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At the same time, a red dot appeared on Zhou Yaohui's temple.
The cold, hard Gun Barrel pressed against Zhou Yinkun's head with great force. Zhou Yinkun tilted his head slightly, his jawline becoming more pronounced.
"Wow," he said, tightening his grip around Xiaxia's neck, nearly lifting her off the ground. "Did you know? Your dad is pointing a gun at me for the first time."
Zhou Xiaxia could no longer hear his voice clearly; her face was turning purple, and her vision flickered between black and white. She could barely touch the ground with her toes. For the first time, she understood what it felt like to be close to death.
"Zhou Yinkun, this is my daughter," Zhou Yaohui said in a deep voice.
Zhou Yinkun scoffed and turned his head, allowing Zhou Yaohui's Gun Barrel to remain aimed at him. "Brother, what are you waiting for? Just shoot."
As he spoke, he tapped Zhou Yaohui's Gun Barrel. "If you kill me, my people will take care of you two—oh right, and your sister-in-law at home. Wouldn't it be nice for our family to be reunited?"
"As for my little niece," Zhou Yinkun continued, glancing at Zhou Xiaxia with a tilt of his head, "let the younger generation go first; they can pave the way for us elders."
He tightened his grip slightly, and Zhou Xiaxia felt a sharp pain in her neck as if it might break at any moment. In that instant, her survival instincts kicked in; she grasped Zhou Yinkun's hand that was choking her and let out a terrified whimper, tears streaming down her face. But her strength was insignificant against an adult man. Zhou Xiaxia struggled to reach out toward her father.
Zhou Yaohui couldn't see through Zhou Yinkun's intentions. But the child couldn't withstand such torment for long.
Finally, he lowered the gun aimed at Zhou Yinkun. Zhou Yaohui's expression was complex. "What do you want?"
Zhou Yinkun was pleased with this compromise; he loosened his grip on the girl’s neck just enough for her to breathe normally.
"Nothing much. How about I trade fifty kilograms of LSD for your daughter's life?"
Hearing this, Zhou Yaohui frowned. "You want to deal drugs?"
Zhou Yinkun raised an eyebrow.
"Dad never let you touch these."
“This is... not agreeing, right?” Zhou Yinkun smiled as he turned his head to meet Zhou Xiaxia's gaze.
The girl felt a jolt in her heart as she saw the playful and provocative glint in the man's dark eyes. Before she could react, he lifted her effortlessly, carrying her towards the back of the car. Zhou Yaohui was taken aback, reaching out to stop them but was blocked by A Yao.
Zhou Xiaxia found herself pinned against the wall by Zhou Yinkun, his grip tight around her neck, her feet dangling above the ground. In her peripheral vision, she could see the sheer drop of thirty-four floors below her. She felt like a doll nailed to the wall; if the man in front of her let go, she would plummet and shatter into pieces.
Overwhelmed by fear and pain, the girl opened her mouth but no sound came out. Her back was soaked with cold sweat, her body limp and weak, her breath growing faint.
This pale and powerless appearance did not evoke an ounce of sympathy from Zhou Yinkun. Instead, he glanced back at Zhou Yaohui and said, “Brother, your kid is too weak. Why not just raise another one?”
With that, he lifted Zhou Xiaxia again as if to throw her down.
“I’ll give you what you want!” Zhou Yaohui shouted. “Put my daughter down!”
Ignoring A Yao's gun still aimed at him, Zhou Yaohui strode forward and yanked Zhou Xiaxia away from Zhou Yinkun's grasp. The girl fell back into her father's embrace, unable to cry any more tears.
Zhou Yinkun took the piece of clothing A Yao handed him to wipe the blood off his hands. “If you want it tonight, then I’ll need you to put in some effort,” he said.
After tossing aside the bloodied garment, he turned to leave.
“Only thirty kilograms.”
At those words, Zhou Yinkun halted in his tracks.
Zhou Yaohui held his daughter tightly without looking back. “I have a total of thirty kilograms here. Any more than that will have to be reported to Dad. You wouldn’t want him to know.”
If Sai Peng found out, there wouldn’t be thirty kilograms—there wouldn’t even be three grams. Zhou Yinkun clicked his tongue in disdain. “Then it’s thirty kilograms.”
As he approached the car to open the door, he caught sight of his injured right hand again. After the initial pain, the wound had grown numb; the edges where it had been bitten were raw and oozing blood, transforming his once handsome hand into something grotesque.
At that moment, Zhou Yaohui passed by with Xiaxia in his arms.
"Wait."
Zhou Yaohui frowned and glanced at him. In his arms, Zhou Xiaxia trembled at the sound of Zhou Yinkun's voice, curling up tightly against her father's chest, her small hands gripping Zhou Yaohui's shirt.
She dared not look at him. The sight of her exposed calves in a dress made the man’s gaze linger, causing her to shiver slightly.
Zhou Yinkun took a couple of steps closer and called out, "Little niece?"
Zhou Xiaxia remained silent, and Zhou Yinkun reached out his hand. Zhou Yaohui moved aside, saying, "Are you done?"
"Don't be nervous, brother. I just want to say a few words." Zhou Yinkun's hand reached out to pat Zhou Xiaxia's head right in front of Zhou Yaohui.
"Sorry about that, little niece."
Zhou Xiaxia closed her eyes, as if she had already fallen asleep.
Zhou Yinkun leaned in closer and whispered something in her ear.
Although Xiaxia was still young, she was almost sixteen. Zhou Yinkun, being young and childless, naturally didn’t understand the need for caution when it came to raising a girl. Zhou Yaohui disapprovingly pulled back, not allowing Zhou Yinkun to get too close to her.
"The goods will be delivered to you tonight," Zhou Yaohui said before placing Xiaxia in the car. He shot another glance at Zhou Yinkun. " A Kun, take care of yourself."
Zhou Yinkun was annoyed by Zhou Yaohui's tone. Clearly fearful for his own safety and overly cautious in his actions, he still pretended to be the big brother. The old man bought into this act; otherwise, Zhou Yinkun wouldn’t have had to deal with such trouble for getting his hands on some goods.
Without even looking at him, Zhou Yinkun got into the car.
Hearing the sound of the vehicle pulling away, Zhou Xiaxia slowly opened her eyes. Zhou Yaohui carefully set her down. "Let's go to the hospital."
“No, no, it’s fine, Dad.” Xiaxia's voice was hoarse. “I want to go home.”
Zhou Yaohui looked at the marks on her neck. “Xiaxia, dear, we can’t leave this unattended.”
“Dad…” The girl’s voice choked with emotion. “I miss Mom. I want to go home…”
Tears streamed down her pale cheeks and dripped onto the leather seat cover. Zhou Yaohui felt a pang of heartache. “Alright, then let’s go home. I’ll have Dr. Marina come to the house.”
Xiaxia’s injuries looked serious, but fortunately, nothing was damaged internally. Her back and neck would hurt for a few days, and her throat would be hoarse as well; she needed to apply hot compresses and take her medicine on time. When Sama saw her daughter return in such a state, she was both shocked and heartbroken. Xiaxia said nothing; after taking her medicine, she curled up against her mother’s waist and fell asleep in her embrace.
Once her daughter was asleep, Sama gently opened the door and stepped out, heading to Zhou Yaohui’s study to find out what had happened.
What she didn’t know was that Xiaxia wasn’t sleeping soundly at all. Shortly after her mother left the warm embrace, she woke up.
Recalling the gun that Zhou Yinkun had pointed at her father filled her with dread. She hadn’t expected herself to leap forward and bite him in that moment.
Did he really want to kill Dad? But… they were clearly brothers.
Xiaxia squeezed her eyes shut and turned over, but sleep eluded her. She wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, forcing herself not to think too much. Yet the more she tried not to think, the more she could hear Zhou Yinkun's words from before they left Sathorn Tower ringing in her ears.
After his “Sorry about this, little niece,” came another lighthearted remark—
“Just you wait.”
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