Chapter 1716: Beiping Old Dreams: Beauty Performer Overpowers the Big Shot 31

Jin Chen ignored Chu San's reaction and fiddled with Red Beard's walkie-talkie; this time what came through was Xiao Pofeng's urgent greeting.

"Mr. La Ke! Thank goodness you finally have news—why aren't you in the lobby yet? We need to get to the lower level ASAP; Mr. Wei Er is still waiting there!"

Xiao Pofeng waited in the first-floor lobby to receive the Gold Thread Robe; it seemed his entourage were foreigners.

Jin Chen didn't speak right away, released the button, and asked Xu Nanchun, "What's Xiao Pofeng's attitude toward that red-haired foreigner?"

"He's terrified of Wei Er—that person… I've never seen him, I don't know." Xu Nanchun shuddered involuntarily at the memory, gripping his coat so hard his fingers turned white.

Jin Chen cleared his throat, pressed the walkie-talkie again, and shouted, "Idiots! Why aren't you coming up to the fourth floor to get me? Your people are all idiots!"

The room fell momentarily still.

The middle-aged man lowered his head in confusion to look at Jin Chen, unsure where that sound had come from.

【All-Sounds Simulator used for the second time, 20 points deducted. Friendly reminder: Host, you have one use left.】

Jin Chen said solemnly, "All performers have this skill—don't believe me? Ask Xu Nanchun."

Xu Nanchun: "……" I can't.

He met the middle-aged man's doubtful gaze, nodded slowly, and dared not say more to his lifesaver.

Pei Yinnian exchanged a glance with Jin Chen and said, "You want Chu San's people to clash with the foreigners Wei Er brought?"

"Right, Chu Wu hasn't arrived yet—we'll take advantage of the chaos to go to the lower level and get the Gold Thread Robe."

The middle-aged man added, "All the elevators have stopped."

"But we're on the third floor—we'll still run into them." Pei Yinnian thought this was risky, adding, "They want to kill me; the people guarding the third floor won't leave without seeing a body."

"Then we won't take the stairs." Jin Chen replied quickly, picturing the floor below this room's window—fortunately it wasn't the main entrance.

Pei Yinnian: "What do you mean?"

——

Five minutes later, the private room's window flung open; the middle-aged man barred it desperately, shouting, "No way! You're not going to get our president killed—this is the third floor!"

Xu Nanchun in the corner looked bewildered, unable to believe what he'd just heard.

Jin Chen actually wanted to jump down, entering the lower level directly from the lobby.

"No time left—don't block the way; I care more about Pei Yinnian's safety than you do."

Jin Chen rolled up his sleeves to shove him aside.

"Screw you."

He offered no resistance, flopping with a soft thud onto a pile of naked soldiers' corpses that Jin Chen had stacked as a footstool, his face ashen.

"President! No, President! You can't mess up!" the man lamented, pleading earnestly.

Pei Yinnian: "……"

So noisy.

He looked at Jin Chen, who was fashioning a descent rope from clothing on the corpses by the window, and asked, "Are you confident?"

"Yes," Jin Chen said, tying the final knot, reaching out his hand to Pei Yinnian with a rippling, bewitching yet gentle smile, "Trust me, brother."

"Okay."

Pei Yinnian took Jin Chen's hand, and the last hint of hesitation vanished as he was encircled at the waist.

He retuned two walkie-talkies, tossed one to his subordinate, glanced at Xu Nanchun, and said, "Find a chance to switch rooms and hide; wait for my word."

"All right, close your eyes." Jin Chen whispered.

He held the person in his arms and jumped—he didn't even use the knot he'd tied.

After all, jumping straight down is still pretty scary.

As he leapt, Pei Yinnian's mind went blank; it felt as if only he and Jin Chen remained, the weightlessness and unconscious breath-holding making everything more serene.

He even felt like he'd lost consciousness for a few seconds; by the time he came to, he was already on the ground, held fast by Jin Chen

and tightly held in his embrace as they rolled to the wall's base.

They didn't land directly on the first floor; Jin Chen caught the window in time, pulling them inside to the No. 2 Casino VIP Private Room behind the first-floor main hall, which corresponds to the third floor.

"You okay?"

Jin Chen brushed the back of his hand against Pei Yinnian's neck and said, "Your heart's racing."

"I'm fine." Pei Yinnian pressed his lips together—his heart wasn't just fast; it was beating erratically.

Pei Yinnian took a deep breath, his gaze gradually steadying, but the thrill of the high jump wouldn't subside.

After extreme sports, people always want to do something to release the tension.

Pei Yinnian pulled Jin Chen's neck toward him and gave his lips a fierce kiss, a sudden surge of desire spilling over: "You're becoming harder and harder to read."

"No need to doubt—I belong only to you." Jin Chen's clear voice echoed in his ear, soothing Pei Yinnian's racing heart.

【Villain Heartthrob Value detected +5, total now 75!】

Pei Yinnian quickly composed himself, cracked open the private room door, and peered outside.

The first-floor casino hall was packed, with enforcers patrolling now and then—trying to blend in would be no easy feat.

"Brother, Chu Wu is coming."

Jin Chen saw the military vehicles through the window; he didn't know how many times the chamber of commerce members' leaked message had been passed along, but the troops' cars rolled up in two columns, completely surrounding the casino building.

"Chu Wu and Chu San are both the Grand Marshal's sons—how can their positions be so different?" Jin Chen asked.

"Chu Wu and the current Young Marshal Chu Da are born of the principal wife; he's the Grand Marshal's pick to oversee Beiping. Chu San is the fourth concubine's son—ruthless and cruel but sharp. The Grand Marshal only lets him assist Chu Wu, and over time that naturally becomes unbalanced."

Pei Yinnian said.

"Tsk, truly the legitimate line." Jin Chen kept looking out the window, idly grabbing a die from the gambling table and tossing it at the heads of the advancing soldiers.

The soldier who got hit immediately raised his gun, shouting, "Which bastard snuck up on us?!"

Pei Yinnian stood beside the window, his expression cold.

The soldier: "!" Oh my god.

He hurried over, panting, and shouted, "Fifth Lord!"

Chu Wu's reliability at crucial moments still made Pei Yinnian trust him greatly.

Of course, there's nothing he can do about not trusting; after all, this is still an internal military matter, and Pei Yinnian only wants to have a clear conscience.

"What the hell, is Xiao Bo Feng's little bastard trying to rebel?!" Chu Wu's hair stood on end with anger, "Did you find the Gold Thread Robe?"

"In the basement, cover our retreat downstairs, then go back up and fight the foreign devils." Jin Chen said.

"... Hiss, alright! I'm coming in now!"

Chu Wu turned and ran, shouting while he ran: "Which blind-eyed reporter is blocking the door?! I'll blast you with one shot!"

"Everyone come in with me! Find Chu San and Xiao Bo Feng's two bastards! Kill every traitor, one by one!"

Jin Chen: "..."

Truly explosive!

The first floor quickly descended into chaos; the soldiers who went up to look for Chu San, the thugs brought by Xiao Bo Feng, and even the British garrison hadn't expected Chu Wu to arrive so fast, and the multi-sided melee made it impossible to tell friend from foe.

In this situation, the foreign devils became the easiest target to attack.

Jin Chen and Pei Yinnian took advantage of the chaos and, under Chu Wu's escort, entered the secret door of the basement.

Beyond the secret door, the sound of gunfire became somewhat muffled.

"Watch your safety! I'm going up to find those foreign devils!"

"Wait…" Jin Chen halted, grabbed Pei Yinnian's hand, tilted his ear toward the stairwell, and said, "There are a lot of people down below."

"The voices of the British army, Chinese people, and Japanese people." Jin Chen finished judging, pressed his ears, and said, "It's quite noisy."

"Huh? Who?" Chu Wu exclaimed in shock, "Aren't those bastards supposed to be in the northeast?"

Pei Yinnian said solemnly: "The garrison's advisors in Beiping include Japanese people; I estimate they haven't reached an agreement on the ownership of the Gold Thread Robe."

"What nonsense, why should Chinese things be up for them to discuss?" Chu Wu's anger burst forth: "I'll lead troops to charge down first and let those stupid pigs upstairs go first."

Just then, a crackle came from Pei Yinnian's walkie-talkie; he raised his hand to signal Chu Wu to stay quiet.

Over there there was no speech, just a lot of noise, but you could make out Xiao Bo Feng's voice.

"Damn, has Xiao Bo Feng's bastard figured out your plan?"