still a chance we’ll make it out alright. And so will Guan Lei. If you do nothing, we’ll all die.”

Li Zhe stared at Meng Yu and nodded, despite his unwillingness to leave him alone. “I’ll go. Promise me you’ll stay safe. Don’t make me drag your ghost out of hell for a good beating if you don’t keep your promise.”

“I promise,” Meng Yu said.

No sooner had he replied than Meng Yu jumped out of their hiding spot, leading their pursuers in the opposite direction. The distraction allowed Li Zhe to escape unnoticed.

Li Zhe cast Meng Yu’s heroic figure a long look and ran. He had a job to do; he could not fail.

Why was he not being chased? Li Zhe frowned when he discovered he was alone.

Meanwhile, Xue Li had just killed an assassin when more appeared. “Young Master, they have reinforcements,” he said, his grave expression betraying the gravity of the situation.

Guan Lei’s face darkened. He did not need Xue Li to state the obvious; he had eyes to see.

“We can’t go on like this; they’ll mob us with their numbers. We can’t outlast them. You head east to the training field, while I’ll go west. Grandpa has some subordinates stationed in that direction,” Guan Lei barked. There was no time to waste.

“Okay. Take care of yourself,” Xue Li responded softly as she nursed her injured right arm.

Guan Lei put a hand on Xue Li’s shoulder, squeezing it reassuringly. They stood like that for a few seconds before going their separate ways. “Stay safe!”

As soon as Xue Li sped off eastward, Guan Lei shot in the opposite direction, leading a detachment of assassins hounding him in his wake.

The sound of a sharp blade whistled through the air. Guan Lei tilted his head and ducked into a forward roll. The sharp blade flew overhead and stabbed into a wooden table slightly ahead of him. Only the hilt remained visible.

Guan Lei had just gotten to his feat when another cold light flashed in the dark. He bent backward with flexibility that would have done a yogi proud and kicked his assailant’s wrist in one swift motion. The assassin cried out in pain, their knife clattering on the floor.

Guan Lei dived for the knife and slashed at his attacker’s ankle. Immediately, a jet of warm blood sprayed out as the man collapsed like a sack of potatoes, gasping.

Guan Lei did not have time to catch his breath, tumbling out of the way a third time. A dagger collided with the ground where he stood moments ago, sending sparks flying.

He cursed under his breath. These people were after his life, each attack more ruthless than the last.

Guan Lei’s ears twitched, catching the sound of a blade cutting through the air. He lowered his head and spun around, stabbing his dagger into someone behind him and pulling it out to deal with the next one.

But there were too many for him to fend off alone. A knife stabbed into his calf, eliciting a groan from Guan Lei, causing him to stumble and fall. His attackers were not so kind as to give up a kill opportunity, and a knife hurtled down, aimed at Guan Lei’s heart.

Guan Lei did not have time to get out of the way. The knife drew closer and closer, his pupils shrinking to pinpricks. He mustered his remaining strength and raised an arm to take the strike, but he felt no pain.

When he looked up, Guan Lei saw a black shadow knock aside his attacker, wrestling him into submission.

It was dark, and Guan Lei could not see the person who had saved him. His savior seemed unwilling to prolong the fight, quickly dispatching his two remaining foes before carrying Guan Lei and hiding in a dark corner.

“Who are you?” Guan Lei asked warily. “Do you know who sent them?”

Meng Yu did not answer. He covered the bloody wound on his shoulder with his left hand, cautiously scanning their surroundings for threats.

Guan Lei fished out his phone and tapped the screen. The display lit up, allowing Guan Lei to see who had saved him. “Meng Yu? What are you doing here?” he gasped in surprise.

“I was just passing by.” Meng Yu did not elaborate, unwilling to discuss the matter further.

What did he mean by saying he was passing by? Such a lame excuse would not fool even a three-year-old!

Suddenly, Guan Lei thought of Li Zhe. Meng Yu and Li Zhe were inseparable. Where was Li Zhe now? Did that mean Li Zhe’ s little lover was Meng Yu?

No wonder Li Zhe refused to let him in that day. It turned out that he was afraid he would not accept their relationship.

That scoundrel, Li Zhe, was utterly despicable, hiding something so monumental as being gay!