Shameless Gangster

Chapter 18B

Title: Everything in the world is as changeable as chess (is).

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"Han Jia, if my dad and I fell into the water at the same time and you could only save one of us, who would you save?"

What was Han Jia doing at that time? Enjoying the view in front of the window, sorting out the things in the cupboard, or clumsily cooking?

In short, he had his back to him and didn't turn his head around when he commented syllable by syllable: "Bo—ring."

He refused to give up and pounced over to hold Han Jia's waist, lightly nibbling on his shoulder through the clothing as he vaguely said: "Tell me, who will you save?"

"I will save Jiang Laoshi," Han Jia answered very directly this time.

"I'll die then." He blew into Han Jia's ear and used a very grief-stricken voice, "What are you going to do if I die?"

"Me? I'll miss you." Han Jia seemed to smile, "Don't worry. When I'm with someone else later on, I'll miss you from time to time."

"Hey! What did you say?" He became angry. Even if he knew that Han Jia was joking, he was still very angry.

Han Jia really laughed. He turned his hand over and placed it on his shoulder, then turned around, kissed him on the top of his head, and said warmly: "Then, don't die."

He was still angry, so he snorted and refused to answer.

Han Jia sighed, he seemed to be laughing when he sighed. Han Jia then stretched his arms around him, lowered his head slightly, and kissed him.

He was always eager and impulsive, and Han Jia was patient and submissive, but whether it was a kiss or a more emotionally exciting thing, it seemed that Han Jia always took the lead.

But he didn't know how to cherish it then and was actually angry. His movements were rough, and he could not remember whether or not he had tasted a hint of blood.

He only remembered that when the kiss was over, Han Jia's eyes were bright as he looked at him with a smile and kept lowering his head to kiss him:

"Can this temper of yours get any worse? Okay, okay, if you die, I'll be sad and go crazy. Let me think... in short, I wouldn't be able to go on living. I'll die together with you in the name of love." The light that flickered in Han Jia's eyes might have seemed like a joke, but his tone of voice was filled with seriousness. "So you have to live well and don't do anything dangerous anymore..."

How did he answer him at that time? Was he still angry? Or did he pretend to be angry to hear more sweet words?

Did he answer Han Jia?

Beep, beep, beep.

In the silence of the darkness, the faintest electronic sound went off, and in this confined space it was extremely clear.

Jiang Xiaoning opened his eyes in response; his expression alert and calm, containing a fierce fighting spirit.

He glanced at the luminous watch, with the hour hand pointing at eleven o'clock.

In the dark, he accurately located the position of the lock, turned his wrist, and an extremely delicate micro-tool appeared in his hand. He flicked the tip of the micro-tool a few times, and with a click, the lock was opened from the inside, and Jiang Xiaoning quietly moved out in a flash.

There was no light in the room even though the blinds were open, allowing the dim moonlight to spill in through the window. Jiang Xiaoning walked into the darkness where the moonlight could not reach and stretched his stiff limbs that had not moved in a long while.