BC Chapter 153

Chapter 152

Jiang Juncheng’s sincere tears flowed before He Linglong, causing her to panic. But the man at the window hadn’t stopped laughing, thinking he’d succeeded, so they couldn’t rashly get up. If another arrow came, He Linglong couldn’t guarantee they’d have a second chance at survival.

At this moment, Jiang Juncheng’s heartbroken sobs on the rooftop were matched by Qian Junchen’s loud laughter at the window. Jiang Juncheng knew it was his mockery, believing he had victory in his grasp. Their fallen positions were conveniently hidden by the half-person-high cement wall around the rooftop’s edge. Therefore, Qian Junchen couldn’t see the specific situation, but Jiang Juncheng’s genuine-sounding cries of grief reached his ears, leading him to believe he’d pierced He Linglong with his arrow.

He Linglong, embracing Jiang Juncheng, felt a surge of unfamiliar emotions as she faced the worry of someone she liked. It warmed her, her heart felt like a released hot air balloon, full of swelling heat. In this unprecedented feeling of being moved, her eyes stung, and she almost cried with Jiang Juncheng. Fortunately, reason prevailed, overcoming the momentary sentimentality—now wasn’t the time for them to embrace and weep. The men across the way were still watching, and He Linglong’s priority was to get Jiang Juncheng to safety. Romantic feelings could wait. She leaned close to Jiang Juncheng’s ear, whispering, “Don’t worry, I’m not hurt. But you need to keep crying, use your cries to confuse them.”

As He Linglong finished speaking, Jiang Juncheng’s crying paused for only a second before becoming louder. But He Linglong immediately discerned the difference—one was utter grief, the other distracted. She found it amusing and unconsciously made a small sound, which resulted in Jiang Juncheng pinching the soft flesh of her waist in retaliation for laughing at her.

Truthfully, Jiang Juncheng had considerable strength, being someone who worked with her hands often. But for He Linglong, combat was routine training. However, to cooperate with Jiang Juncheng and make her feel a bit better, she obligingly gasped. It was unclear whether it was from the pinch or the slightly intimate contact—but it didn’t matter. He Linglong thought they hadn’t officially established a relationship yet, how could she let Jiang Juncheng get the upper hand? So, in retaliation, He Linglong lowered her head and lightly pecked Jiang Juncheng’s neck.

After He Linglong’s explanation, Jiang Juncheng’s heart, which had felt like the sky was falling, was as if a gate to eternal life had opened the moment the world was about to end. She experienced the thrill of a sudden rise and fall, like riding a drop tower. But she didn’t mind, because when it came to He Linglong, she only hoped for a calm and steady relationship, not sudden surprises.

After He Linglong’s “attack” on her neck, her crying faltered for a moment, nearly blowing their impromptu act.

Who would have thought that when she first met this person, she only knew her as the cold-faced assassin, He Linglong, who almost beat someone up for removing her mask. She never expected that beneath that frosty exterior, there was such an “open-minded” side.

If He Linglong hadn’t rushed over in such a hurry that she hadn’t even brought something to cover her head and face, Jiang Juncheng would have almost suspected this wasn’t the real He Linglong!

But since the situation wasn’t clear, and their interaction had only lasted a minute, they quickly crawled behind the cement wall and moved to the side of the rooftop furthest from the window. Jiang Juncheng’s “crying” gradually subsided until it stopped completely.

Meanwhile, the building across the way was slowly being invaded by hordes of zombies. When the zombies finally killed the three guards at the entrance, they successfully entered the fifth-floor gym. Only then did the people in the private training room realize they were trapped by the zombies.

Qian Junchen’s smile hadn’t faded when he learned that the zombies had surrounded them. Jiang Xiao, armed with his compound bow, shoved Qian Junchen aside and climbed onto the windowsill. Grabbing the edge of the window, he turned back and said, “Old Four and A-Fu, take people to block the door first. We’ll all leave from here later and go to the next building!”

Qian Junchen thought, “I’m already at the window, and Jiang Xiao won’t let me go out first, insisting on pushing me aside. This is truly a case of no brotherhood in the face of death, no morality in the face of profit!” He couldn’t help but become wary.

However, the reason they had become allies before the chaos was simply due to shared interests and benefits. And the reason he had flattered Jiang Xiao as the deputy leader was in case things went wrong one day; he’d have someone to take the blame.

In fact, the students who followed Jiang Xiao generally had the same mindset—they were all so-called “honest people” who, even if they had wicked thoughts, lacked the courage to act on them. But since following Jiang Xiao, they had a legitimate reason to do things they normally wouldn’t dare to, knowing Jiang Xiao would take the fall if anything happened.

As for Jiang Xiao’s family, no matter what trouble Jiang Xiao caused, they had ways to make big problems small and small problems disappear. They would definitely help Jiang Xiao smooth things over—after all, Jiang Xiao was the only male descendant in the Jiang family’s third generation. The Jiang family’s bloodline, carefully preserved for generations, couldn’t end with him.

So Jiang Xiao didn’t care that his followers had ulterior motives. In his view, they were just disposable pawns. Their relationship existed only during peaceful times, a truth Jiang Xiao understood. Therefore, in his eyes, no matter what happened, he only needed to take care of himself.

Qian Junchen… was just a high-level “lackey” in his eyes.