Monopolize My Mysterious Wife-Chapter 494 - 480 What am I afraid of_1
Chapter 494: 480, What am I afraid of_1
Chapter 494: 480, What am I afraid of_1
She stood up, and Quan Jingwu reached out to stop her.
“Wait.”
“Hmm?”
“Put on your gloves.”
With that, he removed his own gloves and put them on her hands.
Jian Qing smiled faintly and then walked over to Jikin.
She lifted a foot and kicked at Jikin, prompting him to turn over.
Her aggressive action left everyone present dumbfounded.
“Are you Jikin?”
Jian Qing looked down at him from a vantage point, her voice cold.
Jikin, seeing a woman, looked at her with contempt. “Major Quan, is this all you’re capable of? Now you even have to rely on a woman to help you?”
The smile at the corner of Jian Qing’s mouth grew even colder. She stepped directly onto his chest with swift and savvy movements, “Jikin, it seems that you’re not as smart as Iverson. Hasn’t he ever told you that sometimes women can be scarier than men?”
“You…” Jikin, meeting her icy gaze, choked on his breath.
How did she know about Iverson? Was it Quan Jingwu and his people who told her?
No, not right. Going by her tone, it seemed like she recognized Iverson too.
“Jikin, M nationality, of Chinese descent, taken away by the Assassin Organization at ten years old, ranked tenth among international assassins at twenty-five, betrayed the organization in collusion with outsiders, was hunted down and then saved by Iverson, and since then has been with Iverson, dealing drugs together.”
Her cool voice calmly narrated, as Jikin’s pupils contracted. For the first time since he had been captured, a flustered expression appeared on his face.
How could she know so much? Iverson had helped him erase all records of his time in the Assassin Organization and even faked his death to mislead others. How could she know about these?
Jian Qing smirked, “Everything I’ve said should be correct, right? Or perhaps, you want to know even more, hmm?”
“Who are you really?” Fear flashed in Jikin’s eyes as he growled.
“Who I am doesn’t matter, and you don’t need to know.” Jian Qing’s cold eyes hardened, “Tell me, where is Iverson hiding?”
“Cough, cough–”
Jikin, with his chest clenched under her foot, had turned a purplish complexion.
“If you dare, kill me. The rest, you can forget about learning.”
He struggled against the ropes binding him but inadvertently rubbed against a wound, causing him to convulse from the pain.
“Why would I kill you? Your value hasn’t been fully realized yet. Killing you now would be such a waste.” Jian Qing tutted, her eyes coldly threatening.
“I heard you’re quite certain that Iverson will come to rescue you. I’m curious where this confidence comes from. Or maybe there’s something about you that makes Iverson’s rescue a must.”
Jikin looked down, his face in torment. But deep down, he was shocked by Jian Qing’s shrewdness.
“Qiao Yu, did you find anything on him?”
“No, I’ve already searched several times, there’s nothing.”
Jian Qing observed him closely. Thinking of something, she took out her phone and began to press leisurely.
Watching her movements, Jikin felt a jolt.
Jian Qing looked at the convoluted lines that popped up on the phone screen, among which a little red dot was constantly flashing.
Her red lips curled upwards, drawing out a bloodthirsty curve before she turned off her phone and put it back in her pocket.
“Jikin, I’ve found something interesting. Would you like to hear about it?”
Jikin stiffened and raised his head. A sharp gaze swept over him. That icy look brought a premonition of ill fortune.
“You can’t get anything out of me by playing these tricks.”
Jian Qing let out a sarcastic laugh, “I see that Iverson has spent considerable effort on you. No wonder you’re so confident that they will rescue you. I must give you a round of applause for this calculation.”
“Madam, have you discovered something?” Qiao Yu looked at her with bright eyes, asking.
“Qiao Yu, sometimes things aren’t necessarily hidden in plain sight. Eyes can deceive too.” She gave a smirk, her dark eyes penetrating everything.
Qiao Yu scratched his head, still somewhat confused.
Can eyes deceive?
Why does this statement sound so profound?
“Do you have a knife?” she asked, “Or a dagger will do.”
“I have one.” Abel took out his usual dagger and handed it to her.
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Jian Qing took it and knelt down to inspect Jikin.
“What are you trying to do?”
Looking at the chilling dagger, Jikin spoke in a gloomy tone.
“Aren’t you fearless?” Jian Qing played with the dagger, which danced nimbly at her fingertips.
“Since you’re set to die anyway, why not give me an opportunity to practice? Lately, I’ve been quite interested in dissection.”
“You dare?” Jikin glared at her with bloodshot eyes, yelling.
Jian Qing, her voice cold and harsh, declared, “There’s nothing I wouldn’t dare to do.”
As soon as her words fell, she gripped the dagger and drove it straight into his thigh. The clear sound of the blade plunging into flesh could be heard.
“Aaah–”
Jikin’s face twisted in agony as he screamed hoarsely.
Her move was so fast that it took a moment for the others to comprehend the situation. After hearing Jikin’s painful screams, they finally noticed the dagger lodged in his leg.
Swallowing their saliva, two teams of members instinctively looked at Quan Jingwu. He was propping up his chin, a doting smile playing at the corners of his mouth.
At that moment, they finally began to understand why these two had gotten together.
Because they were both equally brutal.
Jian Qing didn’t blink as she pulled out the dagger, spattering blood all over the floor.
“Hmm.”
Jikin doubled over, letting out a groan of pain, and kept perspiring with cold sweat.
“It seems it isn’t here.” She spoke to herself, the dagger stained with blood moving around Jikin, as if she were choosing where to strike next.
“Jikin, why don’t you direct me? So that I don’t need to stab you a few extra times, how about that?”
The profound meaning behind her smile created a sense of unease in Jikin.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He replied dismissively.
Jian Qing’s eyebrows lifted, the dagger in her hand pressed against Jikin’s other thigh.
“If you continue to play dumb, I may not have the patience to waste time with you here. It’s your last chance; would you like to say it yourself, or should I find it myself?”
Jikin stared at her, his mind churning in shock.
Had she really discovered his secret?
No, impossible. Nobody could know. Only he and Iverson knew about it. How could she?
She must be bluffing. He couldn’t fall for her trap.
Having made up his mind, Jikin decided to remain firm and keep his mouth shut.
Seeing this, Jian Qing smirked, “Since you’ve made your decision, I’ll not be polite anymore.”
As she finished speaking, she stood up, holding the dagger playfully.
“Qiao Yu, strip him for me.”
“What?” Qiao Yu touched his ear, somewhat disbelieving what he had heard.
“Strip his clothes off.” She repeated.
