Chapter Ninety-One: Are You Refusing to Follow Orders?

As the crowd had yet to react, Emperor Deep Affection drew a gun from his clothes, the muzzle flashing past Ouyang Mufeng’s ear before sending a shot toward Emperor Nine-Burn to the left rear.

Emperor Nine-Burn turned slightly aside; the bullet grazed his cheek, drawing a thin line of blood.

The guests only heard a loud blast before the glass at the banquet table shattered, plunging the hall into chaos.

“Sir!” Emperor Xing hurried forward to check his injuries.

Emperor Nine-Burn lifted a hand to stop him. He touched his cheek, and bright red blood stained the tip of his pale fingers. Tilting his head, he smeared the blood across his lips. “Tch. This is the first time I’ve tasted my own blood.”

To the crowd, Nine-Sir looked wickedly alluring, and for an instant they even forgot they were in danger.

In the other banquet hall, the gunshot had also been heard. Some were frightened; others had no idea what was happening.

Shangguan Riran and Ye Zuo exchanged a glance and immediately headed for the banquet.

Emperor Nine-Burn rose to his feet and walked toward Emperor Deep Affection and the others.

Emperor Nine followed behind him.

“Is Young Master Emperor’s gun disobedient?” he asked with a sinister smile, his tone dripping with mockery.

Emperor Deep Affection lounged on the sofa, idly toying with the gun in his hand. “Maybe it knows exactly who I want to shoot.”

“Is that so?” Emperor Nine-Burn drew several slender needles from his pocket.

Ouyang Mufeng and Gong Yi sprang to their feet, tense.

Not far away, Shang Mingcheng, Zhen Mi, Ouyang Muya, and the others also looked over, worry etched on their faces.

Emperor Nine-Burn said with certainty, “Then let’s see who is faster. Massacre.”

Ouyang Mufeng and Gong Yi looked at each other, both somewhat startled.

Lin Yan sat on the sofa opposite, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.

Emperor Deep Affection showed not the slightest surprise. The moment he fired, he had already known he would be exposed.

“All right.” He aimed the gun at Emperor Nine-Burn, targeting the center of his forehead.

Emperor Nine-Burn struck swiftly, and the five needles flew toward Emperor Deep Affection without fail.

Deep Affection looked at the vials, a trace of contempt flickering in his eyes. He rapidly pulled the trigger.

Unexpectedly, no one was injured.

The crowd watched this theatrical killing, their hearts nearly leaping from their chests.

Those five needles and the bullets had actually collided in midair, forcing both sides off course. Two of the needles fell away, while the remaining three skimmed past Emperor Deep Affection’s neck, and the bullet, too, swept past Emperor Nine-Burn’s ear.

Such was the power of both.

“Master, something has happened to Miss.”

Just then, Mo Nine came over, his abdomen badly wounded by gunfire.

“What did you say? Where is Ye Zuo?”

Emperor Deep Affection had left her there because Emperor Nine-Burn was here; she should have been safe. Besides, Ye Zuo was also with her, and he had sent Mo Nine to stay by her side.

“Ye Zuo has already gone after them. It seems to be people from Thousand Suoyin’s side. I also saw Emperor Qingyin.”

Emperor Deep Affection could no longer care about anything else. He immediately located the bracelet’s position. Since Riran had not yet lit the ring, she must still be safe.

He left the banquet hall at once.

Lin Yan ordered Ouyang Mufeng and Gong Yi to send people to search immediately, and had his guards take Mo Nine away for treatment. He stayed behind to deal with Emperor Nine-Burn.

Xia Wanqing, Ouyang Muya, and the others also went to search the surrounding area.

Emperor Nine-Burn slipped a hand into his pocket, an unfathomable meaning surfacing in his eyes. “General Lin, don’t you think this is getting more and more interesting?”

Massacre had, unexpectedly, come to have someone he worried about. Tch. Rare indeed.

Lin Yan replied lightly, “Nine-Sir is joking.”

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Just as Shangguan Riran and Ye Zuo were heading toward the banquet, they hurried too fast and accidentally collided with a waiter.

The wine spilled all over Shangguan Riran’s gown, so she went to the restroom to clean it up.

Ye Zuo waited outside for a long time and still did not see Shangguan Riran come out. In an instant, he rushed in, and Mo Nine went in with him.

But there had already been an ambush inside. The moment they entered, someone opened fire. The gun had been modified into a silenced weapon, and Mo Nine, caught off guard, was struck in the abdomen.

Ye Zuo then told him to go inform Emperor Deep Affection while he gave chase himself.

When Shangguan Riran woke, she found her hands and feet bound and something stuffed into her mouth.

She glanced around and realized she was still on the island, though likely far from the banquet hall, since she could not hear a single voice.

All around were woods and thickets, and not far away, five people stood guard.

Before long, a familiar voice drifted into her ears.

“Have they caught her?”

“Do you think I couldn’t catch her? Even if I was stripped of my title, I’m still a princess. Don’t make me sound so useless.”

“Miss Thousand, you’ve misunderstood. Qingyin certainly didn’t mean that.”

The fog in Shangguan Riran’s eyes gradually cleared. Those three detestable women had actually gathered together. She sneered inwardly.

Emperor Qingyin stepped forward and clearly saw the mockery in her eyes. Leaning quietly against a tree, Shangguan Riran showed no panic and no fear, still as proud and pure as ever. That only made her hate her more.

Bai Xi was also seething with jealousy. Why should Emperor Deep Affection like her?

Thousand Suoyin kicked her with her foot. “Shangguan Riran, this is our first meeting.”

“But I hate you to death.”

“Because of you, I have no home; because of you, I lost one hand. Can you see it?”

Thousand Suoyin yanked viciously at her hair, forcing her to tilt her head back.

Shangguan Riran endured the searing pain on her scalp and turned her face away. These people disgusted her.

Thousand Suoyin slapped her hard again. “You think you’re so proud? Today I’m going to ruin one of your hands too.”

She took a knife from one of her attendants. The sharp blade lightly traced along Shangguan Riran’s arm. “Tell me, if I stabbed it in, what ugly thing would it become?”

At that moment, Ye Zuo also caught up. Bi Ya, who had been keeping watch, saw him and immediately opened fire.

Ye Zuo dodged swiftly, and in the next moment he drove his dagger hard into her neck and took the gun from her hand.

Bi Ya watched herself bleed to death, her eyes wide open even in death.

Thousand Suoyin’s knife was shot from her hand at once. She turned around and saw Ye Zuo aiming a gun at her.

“All of you, attack!” she ordered her men.

Eight or nine bodyguards, all strong and burly, rushed at Ye Zuo with a frenzy of gunfire.

In the blink of an eye, Ye Zuo shot several of them dead.

“Miss Thousand, let’s leave here first?” Bai Xi suggested.

“I’m not leaving. If anyone’s leaving, it’s you. I will make Shangguan Riran pay.”

Seeing the wild look on her face, Bai Xi felt a chill.

So only she and Emperor Qingyin left this place.