Chapter 1713: Beiping Old Dream: The Beauty Performer Overpowers the Big Shot 28

The room was pitch black; reaching out, you couldn't see your fingers.

Pei Yinnian didn't speak, but his breathing grew heavy, as if he'd been thrown into a void.

"Jin Chen!" he called out low, instinctively.

"I'm here."

Jin Chen's dagger fell into his palm, he shot it at the man rushing out of the corner, hitting him square in the chest.

With the sound of the body hitting the ground, Jin Chen pressed Pei Yinnian's shoulder, pulling him into an embrace and gently patting him, "Don't be scared, there's no one else now."

Having said that, he lifted his gaze again, his cold eyes narrowing slightly, taking in every detail of the room's décor.

"Can you see?"

Pei Yinnian smelled the blood and was somewhat surprised; he knew that this degree of darkness was extremely hard to discern even for someone without night blindness.

Jin Chen chuckled lightly, planting a precise kiss on his cheek, "Brother, I'm gifted."

Pei Yinnian: "……"

He choked a little, admiring Jin Chen's ability to joke even at a time like this.

With companionship that kept the void at bay, Pei Yinnian gradually calmed, using his hearing to compensate for his lost vision, feeling the gun to chamber a round, intending to force open the locked door.

Jin Chen held Pei Yinnian's hand, "Wait a moment."

He put an arm around Pei Yinnian and walked to the deepest part of the room, where a half‑person‑tall cardboard box stood against the wall; after briefly describing it to Pei Yinnian, he kicked it open.

"What is it?" Pei Yinnian asked.

"Nothing at all."

Jin Chen clicked his tongue, having used only twenty percent of his strength, the box turned out to be empty, and he nearly stumbled from the kick.

After confirming there was no danger, Jin Chen suddenly lowered his head, his fingertip tracing Pei Yinnian's jawline upward, and kissed his lips in the darkness.

Pei Yinnian suddenly raised his hand to push him away, "We need to get out first, we're running out of time."

Being kissed in the place where he felt least safe, Pei Yinnian could even hear footsteps walking down the corridor, unable to tell friend from foe.

His back pressed against the wall, though he was pushing away, his heartbeat betrayed his true thoughts.

Pei Yinnian let out a low gasp, the handgun hanging at his side trembling slightly with the motion.

After several tens of seconds, Jin Chen released the now‑breathless Pei Yinnian, wrapped his arms around his waist, pressed his hand on the door handle, and exerted force silently, shaking the chain outside loose.

Not forgetting to tease, he said, "Is this fear… or excitement?"

"... Enough." Pei Yinnian gritted his teeth, turned the gun in his hand, and pressed its stock against Jin Chen's abs.

The chain fell silently to the floor, Jin Chen turned the handle, corridor light poured in, and a smile crept up his gorgeous brows.

"How's that? I was wrong."

Jin Chen, still in the posture of being held at gunpoint, lowered his head and kissed Pei Yinnian's lips again, "The door's open, brother."

Pei Yinnian stared back in surprise, first using the light to see clearly the assassin's corpse hidden in the room, then noticing the chain fallen beside the heavy wooden door.

Finally he lifted his eyes to Jin Chen, his gaze deep.

Jin Chen curled his lips, a hint of smile appearing in his eyes, he raised a hand to wipe the moisture from Pei Yinnian's lips, "Now you can believe I won't hold you back."

After a few seconds of eye contact, Pei Yinnian suddenly laughed, pulled Jin Chen's neck close, and pressed his thin lips to his ear for a kiss.

Without words, trust at this moment outweighed a thousand sweet nothings.

【Villain Heartthrob Value +10, total 70!】

——

Xiao Bofeng heard over the walkie‑talkie that Pei Yiqing had arrived early at the auction house.

When he arrived, he only saw Xu Nanchun making tea as if nothing were wrong, and anger flared in his chest: "Didn't I tell you to hold off Pei Yiqing?"

His tone was almost accusatory.

Xu Nanchun glanced at him, then after a moment said softly, "He sensed something was off and ran off on his own."

"Then you couldn't stop him?"

"How could I stop him—by giving my life?"

Xiao Bofeng's reprimand cut off mid‑sentence, his brows knitting tight: "What's this attitude of yours?"

"Never mind, I don't have time to waste on small talk," Xiao Bofeng said, looking away, a bit uneasy: "There's a British military officer in the lounge beside the auction house who specifically asked for you, saying he wants to see you; this could determine whether our cooperation succeeds… you… you go perform a play for him."

Xu Nanchun's hand shook, tea splashed all over him, he stood up in disbelief and stared at him, "What did you say……"

He swallowed his anguish, not even noticing the burning pain in his scalded wrist, as if meeting this person for the first time.

"You clearly know what it means to perform a solo piece."

Xiao Bofeng shouted: "I know!"

He turned around, grabbed Xu Nanchun's shoulders, his voice urgent and rapid: "Today it's not just about getting the money; more importantly, we must smoothly kill Pei Yinnian—I can only do this, since he's taken a liking to you……"

"After today, no one will know about this; just obey and go quickly."

Xu Nanchun was stunned, like a soulless clay figurine, unable to resist as he was shoved out the door; two foreign devils with guns quickly took up positions behind him, escorting him to the lounge.

Xiao Bofeng stood in the empty room, clenching his teeth and cursing under his breath.

From the walkie‑talkie came Chu San's voice: "Damn, we finally managed to separate that eerie‑skilled actor from Pei Yinnian—quickly send someone downstairs to find a chance to kill him!"

"Here we come."

Xiao Bofeng took a deep breath, then turned and ran down the stairs in the opposite direction from where Xu Nanchun had left.

At that moment, inside the auction hall on the fourth floor's central area.

Pei Yiqing searched in vain for his brother, and seeing that many bosses of the Beiping Chamber of Commerce were still bidding loudly, anxious and frantic, he could only sit in his brother's seat, pretending he couldn't see what was on stage, muttering that he should have worn his newly prescribed glasses for this outing, then secretly selecting someone trustworthy in the chamber who could relay information.

But the venue was crowded and chaotic, even the doormen didn't know how many factions were present; Pei Yiqing's eyes darting about, he suddenly had a brainwave, twisted the few sleeve daggers his sister‑in‑law had given him, gritted his teeth, and ruthlessly slit his arm to draw blood.

"Cough cough cough cough……cough cough!"

Pei Yiqing suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood, weakly sliding off the chair, "Help……"

Young master!

In the chamber of commerce, the several bosses loyal to Pei Yinnian were greatly startled; they hurriedly stood up and rushed forward, asking, "What's wrong with you? Ah!"

The auctioneer on stage, upon hearing Pei Yiqing's identity, had no choice but to signal with hand gestures to halt the auction, looking doubtful and uncertain as he gazed down at the crowd.

For a moment, the focus of the auction hall was entirely on Pei Yiqing.

Pei Yiqing broke out in cold sweat in layers on his back; just a glance showed that several people at the front and back doors were preparing to raise their guns. Fearful of exposing himself, in his anxiety his complexion turned pallid, appearing even weaker.

The tea… the tea is poisoned.

Pei Yiqing, with his hand wrapped, pointed to the spilled tea, then vomited a mouthful of blood; taking advantage of the guests' chaos, he grabbed the two bosses who cared most for him and, using his fallen posture, quickly whispered.

The auction of antiques is a fake; my older brother and the gold-thread robe may be in danger—you must quickly find a chance to leave and go find Lord Chu Wu.

The two who heard this were greatly shocked; in the blink of an eye they all noticed the people guarding the entrance.

How do you conduct your work! You actually let the poisoner slip in!

Boss Song, clutching his cloak, shouted angrily, glaring at the staff on stage with eyes full of menace: "Why are you still standing there? If anything happens to Young Master Pei, the chairman will not go easy on you!"

"Alright, alright, we'll go get a doctor right away." The staff member felt something was odd, but seeing that the blood he spat out didn't look fake, fearing a mistake in the plan, he hurried off to find someone.

Thus, the front door became a clear, safe passage for leaving.

"Hurry up." Boss Song gestured quietly to his companions.

She half-knelt, took off her cloak to cover Pei Yiqing's bleeding arm, then drew the concealed gun from beneath her cheongsam and slipped it into his hand, saying, "They might take you anywhere; stay safe."

Alright.

Pei Yiqing covered his mouth and coughed softly a few times, then was helped down by the staff.

Upon hearing that the tea had been poisoned, the guests, all wealthy or noble, could not stay seated, let alone the many media reporters present; the scene descended into utter chaos.

The bosses who had received the news began passing it among themselves, taking advantage of the chaos to leave.