My Wife, The Ice Queen President

Luo Weiwei couldn’t even see how Ye Xiong had made his move before Chen Han was down.

“Trash like you, don’t say a broken leg, even if I broke both legs, crushing you would be like squashing an ant,” Ye Xiong said coldly as he brushed off his hands.

Chen Han picked himself up, touched the corner of his mouth, and found his hand smeared with fresh blood and broken teeth.

He never would have guessed that his opponent, despite a ruined leg, was still so formidable; if he himself had not been injured, he would have been even less of a match.

A glint of murderous intent shone from his eyes as Chen Han suddenly drew his gun, aiming it at Ye Xiong.

Luo Weiwei was instantly shocked, thinking Chen Han had drawn his gun in a fit of rage provoked by Ye Xiong, she quickly stepped in front of Ye Xiong, urgently saying, “Chen Han, have you gone mad? Do you know what you’re doing? Protecting Ye Xiong is our mission.”

Chen Han spat viciously, with the gun pointing at both of them, he said coldly, “Mission, my ass.”

“Do you even realize what you’re saying?” Luo Weiwei exclaimed sharply.

Ye Xiong sighed, hobbled over to Luo Weiwei, and said, “What time do you think it is? Don’t you understand yet?”

“Understand what?” Luo Weiwei asked, puzzled.

“You saw what happened in the tunnel with the sniper, first a car accident, then the tunnel’s wires cut; what do all these events signify? It means they knew in advance which route we’d take, at least an hour before.”

“Do you mean there’s a mole among us, and the enemy knew our route right from the start?” Luo Weiwei asked, shocked.

“Without a mole, without prior knowledge of the route, it would have been impossible for them to arrange things so perfectly. If it weren’t for our luck, we would have already died in that tunnel. Now, do we really need to guess who the mole is?” Ye Xiong said indifferently.

Luo Weiwei looked at Ye Xiong incredulously, wholly unable to believe what he was saying.

Chen Han, a mole? How could that be?

But if not him, how could one explain his surviving the tunnel?

And how to explain him pointing a gun at Ye Xiong?

It was as if a bucket of cold water had been poured over her; Luo Weiwei was stunned.

“Get a move on, stop hesitating, how can you accomplish anything great?”

A sinister voice came from within the woods.

He Haodong emerged, followed by a group of the XiBei Guild’s men and a dozen black-clad gunmen—those who had previously attacked the police car in the tunnel.

Upon seeing He Haodong appear, Luo Weiwei understood everything.

All this had been orchestrated by He Haodong, and Chen Han had been bought by him.

“Chen Han, you’ve disappointed me deeply,” Luo Weiwei said with a grieving expression.

She could never have imagined that her superior would be such a person.

Chen Han looked at Luo Weiwei, his face twisted in pain, and said, “Weiwei, I didn’t want to bring you into this, I’m sorry.”

After saying that, Chen Han pulled the trigger!

Bang!

The bullet shot out, aiming to claim two lives with one shot.

Luo Weiwei had never expected Chen Han to fire without any consideration for their past camaraderie.

Before she could react, her body disappeared from its spot as if carried by the wind.

At the critical moment, Ye Xiong had made his move.

Like a flash of lightning, ghostly in movement, by the time Luo Weiwei realized what had happened, Ye Xiong had already carried her into the woods.

The air behind them was filled with a flurry of gunshots, but they couldn’t even reach his shadow.

After walking for several hundred meters, Ye Xiong finally set Luo Weiwei down and said, “Busty girl, I’ve saved you once again.”

“Your foot…”

As Luo Wei’s mind clicked, she instantly understood everything and immediately became as angry as a thunderstorm, about to explode. But Ye Xiong cut her off, “If it weren’t for my act, would Chen Han and He Haodong have shown their true colors? I didn’t do this to take advantage, but to tear off their masks.”

“Couldn’t you have told me, making me carry you for so long?” Luo Weiwei said, huffing with anger.

“You insisted on carrying me; there was nothing I could do,” Ye Xiong shrugged.

“You are no good either.”

After Luo Weiwei said this, tears fell, and in a moment, her face was streaked with tears, turning into a weeping mess.

Ye Xiong did not expect her to burst into tears so suddenly and said anxiously, “Busty girl, I didn’t mean to deceive you. Don’t cry, I’ll carry you back if it comes to that.”

“You think I am crying for you? I am crying for the dead brothers, that bastard Chen Han,” Luo Weiwei said through clenched teeth, filled with hatred.

Ye Xiong felt a pain in his heart, and a surge of anger welled up inside him. He stood up and said coldly, “Wait here; don’t go anywhere.”

“Where are you going?” Luo Weiwei asked in shock.

“To settle accounts.”

Just two simple words, yet they were laden with a towering murderous intent that made Luo Weiwei feel as if the temperature around them had suddenly dropped several degrees.

Who exactly is this man, and why does he have such an immense aura of killing intent about him?

“Don’t go, they have many people, and they are armed with guns…”

Unfortunately, Ye Xiong was already far away and couldn’t hear her.

In half an hour, or perhaps even less, Ye Xiong returned.

His body was covered in blood, his hair disheveled, and he emitted an intense scent of death.

At that moment, it was as though he was not a man but a Reaper who had returned from Hell.

In his left and right hands, he dragged two people, leaving behind two lengthy streaks of blood on the ground. Their faces, already rubbed raw on the floor, were unrecognizable.

Still, from their attire, it was possible to tell that one of them was He Haodong, and the other was the traitor, Chen Han.

Bang!

Ye Xiong threw the half-dead Chen Han in front of Luo Weiwei, “Decide for yourself how to deal with him. As for this one, I need to settle things with him properly.”

Luo Weiwei looked at Chen Han, who was tortured beyond human recognition, and a hint of compassion arose in her heart.

To ensure that Luo Weiwei’s safety wasn’t threatened, Ye Xiong had severed all the tendons in his hands and feet, turning him into a disabled person.

“He’s a devil; he’s not human. Weiwei, I’m begging you, kill me.” Chen Han tried to crawl up, but his limbs failed him, and he could only squirm like an insect.

Recalling the previous scene sent a chill through Chen Han’s core.

Ye Xiong was like a phantom, omnipresent, leaving no trace.

For every appearance, he claimed a life; the more than thirty members of the XiBei Guild and the dozen professional mercenaries were like paper to him, unable to withstand even a single blow.

The most frightening thing in this world is to watch helplessly as people around you die one by one, not knowing when it will be your turn, and being utterly powerless to stop it.

He would never forget that helplessness and horror for the rest of his life.

“Chen Han, you were my superior, my leader. Even though you have committed unforgivable crimes, I will not kill you,” Luo Weiwei turned her back, unable to bear the sight of his miserable state. “Just wait for the law to punish you!”

“Please, kill me; he’s a devil…”

“He is a devil…”

Chen Han’s head slumped, and he passed out.