Chapter 111: Do You… Hate Me?
Chi Fengxiao and the others were stunned too.
That masked figure… wasn’t that Chi Qian?
Did they mistake her for one of them?
[I’m stunned, Baby Qian is really being mistaken as one of them?!]
[This is all the hood’s fault—too much temptation!]
[Why isn’t the rescue here yet? My heart’s racing like crazy, I’m so scared.]
Chi Qian, on the other hand, was thinking this hood was surprisingly multifunctional.
So she blurted out, “Boss, this guy was acting sneaky. I came late because I was catching him.”
Then she slid down from Chi Yanliu’s back and grabbed his arms roughly. “Behave yourself!”
Her voice was intentionally low and rough, sounding just like a man.
Chi Yanliu: “……”
The masked leader glanced at him and nodded with satisfaction. “Good job. I’ll give you extra pay later.”
Chi Qian said righteously, “No way, Boss! Working for you, I’m not after money. All I want is to see you well and strong, that’s enough for me!”
The leader’s chest swelled with pride. What a loyal little brother!
“But wait, Boss… why’s he so short? Doesn’t even look one-twenty tall.” Someone frowned.
The leader narrowed his eyes suspiciously.
Chi Qian instantly sniffled. “Boss, truth is… I grew up poor, had to herd cattle every day. One time, I wore red by accident, and the bull chased me for ten miles. It broke my legs. Ever since, I’ve lived with prosthetics. Just now one snapped off, so I look shorter. But I don’t mind if others despise me—as long as my most respected, most admired Boss doesn’t look down on me, I’ll have the strength to fight my inferiority!”
Chi Yanliu: “?”
Chi Fengxiao & the others: “……”
Is… is this really okay?
The leader was moved. He swung around and slapped the doubting underling.
“You and your big mouth! How dare you stab a brother’s heart like that? Don’t you see his prosthetic’s shorter? Get down and carry him!”
The man yelped, guilt all over his face, then crouched in front of Chi Qian. “Come on, bro, it was my bad just now. I’ll carry you.”
Chi Qian wiped away nonexistent tears. “Brother, say no more. As long as you all don’t despise me for being short, I’m content. From now on, I’ll go through fire and water for you all!”
The leader clapped her shoulder. “Good spirit. I didn’t bring you for nothing.”
Chi Qian grinned. “Boss, so how do we deal with these hostages? Should we… take them out? I’m really good at this—why not let me handle it?”
Chi Fengxiao’s lips twitched violently.
Chi Yanliu tipped his head back, refusing to even process this.
But the leader shook his head. “No, they’re still useful. Let them live a bit longer. Lao Ba, tie them up.”
“Yes, Boss.”
Chi Qian gave Chi Yanliu a subtle glance, her meaning clear—
Play along, or we’re all dead.
Chi Yanliu closed his eyes and let himself be tied.
Not like he had a choice—too many hostages, plus one of their own had “defected.”
“Brothers, let’s go!” The leader raised his arm. “Time to claim the greatest treasure in this castle!”
Chi Qian’s eyes lit up. “Boss, isn’t all this gold the treasure?”
“Young people are so shallow. These trinkets are nothing compared to the real treasure.” The leader smirked proudly.
“Of course! We short-sighted ones can’t compare to Boss’s wisdom and brilliance!” Chi Qian immediately flattered him.
The boss looked at her with even more satisfaction, basking in the praise.
“Alright, let’s move. Don’t forget to bring that girl too.” He pointed at a young woman.
Chi Qian glanced at her. She wore a researcher’s white coat, with wavy short hair, deep-set eyes, a high nose bridge—an exotic beauty.
A real stunner.
Chi Qian had the urge to whistle.
The girl looked back at her, eyes calm as still water, unflinching even as the terrorists shoved her forward.
Pretty cool, actually.
As the group left, Chi Yanliu immediately broke free, chopping the guard unconscious with a knife-hand.
He quickly untied Chi Fengxiao and the others.
“Qian Qian’s not seriously going with them to find treasure, is she?” Shen Jing asked worriedly. “Those thugs aren’t easy to deal with.”
“They also took my job,” Chi Fengxiao grumbled, then turned to Yanliu. “Little Six, you already called for rescue, right?”
“I got word just now. The search team can’t lock onto our exact location,” Yanliu said calmly. “Even the pilot who brought me here said he only flew a little farther away and couldn’t find his way back.”
“Then why are these drones still around?”
“Maybe because they’re flying low and staying within the castle grounds.”
Chi Fengxiao’s face darkened. “So basically, it’s up to us to save Baby Qian.”
“You could say that.”
[Shout-out to Chi Group’s subsidiary for making such reliable drones]
[LMAO, Sister Chi has already become the crime boss’s right hand. What danger could she be in?]
[If anyone’s in danger, it’s those terrorists]
[Don’t hype her too much or she’ll crash hard]
Chi Qian was, in fact, quite comfortable.
She even had a terrorist acting as her personal steed—no need to walk on her own. Only thing missing was snacks.
The only drawback was how many rooms and traps this castle had. Really exhausting.
They entered a resplendent hall, and after just a few steps—click.
A mechanism triggered. Dozens of steel needles shot through the air.
Chi Qian yanked the masked man in front of her to shield him. Once the needles stopped, she patted his back. “Easy there, buddy. Dangerous stuff like this could kill ya.”
The man paled, still shaken. “Thanks, bro, thank you…”
The others’ impression of Chi Qian improved even more.
Luckily, this was just a terrorist group thrown together at random—nobody really knew each other. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have bluffed her way through so easily.
“AAAHHH!! A PYTHON!!”
“RUN!!”
From up ahead came shrill screams as the group of terrorists stumbled back in terror.
Chi Qian looked up. That giant golden noodle was coiled around the roof beam, its cold-blooded, slit-pupil eyes opening slowly, full of annoyance at being disturbed from its nap.
It gazed down at the tiny humans below as if they were just a swarm of ants.
Suddenly, its gaze locked onto Chi Qian.
She quickly looked away. Honestly, she really wasn’t a fan of limp, slithery things like this.
But the golden noodle seemed to sense her thoughts. It tilted its massive head. “You seem like you don’t like me?”
Its body was enormous, yet the voice that came out was the milky little-boy tone of a child.
The contrast was so absurd it was terrifying.
Chi Qian said honestly, “Kid, looking like that, who could possibly like you?”
Golden Noodle: “But I’m all golden and shiny! They used to say I was elegant and beautiful, you know!”
“You must not have looked properly.”
With that, it suddenly dropped down from the beam in a sulky child’s tantrum.
