You Owe Me, My Love novel Chapter 434

Chapter 434 Life Or Death

Bai Rong just stood there calmly as the blade stabbed toward her. She never expected to walk out alive from that place; hence, it was not important who her killer would be.

When the blade was one inch away from her, Zhang Xingyu kicked it away, and Zhou Hailan tumbled down.

Zhang Xingyu pointed at her in fury. “You ungrateful b*tch! Is this how you repay us after all we have done to save you? It’s no wonder karma bit you in the *ss! I don’t want to help you anymore.”

“Calm down, Zhang Xingyu. Let’s save her.” Bai Rong took the bonsai on the rack and hurled it at the man in black, while Zhang Xingyu helped the mercenaries.

Zhou Hailan got up and darted toward the door, while Bai Rong followed her. At that moment, a group of ten men armed with machetes came out from the elevator, looking murderous.

“Get into the house.” Bai Rong dragged Zhou Hailan back in and slammed the door shut before barricading it with a sofa.

The fight was getting intense in there. Bai Rong brought five mercenaries with her, while Zhang Xingyu brought four Shadow Samurais. There were twelve fighters on their side, while the enemy had fifteen very skillful fighters.

Bai Rong’s men were in dire straits, as they were at a disadvantage. The situation worsened with the additional ten people outside banging on the door. If they didn’t finish the fight soon, everyone would be wiped out once the group outside barges in.

“Open fire,” Bai Rong commanded. The mercenaries quickly took their firearms and shot the enemy. Since it was a stealth mission, they didn’t want to use any firearms to avoid making any noise. But if they did, that meant they were going for an all-or-nothing gamble.

The group outside opened fire too. Bai Rong hid behind the sofa and pushed it against the door with all her might. Once the mercenaries killed all the enemy, they took cover and stared at the door, waiting for the inevitable fight.

Bai Rong scanned the bodies scattered around the house and the thought that there would be ten more deaths later frustrated her. She grabbed Zhou Hailan’s collar and growled, “You’re still trying to defend him even when he’s trying to assassinate you? Tell me who’s behind this!” Bai Rong was tearing up.

“You wouldn’t protect me anymore if I tell you who he is,” Zhou Hailan refused.

“No. We still need you as our witness. Now tell me who the guy is,” Bai Rong pressed on.

“Not now. I’ll tell you after I get out of danger,” Zhou Hailan insisted adamantly, but the look in her eyes had betrayed her—it was obvious that she was lying.

Infuriated, Bai Rong stood up and snatched one of the mercenaries’ guns. Then, she went behind the wall and pointed it at Zhou Hailan. “Talk!” she demanded shrilly, “Or I’m going to shoot.”

Zhou Hailan shook her head, smiling defiantly. “You won’t. Killing me won’t do you any good. And you wouldn’t have defended me earlier if you wanted me dead.”

“And that’s proof that you’ve never loved someone, Zhou Hailan. You have no idea how panic someone would feel when their lover is in danger and what they are capable of doing just to save the person. I’ll show you a taste of it!” Bai Rong roared, and she opened fire, but the bullet missed Zhou Hailan by the breadth of a hair.

Zhou Hailan was shocked that she had actually shot. “What are you doing?”