Chapter 1706: Old Dreams of Beiping: The Beauty Actor Overpowers the Big Shot 21

"Isn't there a reason for this? Besides… he himself agreed to it, that's a big deal."

Chu Wu felt a bit guilty, also knowing this happened because he hadn't arranged his time well, watching helplessly as the first deal was completed right there in the theater, which made him desperate and resort to any remedy.

Fortunately, Jin Chen was sensible; after receiving the note, he obediently followed Wan Changhong back.

"But don't worry, I've already had someone give Wan Changhong a sedative; he's definitely powerless and passed out now, so I didn't let your beloved…… wait."

Chu Wu had just finished speaking when he saw the person he'd sent to deliver the sedative standing guard at the doorway, his expression stiffening: "What the hell are you doing here?"

The subordinate innocently said, "Fifth Master, I can't get past the multiple guards at the main residence, and you told me not to startle the snake before Master Pei arrives— isn't this me coming back to find you for a solution?"

Chu Wu: "……"

It's over.

"Quick! Someone, rush in!"

Chu Wu roared in anger, fearing that if he delayed even half a second, Pei Yinnian's ruthless bullet would drill into his skull.

Pei Yinnian strode inside; that short few-minute walk forced Chu Wu to imagine how he'd die for the rest of his life.

Anyone guarding the main residence who made a sound was shot dead.

Even without others acting, Pei Yinnian's poor night vision didn't hinder his shooting; Chu Wu knew he was uneasy, so he had his people fire covering shots from behind, inevitably producing the noise of a fight.

In no time, Pei Yinnian reached the door of the so-called Master Wan's lodging; the terrified servants knelt in a row on the ground,

He heard chaotic noises from inside.

"Pei…… Master Pei…"

The servant bringing the medicine bowl, seeing this, went weak at the knees, knelt on the ground trembling, and pleaded, "Master Pei, spare my life!"

Pei Yiqing, seeing this, hurriedly asked, "Cut the nonsense, quickly say what's in the bowl."

"It's… an aphrodisiac passed down from the palace." The servant dared not conceal it, almost knocking his head on the ground.

Pei Yiqing startled and stepped back, shouting, "Shameless!"

Pei Yinnian's eyes gathered like a dark storm; he lifted his foot and kicked the door open.

What met the eyes was gloomy and dim, with a stench of rotting flesh mixed with incense that made one want to vomit; Pei Yiqing followed him in, nearly screaming when a piece of skin floated up from the boiler.

But Jin Chen and Wan Changhong weren't here; the lascivious sounds unbearable to hear were actually coming from a little boy kneeling beside the bed.

"Spare me, sir…… spare me, sir!"

The boy didn't know who these intruders were, but he recognized the guns, kneeling on the ground and kowtowing repeatedly.

"Where is the person who was brought here?" Pei Yinnian showed no pity, recognizing the jade bracelet fallen beside the bed as the one he'd given Jin Chen; he pressed the gun barrel to the boy's head and asked in a icy tone.

"Inside… behind that rack."

The boy, voice trembling, pointed to the hidden door, glanced at Pei Yinnian, then crawled over to open its mechanism.

The mechanism burst open with a boom.

Before Pei Yinnian could rush in, he was stopped in his tracks by the sight inside.

Inside the hidden chamber, papers flew everywhere; Wan Changhong lay on the floor, drenched in blood and on his last breath, while Jin Chen was unharmed, his clothes neat, instead rummaging through the piles of documents as if searching for something.

Jin Chen looked toward the opened hidden door, saw it was his own wife, immediately dropped the papers in his hand and stood there, looking somewhat pitiful.

After a few seconds of stillness, Jin Chen smiled at Pei Yinnian, whose eyes welled up; he quickly stepped forward and flung himself into Jin Chen's open arms, holding him tightly.

"I'm fine." Jin Chen lowered his head and drew a deep breath into Pei Yinnian's neck crook; only then did the nose, poisoned by the room's strange incense, find some relief.

He gently patted the back of the person in his arms and whispered reassurance.

Fortunately, nothing happened.

Pei Yinnian's tormented heart finally settled.

Jin Chen lightly brushed his lips across Pei Yinnian's, kissing him tenderly.

Only then did Pei Yinnian's tense body gradually relax.

He couldn't help but admit that Jin Chen was irreplaceably unique to him.

Starting from the news he got from Pei Yiqing, Pei Yinnian repeatedly tried, following Yun Cunxuan's advice, to regard Jin Chen as merely an insignificant actor, but he simply couldn't do it.

To the point that he nearly lost his composure, letting Xiao Bo Feng notice the clue.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 48!】

Jin Chen coughed lightly a few times, gazing at Pei Yinnian's worried eyes, and hoarsely said, "This place reeks; I'm about to lose my sense of smell."

"This bastard still wants…… to torment me."

Jin Chen's light gaze swept over Wan Changhong on the ground, who had been beaten into almost becoming a monster.

The next second, a gunshot rang out, and a bullet became Wan Changhong's final release.

Pei Yinnian lowered his gun, now having something extra in his hands.

"This is the contract Wan Changhong made with the British garrison; I found it, plus the deed to your shop that he stole."

Jin Chen, as if seeking credit, shoved them all into Pei Yinnian's hands, then innocently glanced at the speechless Chu Wu, covered his mouth with a light cough, and weakly said, "I also completed the tasks Chu Wu assigned me."

Chu Wu: "……"

Damn, this thing was done on purpose, huh.

Although he'd done wrong and felt guilty, he scratched his head, the words "sorry" stuck in his throat for a long time without being spoken.

In his whole life, he'd never apologized to anyone!

Chu Wu's face turned bright red from holding it in; under Pei Yinnian's gaze that could freeze a person, he properly apologized to Jin Chen.

Jin Chen nodded satisfactorily, "It's fine."

"You're doing this for your brother's sake; I understand."

Chu Wu: "……"

He took a deep breath; having enjoyed half a lifetime of glory, he almost suffocated here.

Yet he could only force a smile, after all, who made him Pei Yinnian's beloved heart?

Pei Yiqing came in hurriedly with a flashlight, "Brother, the people at the British Embassy heard the gunshots and came here."

Only then did he see Jin Chen, after looking him up and down he relaxed and smiled, "Sister-in-law, you're alright! Really scary."

Jin Chen was still smiling at Pei Yiqing one second, and the next second he was handed over to Pei Yinnian.

"Protect him well."

"Good! Brother, rest easy!" Pei Yiqing raised his head angrily, stood guard beside Jin Chen, still holding a mini pistol in his hand.

Jin Chen glanced at Pei Yiqing's small frame, lifted his hand sideways, lightly patted his shoulder, tone Youyou: "Better protect yourself."

He followed Pei Yinnian out.

Pei Yiqing gripped his small pistol angrily, clenching his fist.

Outside, the British Embassy's foreign devils saw Pei Yinnian expressionlessly dragging Wan Canghong's corpse out and throwing it; the arrogance they had just shown weakened a bit.

The leader, Wei Ke, instinctively raised his gun, his face turned ashen, and threatened in slightly awkward Chinese: "Pei Yinnian! Don't you want to stay in Beiping?"

Even as sinister as he was, upon seeing Wan Canghong's neither-human-nor-ghost corpse, he was still frightened by the ruthlessness of the perpetrator, instinctively thinking it was Pei Yinnian's doing.

The two sides faced off with guns; Chu Wu, facing these foreign devils, was like a furious lion, the domineering ferocity of a warlord clan unmistakable.

Pei Yinnian's expression was cold, yet inexplicably intimidating and oppressive; he stared impassively at Wei Ke.

"Is that something you should say?"

He seemed not to notice the gun aimed at him, stepping closer slowly; Wei Ke felt this person must have some trick up his sleeve, somewhat nervous, "Don't come over!"

When Pei Yinnian was a few steps away from him, he stopped, each word deliberate, without warmth.

"Beiping, it's not your turn to run wild."

Chu Wu excitedly whistled, "Exactly! You actually can speak."

Wei Ke clenched his fist, secretly signaling the sniper hidden on the doorframe, but got no response.

Surprised, he looked up and saw that the well-concealed sniper had flipped over and collapsed, making no sound.

Meanwhile, the cold, elegant long-robed man who appeared weak leaning against the wall behind Pei Yinnian curled his lips, his gaze mocking yet icy, a silver needle in his sleeve glinting with chill.

The murderer was obvious at a glance.

"Isn't this person an opera singer? How does he know Chinese martial arts!"

"The people around Pei Yinnian are all Perverts, indeed!"