Xiao Luo frowned as he could not understand why she would say that all of a sudden. “Are you sure that you can walk by yourself?” he asked.

“Put me down!”

Su Li bit her lips and raised her voice. She seethed, thinking about how she could never get used to this man’s indifferent eyes. She had initially believed she was closing the distance between them, but it was all turning out to be in vain after all. And now, he was even suggesting to end their relationships—had she not fought the overwhelming urge to give a big, nasty bite on his neck, Xiao Luo would definitely be bleeding now!

Xiao Luo did not say another word and put her down, wondering what was going on in her mind.

Su Li stormed off in a huff but suddenly came to a halt after a few steps when a thought occurred to her. She doubled back and walked past Xiao Luo, stopping right behind him. She took a look at his back and was aghast—her body instantly shivered when she saw the horrendous wound on Xiao Luo’s back. Shaken, she stared at Xiao Luo helplessly and asked, “Y-you said you were fine, this…is this what you mean by fine?”

The deep gash was a grievous one, longer than thirty centimeters, and looked like it was ripped open by a beast’s claw, leaving the flesh heavily exposed. How could this even be fine?

“Why are you so stubborn!”

Su Li screamed at Xiao Luo, still trembling, and her eyes were now red, a far cry from her coldness just a moment ago. Tears welled up suddenly as she imagined what Xiao Luo had to endure, and the man was going through all this pain only because he had saved her from the dire situation she was in.

“It’s really not a big deal.”

Xiao Luo tried to contain her anxiety by playing it down, and besides, he had even survived gun injuries before, so such a minor wound wasn’t such a bother to him. Xiao Luo did not even deem it necessary to spend points to heal himself and planned to dress it when he got home, knowing that it would be completely healed in a few days. However, when he saw Su Li crying, he got a little confused and could not understand why she would shed tears for him. Somehow, it did not seem possible to him that she was.

Su Li did not argue with him any further, and hurriedly went over to one of the unconscious security guards lying on the floor, retrieved a phone from his pocket, and called for an ambulance. She described the situation and Xiao Luo’s wounds and provided the address of the villa.

“You called the ambulance?” Xiao Luo asked.

Su Li tried to compose herself and held her tears back. “You’re so badly injured, how can I ignore it?” she said.

“Aren’t you worried about your identity being exposed? If those doctors see you coming to the hospital with a man, then it probably would take less than a day for some scandalous news to crop up and go viral,” Xiao Luo said, shaking his head and offering Su Li a wry smile.

Su Li staggered a moment, as she had not considered such a matter. This could indeed become a huge problem, but when she looked at Xiao Luo’s wound again, she clenched her teeth and was determined to do the right thing. “Then let the world know!” she cried.

Huh?

When Xiao Luo looked upon Su Li’s grave countenance, she seemed to glow in the moonlight as if she wore a veil of hallowed light, and it stirred him. She was very fair, her skin soft and unblemished, her eyes were clear and bewitching, and her forehead was smooth and ample, like white jade. She was alluring—everything a man would want, and, simply put, a delicate work of art by god.

He was surprised by Su Li’s reaction, and he pondered how he had suddenly become this important to her or was it because he had risked his life to save her today?

“Never mind that, this is really not a big deal.”

Xiao Luo chuckled all of a sudden and then tapped Su Li between the eyebrows lightly. Su Li instantly fell asleep like Su Xiaobei had, and fell into his arms. He did not wish to see this woman losing her celebrity status because of him and suffer in the vortex of public chatter as a result.

He carried Su Li and walked out of Bode Villa slowly.

Ji Siying happened to reach the site with the police and seeing that Xiao Luo was coming out with Su Li in his arms, she felt heartbroken for a moment and unconsciously looked at the bracelet on her right arm. She soon quelled her emotions and approached Xiao Luo respectfully. “Mr. Xiao Luo,” she said.

Ji Siying detected the scent of blood and promptly checked on Xiao Luo before noticing a nasty wound on his back. She was taken aback and said, “You…you’re injured?”

“It’s okay, just a minor wound,” Xiao Luo replied.

“I’ll leave this mess to you… and there aren’t many corpses this time; most of them are still alive,” he said, smiling at her meaningfully.

If not for Ji Siying reminding him not to blatantly kill, and Su Li’s presence in the villa, they would probably have another massacre on their hands.

The policemen who arrived were shocked when they heard Xiao Luo speak so casually about the carnage in the villa. What the heck—does NSA allow one of their own to act above the law?”

Of course, these were only thoughts in their mind, and they were smart enough to keep it to themselves. The NSA was indeed above the law, and it could easily charge one for treason if anyone decided to get in their way.

“Okay, leave it to me. Yang Yuanzhong had committed the crime of kidnapping, so he will face the appropriate punishment,” Ji Siying responded.

“Alright, then I shall excuse myself,” Xiao Luo said, not wanting to linger as he still needed to tend to the wound on his back.

“Please, wait for a moment, Mr. Xiao Luo.”

Ji Siying took out a small snuff bottle from her pocket, which looked like a bottle one would use to store medicine in ancient times. “This is a Jinchuang potion concocted by the department and it’s extremely effective for external wounds.”

Xiao Luo was carrying Su Li and could not take it from her, so she just stuffed it into his pocket.

“Thanks,” Xiao Luo said, giving her an appreciative nod.

“You’re welcome, Mr. Xiao Luo.”

Xiao Luo did not speak again and walked away into the night with Su Li.

“Sigh, it seems like I’m having a conflict.”

Ji Siying’s face was full of despair as she stared at the bracelet in her hand. “This is a gift from Xiao Luo’s mother and he must have thought that it was too troublesome to ask for its return. Oh, Ji Siying, you’re in such a mess!” she murmured.

She kept her sadness in check and put herself in the right frame of mind before entering Bode Villa with the police.

…

…

It was already after 2 a.m. when Xiao Luo finally returned to the Crescent Bay. Su Xiaobei was fast asleep, and Luo Pingxiang was still in panicked anxiety. She even called Su Li’s lawyer, Chai Zhiying, over.

“Hey, what did you do to Su Li?!”

Chai Zhiying had been unreservedly hostile towards Xiao Luo since they first met, so upon seeing Su Li asleep in his arm, she shouted angrily at him.

Xiao Luo glared at her coldly. “If nobody ever taught you to speak politely to others, I really don’t mind being your teacher. Ms. Su has always been polite but her lawyer is unfortunately an old hag in early menopause. What a disaster,” he said.

“You…!”

Chai Zhiying choked on hearing his words, and one could almost detect steam rising from her head, like her soul leaving her body in anger. Xiao Luo’s use of the term ‘menopause’ was the final thrust, and it made her bleed non-stop.

Xiao Luo was bothered to entertain her any further and promptly carried Su Li upstairs, where he put her down on the large, soft bed.

When Luo Pingxiang and Chai Zhiying saw the wound on his back, they both gasped in fright.

He actually did not even wince even after sustaining such a severe wound?

He even carried back (sis) Li Li as if he wasn’t wounded; is he made of steel?

They were both shocked beyond words, and when Xiao Luo returned, Chai Zhiying remained totally silent, not daring to utter a word.

“Ms. Luo, I’ll leave Ms. Su and Xiao Bei in your hands.”

Xiao Luo said to Luo Pingxiang before leaving the apartment.