WWY Chapter 58
by VolareTomorrow, the National Museum will receive four more anonymously donated items.
He had uploaded pictures of a total of 25 cultural relics to Juris. According to Juris, he has already located 16 of them. Besides the four already donated and the four en route, the rest are being negotiated for price.
He didn’t even bother drawing the ones that were clearly not from the East Asian cultural sphere. Among the drawings, there were antiques from other countries, but more were modern imitations, without any value, and most importantly, not enough to warrant criminal penalties.
Juris was truly doing his best to save him money, a true friend in life and death. Actually, for Lan He, money was no object. He hadn’t expected that among the 391 antiques he had handled over the years, only a few were genuine artifacts that had been lost from Chinese civilization. Looking at it this way, the inheritance Weiyu He left him was more than enough.
He sat in his swivel chair, picked up the half-finished drawing on his desk, and looked at it against the sunlight, planning to finish the remaining drawings and then take them to Han Shan.
Han Shan’s health was still not very good, but he really couldn’t wait.
These are the last ten paintings, almost there!
The phone on the desk rang, it was Aunt Long, asking if he wanted afternoon tea brought up or if he would come down to eat. Without hesitation, he slipped on his slippers and ran out of the room.
Aunt Long had said at lunch that she was going to make red velvet cake, which was something he absolutely couldn’t miss!
“Wow! Red velvet cake!”
Seeing Aunt Long entering the dining room with a tray, Lan He rushed to the long table, holding a spoon in one hand and a fork in the other, waiting obediently.
Aunt Long smiled as she put the tray down, took out the cake, coffee, cut fruit, and a small plate of dried fruit from it, placing them in front of him with a look of doting, and then sat on the chair next to him, watching him eat.
Old people like children who can eat, it’s a source of emotional fulfillment.
“Aunt Long, aren’t you eating?”
“I’m old, I can’t eat that much!”
Lan He forked a corner of the cake, thinking that Aunt Long’s cooking was really good. The cake was fragrant, soft, and delicate, and the cream was silky smooth, completely comparable to the chain cake shops outside.
He devoured the cake in front of him in a few bites, and when he looked up, he saw Jiu Ya coming from the direction of the kitchen with a plate of cake, his mouth full.
Lan He was angry: “Is there more?”
Jiu Ya mumbled and nodded.
Aunt Long smiled, showing her crow’s feet: “Yes, I made four pieces. Old Ni and I don’t eat them, so there’s plenty!”
“You haven’t seen my true strength!” Lan He proudly raised a hand, “Jiu Ya, go get me another piece!”
Jiu Ya pursed his lips and turned back.
Aunt Long watched her young master devour the fruit and nuts on the plate, liking him more and more. She couldn’t help but mutter to herself, “Our Lan He is so excellent and so cute, I wonder what kind of girl he’ll find in the future!”
Hearing this, Lan He suddenly thought of Tuxi Ling.
He counted on his fingers: “First of all, he definitely has to have a good moral compass and a good personality.”
Aunt Long: “Yes!”
“Secondly, he has to be good-looking, so that life can be harmonious. Even if we quarrel, the anger will disappear as soon as I see him.”
“Yes, yes!”
“The most important thing is that he has to care for me, take care of me, and be willing to work hard without complaint.”
“Yes, yes, yes!”
The more Aunt Long heard, the more satisfied she became, and she began to look for the best candidate in her heart.
She looked up and happened to see an electric SUV driving into the yard through the living room’s monitor. The car stopped outside the door, and a tall man in black got out of the car.
“Huh? Who is that?” Aunt Long muttered as she stood up.
Lan He looked back and suddenly felt a chill down his spine.
At the same time, the double wooden doors were violently pushed open with a “bang.” Aunt Long was startled and trotted over, “Hey, what are you doing! I’m going to report…”
She was silenced by the gun in the other person’s hand. The next second, she rushed towards Qi A instead.
Her hands gripped the black gun barrel tightly, and she shouted back to Lan He, “Young Master Lan, run! Jiu Ya, Jiu Ya, come quickly—”
Lan He walked towards them: “Don’t hurt her!”
After a moment of eye contact between the two sides, Qi A loosened his finger on the trigger, swept the gun barrel, and pushed Aunt Long aside, causing her to fall to the ground.
Lan He reached out to pull her up. The next moment, a gun was pressed against his head, and Qi A said fiercely, “Come with me!”
“Oh, what are you doing! Don’t kill our young master! Do you want money?” Aunt Long stomped her feet, but didn’t dare to move again.
Lan He pushed her to the side, raised his eyes slightly, stared into Qi A’s eyes, and asked, “Did he send you?”
Qi A hesitated for a moment and shook his head slightly: “No.”
Lan He sneered: “Then you still want me to go with you? Do you think he won’t kill me?”
Qi A gritted his teeth and pressed the gun harder, “He won’t, hurry up!”
Lan He didn’t move, so he reached out to pull his arm. Suddenly, a whooshing sound rang in his ear. He dodged a dark throwing knife, but didn’t dodge the cake plate that flew over at the same time.
With a “slap,” the red and yellow cake smeared his arm, and the plate fell to the ground and shattered.
That was all.
The gun at Lan He’s head made Jiu Ya wary and unsure of what to do. He suddenly heard Young Master Lan shout, “Jiu Ya, beat him up, he doesn’t dare to shoot!”
Qi A wanted to strangle him to death, poked his head hard with the muzzle of the gun, and roared at Jiu Ya, “Try it, see if I dare!”
Lan He tilted his head to look at him: “Then shoot!”
He was simply the most arrogant hostage in history.
Qi A cursed in anger, carried the person on his shoulders, and ran outside.
Jiu Ya finally saw the clue, grabbed a large vase at random, and chased after him. Qi A turned around and fired a burst of bullets. There was a chaotic noise in the house. Jiu Ya rolled behind the sofa with his hands and feet, and Aunt Long in the distance was almost hit, covering her ears and stunned.
He really couldn’t bring himself to harm Lan He, but that didn’t mean he wouldn’t kill others.
“Qi A, you bastard, try moving Aunt Long again!” Lan He kicked, punched, and hit his head, grabbing the door tightly before going out, “Put me down!”
During their tearing, Jiu Ya slipped close to them along the wall like a ghost, took the opportunity to throw out two small darts. Qi A couldn’t dodge in time, and one of them pierced his thigh.
The veins on his forehead popped out, and he roared: “Lan He, do you want me to die here!”
Lan He’s body stiffened, and he cursed: “Who told you to come, you deserve to die!”
“When did you start hating me?” Qi A threw him off his shoulders, his eyes filled with crazy killing intent. He pushed him against the wall like a madman, yelling, “Since you slept with that policeman and then came to show off to me? What does our years of getting along count for? You cold-blooded bastard!”
Years of getting along? Slept with that policeman?
What shocking news?
Jiu Ya was shocked, but fortunately, he didn’t forget that he was the bodyguard, using the elasticity of the sofa to leap high, and kicked Qi A’s shoulder, directly kicking the person flying into the yard.
Qi A pulled the trigger at the same time, but because he was in mid-air, he couldn’t aim. A string of bullets went into the sky, accompanied by the sound of countless bullet casings falling to the ground. Jiu Ya took the opportunity to pounce on him, and the gun slid under the car.
Next, there was a very fair showdown, punches to the flesh, a fight to the death, the stones and flower pots around them became weapons to attack each other.
Compared to the tall and strong Qi A, Jiu Ya could only be described as weak, which was a great disadvantage in a long melee, especially since the injury on Qi A’s leg turned him into a beast, becoming braver and braver in battle.
After a few rounds, he gradually lost his strength, and was accidentally grabbed by Qi A and slammed hard on the ground. At that moment, he felt a fatal impact and his vision went black.
Qi A took out a shiny black whip from his back waist, quickly wrapped it around his neck. Seeing this, Lan He ran out and cursed: “Qi A, you bastard! Do you want to be a dog in a kennel for the rest of your life? Why do you have to continue down the wrong path? Do you have no brains?”
Qi A paused, his fierce gaze gradually turning into sadness.
At this moment, the chaotic sound of police sirens came from the winding mountain road. A battered BYD took the lead and drove into the yard. Before the car could stop, the door opened and Tuxi Ling jumped out of the car.
He raised his gun: “Don’t move!”
Lan He looked at him with a headache, resenting that he had come at the wrong time. He had almost persuaded Qi A.
Too bad.
Sure enough, as soon as he saw Tuxi Ling, Qi A’s softened gaze became fierce again. He picked up the half-conscious Jiu Ya as a shield and ran towards Tuxi Ling like a mad bull.
Tuxi Ling was worried about hurting Jiu Ya and didn’t dare to shoot. Instead, he was staggered by the impact. He wanted to aim and shoot again, but Qi A had already pounced on him.
Shengbo Xia got out of the car, drew his gun and aimed, but the two people in front of him were fighting together, making it impossible to tell them apart.
Lan He shouted: “Don’t accidentally hurt Tuxi Ling!”
Shengbo Xia thought, do you think I don’t know not to accidentally hurt him?
He could only give up using the gun and went up to help.
Qi A’s fist, wrapped in the sound of wind, went straight for Tuxi Ling’s cheek. He gritted his teeth, raised his hand to block it, took the opportunity to raise his knee and hit his abdomen. Qi A grabbed his wrist tightly, jumped back to avoid his attack, and turned around. When the two fell to the ground together, they were still staring at each other, with hatred burning in their eyes.
Qi A’s eyeballs moved slightly, seeing the figure of another policeman running over, his heart suddenly sank.
With this slight distraction, Tuxi Ling seized the opportunity and slammed a heavy punch on his nose. Blood gushed out of his nostrils, splattering on his face. The pain made him wipe his face frantically, and a leg fiercely blocked Tuxi Ling’s half-kneeling leg, bending his elbow and smashing it hard at his exposed temple.
He was going for the kill, his movements so fast that Lan He didn’t have time to shout. If this hit, Tuxi Ling would undoubtedly die.
In the nick of time, Shengbo Xia hugged Qi A around the waist from the side, rescuing Tuxi Ling from danger. The two fell together in the flower bed, knocking down a large patch of tulips.
Having failed repeatedly today, Qi A roared angrily, scrambling to his feet, and picked up the shovel in the flower bed, using all his strength to hit Shengbo Xia.
Shengbo Xia was half a beat slow, and before he could struggle up from the ground, the violent impact on his back knocked him to the ground again. The violent roar above his head made his eardrums buzz, and a bloody aura rushed straight to his throat. He coughed hard, and dull pain occupied his mind.
“Stop—”
“Bang!”
Lan He’s shout and the gunshot rang out at the same time. Tuxi Ling took the opportunity to pick up the gun dropped on the lawn, but out of the nature of a policeman, he didn’t hit the suspect’s vitals. Behind him, several police cars with flashing red and blue lights rushed into the yard, surrounding them completely, and countless guns were aimed at the elusive bandit.
Qi A was shot in the back shoulder, his body swayed, and the shovel in his hand slowly drooped down, falling to the ground with a “clang”. He looked down and saw the young policeman crawling on the ground, and a black gun handle peeking out of his pocket.
His dazed gaze refocused, sharp and resolute.
He suddenly lowered his body and rolled on the spot, in the direction of Lan He not far away. At the moment of landing, he took away Shengbo Xia’s gun, and before anyone could react, the muzzle was already pressed against Lan He’s head.
Tuxi Ling’s brain buzzed, and panic and fear quickly climbed onto his face, then disappeared in an instant. He took a few steps forward and shouted, “Don’t mess around! Let the person go, and everything can be discussed!”
“Are you feeling sorry for him?” He sneered with a face full of blood, like a ghost crawling out of hell, making the policemen’s backs cold.
Lan He, however, had often seen him like this before, and tilted his head to ask in a voice that only they could hear: “Do you want to kill me?”
Qi A answered fiercely: “I’ll kill your lover first, and make you regret betraying us!”
Lan He raised the corner of his mouth.
“Who did you tell to stop just now?” When Qi A asked, there seemed to be a faint expectation in his tone.
Lan He’s eyes flickered, and it took a few seconds before he said: “You.”
The arm around his neck tightened, and Qi A dragged him hard towards the electric SUV he had driven, this time without any mercy.