Shocking! She Returned with a Miniature Bigshot

Chapter 287: If You Want to Die, Don’t Drag Me Down

Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation

Ji Chi got up and followed him outside. As they passed by three corpses, Ji Chi’s heart skipped a beat. Jiang Junlin was indeed familiar with this assassination technique, from the direction to the setup, everything was clear.

These were people from the underworld dark web coming to kill him!

As Jiang Junlin passed by one of the corpses, he took the gun and ammunition, and the two of them got into a car and quickly left. Jiang Junlin leaned against the passenger seat, sweating profusely, his face turning paler by the second. He took Ji Chi’s phone and contacted Gu Ci, “Cici, compile a list of everyone from the dark web in Paris, all personnel!”

“Brother? You’re out?” Gu Ci was very surprised. “Are you okay?”

“Who led the team to rescue me tonight?”

“It was Master, she’s on-site, what’s wrong?” Gu Ci could hear the worry in Jiang Junlin’s voice, and her heart sank.

“Recall everyone!”

“Now?” Gu Ci was puzzled.

“Right now!” Jiang Junlin said, “You compile a list of personnel yourself, don’t go through anyone else, gather them all at safe point number one, and count the number of people.”

“Okay!” Gu Ci said, “Brother, you’re okay, right!”

“I won’t die, do it now!”

“Alright!”

Ji Chi raised an eyebrow and said with a smirk, “So, it’s Miss Gu Ci. 1 thought after I locked you up, who would take over the underworld dark web. It seems you had a trick up your sleeve even before I imprisoned you. Quite a clever move!”

Jiang Junlin didn’t answer his question, but his face grew paler, and he felt a bit dizzy. He glanced at the road and sensed that something was amiss. Ji Chi tossed his phone onto a passing pickup truck, then made a right turn onto another road.

“Where are you going?”

“Since they are from the underworld dark web, they can trace the phone to find our location. 1 can’t go to the casino; who knows if some of them will retreat while others stay behind to continue trying to kill you!”

Jiang Junlin felt somewhat dazed. It was late at night, around ten o’clock, and there were hardly any people on the road. Ji Chi parked the car by the side of the road, surveyed the surroundings, and then helped Jiang Junlin inside a private clinic.

After closing the door, Ji Chi searched for gauze, needles, and hemostatic medicine. He quickly prepared a saline drip for Jiang Junlin, who swatted his hand away. “Get lost!”

“Brother, don’t move!” Ji Chi pressed him down forcefully, parted his hair, and fortunately, the wound wasn’t too deep. Ji Chi’s expression became solemn. “Without me, do you plan to sew up the wound by yourself?”

Jiang Junlin gritted his teeth, remaining silent, and looked at his forearm. Ji Chi’s forearm had been injured three or four times, and the wounds had already festered. How had he managed to endure all the way here, and it didn’t seem to affect his ability to use a gun!

If he hadn’t seen it with his own eyes, he would have suspected that Ji Chi’s injury was a ruse.

“It’ll hurt a bit, bear with it!” There was no anesthesia in the small clinic, so Ji Chi had no choice but to sew it directly.

Jiang Junlin said in a low voice, “No need for small talk, just hurry!”

Ji Chi first stitched up the wound on his head, using thirteen stitches. Jiang Junlin didn’t make a sound, but his clenched fists and drenched sweat betrayed his pain. Ji Chi felt sorry for him but had no other choice.

Jiang Junlin took off his shirt, already stained with blood and sweat, and tossed it into the trash bin. Ji Chi disinfected the wound on his back and stitched up more than twenty stitches to avoid prolonging his torture. Jiang Junlin was in so much pain that his consciousness began to blur, and he experienced spasms in his stomach. He intentionally pushed himself to the point of acute gastritis, which was the aftereffect of enduring the pain. Jiang Junlin asked Ji Chi to fetch an anti-inflammatory injection and administered it himself to alleviate the stomach pain.

Without anesthesia, a total of about forty stitches were needed, and Jiang Junlin was in so much pain that his nerves felt numb.

Ji Chi rolled up a piece of gauze and placed it in his mouth for him to bite down on. Ji Chi looked at him with great distress. After finishing the stitches, Ji Chi found a clean T-shirt and used a towel to wipe away the sweat. That’s when he noticed the bruises on Jiang Junlin’s stomach, dark and mottled from repeated pressing. It was clear that a significant force had been applied.

Ji Chi glared at him fiercely. “This is the reason for your sudden gastritis. You knew you had a stomach condition, and yet you dared…”

Was Jiang Junlin this harsh on himself?

Jiang Junlin weakly put on the T-shirt, gave him a cold look, showing none of the decisiveness he had displayed while protecting him in the car. He was even irritated, pushing Ji Chi away with a kick. “I don’t have the mood to listen to your nonsense!”

Ji Chi’s face turned pale. In Jiang Junlin’s eyes, everything about him was just nonsense.

“Let’s go!” Ji Chi stood up and pulled him to leave. Jiang Junlin glanced at his forearm, took some medicine, and followed Ji Chi out. Although the wound on his back had been stitched up, he couldn’t make any sudden movements. They got into another car and left the area.

“They came after me. You should go!” Jiang Junlin said in a low voice. These people were well-trained and ruthless. If Ji Chi stayed with him, they would both be in danger.

“You can forget about it!” Ji Chi said through gritted teeth. “Anyone who wants to kill you will have to step over my dead body first!”

He never hid his intentions from Jiang Junlin, whether they were good or bad.

Jiang Junlin lowered his gaze and spoke in a deep voice, “Black Hawk should stay out of our internal underworld matters!”

“I’ve lost my phone, and this has nothing to do with Black Hawk,” Ji Chi replied. Besides not wanting to be tracked, he was also sending a message to Nick: “Don’t interfere in this matter.”

He could go to great lengths for Jiang Junlin, but his Black Hawk Guard had no responsibility or obligation.

“If you want to die, that’s your choice!” Jiang Junlin’s tone was exceptionally cold. He had just escaped from Ji Chi’s secret room and was now caught up in another assassination attempt. Regardless of who it was, no one would be in a good mood.

“Do you have a safe house in Paris?” Ji Chi didn’t mind his coldness. Jiang Junlin had said all sorts of harsh things to him, and Ji Chi had become immune to it. He was like gum stuck to Jiang Junlin, impossible to shake off.

Jiang Junlin did have a safe house in Paris, but by now, it was probably not safe.

“I do!” Ji Chi sneered, “It’s better than being locked up by me.”

“Buy two disposable SIM cards and a phone.”

“Do you have money?” Ji Chi taunted. “Do you have a card?”

Jiang Junlin had nothing on him. Ji Chi’s phone wasn’t with him, and he hadn’t brought any money or cards. “So, we’re broke, without money even for food. Accept your fate, brother!”

No matter how much they tormented each other, no matter how they clashed, in a critical moment, they could always stand together against external threats.

Jiang Junlin closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. Ji Chi glanced at him. Despite the excessive blood loss, gastritis, and weakness, he was somewhat surprised that Jiang Junlin could let his guard down and fall asleep. During their time together, Jiang Junlin had always been vigilant.

It was strange. After coming out, with their lives hanging by a thread, he found it reassuring to have Jiang Junlin sleeping beside him.

Back in the car, Jiang Junlin had knocked him unconscious. If he hadn’t been awakened by the gunshot, would Jiang Junlin have left him at the scene to die? After all, with him as a burden, they wouldn’t have gotten far.

Ji Chi stared ahead with a deep and solemn look. They were driving through a snowstorm, and there was no end in sight, no way back..