The Byoukidere Is Her Sweetie

Chapter 40: 040: Behind the scenes emerges (second update)

Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Jiang Zhi smelled the scent of blood, faintly. He pondered for a long time and kicked the medical kit under the coffee table over.

Zhou Xufang’s regeneration and self-healing speed was eighty-four times that of a normal human. This was the data measured in the laboratory seven or eight years ago; she wasn’t sure what it was now.

However, the dagger wound had already scabbed over. It should only take a short time before the scab fell off, and then the skin would be restored as before. At most a day, and even the scar would disappear completely.

She glanced at the medical kit on the ground but did not move. At this moment, the police siren sounded outside. The police should have arrived, and the blood-red in her pupils had almost faded.

“Be careful these days.”

Leaving a sentence, she opened the door and quickly disappeared from Jiang Zhi’s sight.

After confirming that she had left, Ah Wan got up and went to the door to check. In the blink of an eye, there was no trace of her. A rabbit? Running so fast!

“Boss,” Ah Wan scratched his head, “why do I feel that Z wasn’t here to assault, but to help us?”

Jiang Zhi lowered his eyes in silence, not knowing what he was thinking about, dazed and lost in thought.

Ah Wan pondered, “And her voice, why does it sound familiar?”

Yes, it was familiar. Despite being deliberately suppressed, one could still hear a bit of her original tone, and her eyes, her body temperature, even the force when she pressed against him…

Jiang Zhi licked his dry lips, and waves surged in his eyes.

A few minutes later, Qiao Nanchu and Mr. Cheng from the Criminal Investigation Team came up with people.

Qiao Nanchu carefully examined the interior and asked Jiang Zhi, “Are you hurt?”

He shook his head, still seemingly lost in thought.

“Do you know who did it?”

Distracted, not knowing what he was thinking, he replied perfunctorily, “Many people want to mess with me. Can’t guess.”

People from the Jiang Family, enemies of the Jiang Family, openly and secretly, there were many who couldn’t tolerate this young master of the Jiang Family. Qiao Nanchu thought for a moment, “Move to my place for the next few days.”

“The old lady at home just called, asking me to return to the old house.” His gaze swept to the few dried blood drops on the floor, the light in his eyes flickered, sometimes dim, sometimes bright.

“That works too. Under the old lady’s nose, those people will at least restrain themselves somewhat.” The phone rang, Qiao Nanchu answered it, listened to the other side for a few minutes, and then hung up, “Just now, half an hour ago, the Criminal Investigation Team received a report that Z committed another crime in the suburbs.”

This was the fourth case this month. As before, the scene had the mark of the professional errand runner Z.

Jiang Zhi’s drooping eyelids lifted, “It wasn’t her; half an hour ago, she was with me.”

In those words, there seemed to be a hint of protection. @@novelbin@@

Qiao Nanchu sat on the sofa, leisurely looking at Jiang Zhi, “How can you be sure the one with you was the real one?”

Jiang Zhi was restless, the waves in his peach blossom eyes still chaotic. He casually replied, “She smelled of milk.”

Qiao Nanchu smiled without saying anything.

It was past nine, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows of the Huayu Building, the lights were dim and scattered.

There was a knock on the door outside.

“President Jin.”

“Come in.”

The secretary pushed the door open and came in.

Jin Song, with his shirt unbuttoned, sat in the boss’s chair, leisurely swirling a glass of red wine, “Where’s the person, did you bring them?”

The secretary shook his head.

Jin Song put down the glass, leaned back with his hands open, a faint and somewhat grim smile at the corner of his mouth, “I paid twenty million, and this is how you handle things?”

The secretary explained, “I’ve already contacted the runners.”

Jin Song shook his leg, silent and contemplative.

The secretary stepped forward and reported another matter, “There’s one more thing, it’s a bit strange.”

Jin Song raised his eyes, indicating for him to continue.

“Besides the errand runners we hired, there’s another group.”

Jin Song thought for a moment and sneered, “They even made a backup plan.” Sitting in the boss’s chair, he turned half a circle, stood up, and dialed a number.

Jin Song got straight to the point, “Mr. Jiang, did you hire another group of people because you don’t trust me?”

The person on the other end of the line gave a brief explanation, not wanting to say more.

At this moment, there was a knock on the door, and someone pushed it open, “President Jin.”

Jin Song looked at the man at the door, then returned to the person on the phone, “Rest assured, once the funds are in place, my mouth will be sealed tight.”

The other side hung up first.

Jin Song smirked mockingly, threw the phone on the table, and looked up at the man at the door, “Linsu, come here.”

The vice president of Huayu, known for his preference for male lovers, wasn’t a secret in the circle.

Zhou Xufang returned to Yuquan Bay, and it was almost ten.

“You’re hurt?”

The computer camera was connected to Shuangjiang. As soon as Zhou Xufang walked in, Shuangjiang saw the blood on her arm.

Zhou Xufang took off the black hooded jacket and threw it directly into the metal trash can, “It’s nothing.”

Shuangjiang knew some of her healing abilities. From the camera, the scabbed wound seemed to be no major issue.

“The client just contacted me, asking where the person they wanted is.”

Zhou Xufang took off her hat and mask, threw them together with the jacket, poured some alcohol in, and tossed in a match. The flames instantly reflected in her eyes, flickering lights.

She spoke coldly, “Tell him the task failed. Compensation is possible, but there needs to be an explanation. My rule is, once I take a task, no one else can interfere.”

Shuangjiang understood her intent, “I’ll handle it.”

Zhou Xufang closed the lid of the metal trash can, and the air was filled with the smell of burning, “Shuangjiang, do me a favor.”

“What do you need?”

She threw a marshmallow into her mouth, rolled up her sleeves, and used a wet wipe to clean the dried blood on her arm. Her voice was as cold as her gaze, “I need to know who wants to harm Jiang Zhi.”