The Master's Mask Unveiled Again

Chapter 194: Chapter 193: Can’t Leave Today

Ye Jinwen was extremely worried about Xiao Qimo’s safety. Although she knew his capabilities, she still panicked.

Xiao Qimo’s maneuver even shocked Guo Shuitian.

This man was the reinforcement he had requested, the one he had quietly sent for help before he negotiated with Bao Liang. So, it was no surprise to him that Xiao Qimo and Ye Jinwen came here today.

But Mr. Xiao’s actions, he could not fathom their meaning.

These people were itching to tear Guardian God apart limb by limb, yet he faced their hatred and openly admitted he was the person they were looking for.

Wasn’t this like walking into a trap?!

Moreover, these people had weapons; a misfire could lead to unimaginable consequences.

No matter how calm he had been before, now he was starting to panic.

Guo Zihao was also lost in a befuddled haze at this time.

His Wucheng’s guardian goddess… was Director Qimo?

Had he guessed everything wrong?

Among everyone, only Lu Mian understood what was going on, clenching her hands and pursing her lips. If it weren’t for Xiao Qimo stopping her just now, she would have admitted it already. Then, at this moment, the gun barrels filled with hatred would be aimed at her.

She wasn’t afraid of them, but was Xiao Qimo not afraid either?

Xiao Qimo paid no mind. He leisurely adjusted his glasses, his gaze steady as Mount Tai, somber and calm, yet with a threatening chill.

“Let them go,” he said to Bao Liang.

Bao Liang suddenly burst into laughter, leaning back and forth.

“This upstanding noble hero, you’ve come to our turf. Do you really expect to leave unscathed?! Oh, I did say debts must be paid by those responsible, but I… I don’t keep my word! Hahaha…”

After finishing his laugh, he looked at Lu Mian with an expression of regret and pity, his shrewd eyes also carrying a hint of wicked thoughts.

“Such a pity, such a pretty girl, you won’t be able to leave today.”

Lu Mian met his gaze and shook her head seriously, “I’m afraid that won’t do, I still have to take my classmate to an exam.”

This monthly test was very important.

Guo Zihao: …

Bao Liang cursed quietly, very speechless, “Are you the classmate who sent that text to the fatso?”

“That’s me.” Lu Mian glanced at the several mobile phones on the coffee table, figuring her message to Fatty Hao must have been replied to by them.

She lowered her lashes slightly, “Uncle, may I go over to my classmate?”

Her tone sounded obedient and polite.

In Xiao Qimo’s mind lingered her tender and slightly mushy voice. In such a critical moment, damn it, he was shamefully… distracted.

Bao Liang also seemed swayed for a moment, licking his lips in a shady manner. Her voice was indeed sweet…

After getting revenge on Wucheng’s guardian god, keeping her for the brothers to have some fun didn’t seem like a bad idea.

Lu Mian didn’t wait for Bao Liang’s response and already made her way to Guo Zihao’s side.

Despite the many dangerous glances around her, she walked leisurely and calmly.

It wasn’t until she reached Guo Zihao’s side that Mrs. Guo burst into tears, “Silly child, why did you come to a place like this! You could lose your life!”

Was this soft and frail, delicate and weak beautiful girl going to meet her end accompanying their entire family?

Lu Mian shook her head and offered Mrs. Guo a comforting smile.

She then took out a crumpled piece of paper from her school uniform pocket and spread it out on Guo Zihao’s knees.

“The first test is Chinese, these are the key points, you’d better look it over quickly.”

“???”

Guo Zihao, tied to a chair, looked down at the materials on his knees, and then at Lu Mian, steady as an old dog, and his forehead sprouted countless question marks.

The few henchmen standing guard were also bewildered; the test still mattered when their lives were on the line?n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

They really didn’t know whether to call the girl foolish or dumb.

They tied Lu Mian up with Mrs. Guo and Guo Zihao, and Lu Mian did not resist.

On Xiao Qimo’s end, the situation was critical, hanging by a thread.