The beauty god is forced to love every day

Two days later.

Yan Qing went out as promised, wearing a simple white T-shirt and black casual pants, twirling a bunch of keys in her hand, and the bright red tassel on her left ear was bright and eye-catching.

The silver-gray McLaren in front of him opened one of its butterfly doors, with servants standing respectfully on both sides.

He took a look at the new car in front of him, then looked away indifferently. Just as he was about to go in, a gentle voice came from behind him.

"Qingqing, wait a minute."

Yan Qing paused when he heard this. He thought, this guy wouldn’t have discovered anything!

He looked back, "What's wrong?"

Mu Tingxiao walked in front of Yan Qing in a few steps and handed her the coat in his hand. "It might rain today, take the coat!"

"Thank you." Yan Qing took the coat and turned to leave.

Mu Tingxiao pursed his thin lips into a line, subconsciously reached out to grab Yan Qing's hand, opened his mouth but said nothing?

Yan Qing looked over in confusion, and saw Mu Tingxiao smiling at her, "Qingqing, come back soon."

"Okay." Yan Qing nodded in agreement, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes the moment he turned his head.

Mu Tingxiao saw the car shooting away at high speed like an arrow, and in the blink of an eye, it disappeared from the end of his sight.

The light blue eyes were filled with endless coldness, as if they could freeze the surroundings in an instant.

Xiao San was wearing a black combat uniform, with his gun tied to his waist as he walked. Mu Tingxiao was staring blankly in the direction the car left, not knowing what he was thinking.

He asked tentatively, "Master, just let Master Yan leave like this."

Mu Tingxiao irritably pressed the tip of his tongue against his back teeth, veins popping out on his forehead. He tried to calm himself down, "Let's do this for now! I'll go back and find him. He can't escape."

"According to the plan, today is the day Mu Hansheng dies."

Xiao San couldn't help but shiver and looked up at his grandfather. That was his father and he didn't know how he ended up like this.

Never die.

In the car on the other side, Yan Qing gently turned the steering wheel, "One, two, proceed according to the plan."

Yi Er controlled the screen in front of him, clicking quickly with his chubby little hands.

[Boss, we have completely penetrated Mu's security system and implanted a virus. It is estimated that it will take two hours to restore to normal.]

Yan Qing nodded. Two hours was enough for him to board the flight back home. When he returned to Country A, it would be his territory. Even if Mu Tingxiao came, he would have enough confidence.

"Where are the Yan family members now?"

He clicked the blue screen in front of him and brought up the images from the cameras where the Yan family members were. [Boss, all the Yan family members are waiting in the underground garage of the mall.]

Yan Qing felt nervous because everything was going too smoothly. She asked anxiously, "Where is Mu Tingxiao now?"

[Heading to the company, expected to arrive in fifteen minutes.] One or Two responded briefly.

Yan Qing gripped the steering wheel tightly and let out a breath, hoping that he was overthinking it. Mu Tingxiao was busy with his own business now, so there was no way he could catch him.

"One, two, notify the Yan family to get ready and start the action in ten minutes."

[Yes, Boss.]

As the traffic light turned green, he stepped on the accelerator, and the silver-gray sports car shot out with the low roar of the engine.

Ten minutes later, a cool sports car stopped at the entrance of the shopping mall, followed by two black cars. The people in the cars quickly got out and stood on both sides of the sports car.

Yan Qing opened the car door and walked out with his long legs.

He threw the car keys to the bodyguard behind him, strode into the mall, pretended to start shopping, and went to the innermost store.

At the end, looking at the people coming towards him, Yan Qing nodded slightly and said in a low voice: "Don't hurt their lives."

The man who passed by Yan Qing nodded, and when he approached the bodyguard behind him, he instantly launched an attack and subdued the man in just a few breaths.

"Master, you can go now."

Yan Qing heard the voice, turned around and looked at the subdued bodyguards, stepped forward and patted the shoulder of the leading man, "Give your grandfather a message, tell him to take care of himself."

"Since you have protected me for half a month, I will spare your lives. Feng Xin, let's go."

"Yes, Master."

Yan Qing took a few people from the Yan family and took the nearest elevator straight down to the third floor below ground. The elevator opened with a "dong" sound.

He was one step closer to home, and several people headed towards a black car.

The man walked forward and opened the car door. Yan Qing was about to step in when an anxious voice rang out, "Boss, sniper rifle, ten o'clock direction, hide quickly."

Yan Qing reacted quickly and rushed into the car, "Hurry up, there's an ambush."

Before he could finish his words, a few "bangs" were heard and the people outside fell to the ground.

Feng Xin, who was prepared, jumped up, flipped over the roof of the car, landed on the other side, dodged the bullets, and fired back.

Yan Qing's ears were numb from the shock, and she cursed irritably, "Mad, Mu Tingxiao, you are so cruel, you actually used dirty tricks."

At this moment, there was a loud "bang", the car body shook violently, and two tires were blown out.

At this moment, gunshots sounded like thunder all around, and dense bullets poured madly on the car body. The car window glass shattered instantly, and sharp fragments flew everywhere, scratching Yan Qing's cheek and Feng Xin's arm.

Yan Qing bent his body and walked out from the other side, his black eyes full of coldness, "Give me the gun!"

Feng Xin quickly handed over a gun, his forehead covered with fine beads of sweat, his eyes full of worry, "Master, be careful!"

Yan Qing took the gun and calmly loaded the bullet, "One, two, sniper position."

[Boss, at 11 o'clock, raise the muzzle of the gun by 10 centimeters.]

Following the accurate positioning of the gun, Yan Qing pulled the trigger neatly, and a bullet went straight towards the sniper.

Several bullets also grazed his arms, leaving several deep bloody marks on his arms in an instant, with the skin and flesh turned inside out and blood gushing out.

The muscles in his arms twitched violently due to the pain, and every tremor was accompanied by piercing pain, as if countless red-hot blades were cutting his skin.

He took a deep breath, looked at his bleeding arm, and smiled inexplicably. He was lucky that he was not hit.

"One, two, is the sniper dead?"

[Dead, Boss, your hand, do you need me to relieve your pain? ]

Yan Qing almost gritted her teeth and said, "No need. Only when it hurts will you learn your lesson."

It's all his fault for being too naive. He is asking for trouble.

However, the enemy's firepower became increasingly fierce, and bullets rained down like a rainstorm, leaving the car body riddled with holes.

The two of them only dared to hide behind the car. The firepower was too strong and sticking their heads out would mean death.

Noticing that the firepower had decreased, Yan Qing switched his hand to shoot and asked, "One, two, the best direction to break out."

The blue light screen in front of Yi Er was full of red dots, surrounding two white dots. It pulled its dragon horns in a hurry.

Various data on the light screen were calculated quickly, and the final result was a 0% survival rate.

[Boss, there are too many enemies. There is no chance of breaking through.]