CHAPTER 970: CHAPTER 970: NO ONE CAN BE AN EXCUSE

As Xiao Yehui’s words settled, several Royal Knights emerged from behind, holding a woman in their grasp.

Li Qiao saw the other party, and a ripple passed through her calm eyes.

Xiao Yehui took the gun from the Royal Knights and pointed it at the woman’s forehead, "Xiao Qi, you can deceive everyone, but you can’t fool me. You should know who she is."

The woman’s mouth was sealed with tape, her hands were tied behind her, and her eyes were filled with fear and unease.

Unfortunately, it was Mother Yin.

Li Qiao pursed her lips and returned her gaze to Xiao Yehui’s face, "You’re really at your wit’s end."

Xiao Yehui calmly engaged the safety, "It doesn’t matter, you can either ignore it or exchange her."

The situation was unexpected.

Everyone was in a quandary, if they ignored it, Mother Yin would surely die.

If they exchanged her, it was obvious that Xiao Yehui’s target was Li Qiao.

Father and son are the same, a beast with a human face.

Calling him an animal would be a compliment.

Li Qiao looked at Mother Yin, nodding apologetically, "Auntie, I’m sorry."

Mother Yin shook her head with tears in her eyes, unable to speak due to the tape over her mouth, but it was clear she had a death wish.

Xiao Yehui gently tapped the trigger, "Xiao Qi, have you thought it over?"

"Yes." Li Qiao seemed unthreatened, brushed her eyebrows, and mocked, "Why would you think... I’m a saint?"

Xiao Yehui smiled cruelly, lowered the gun, and shot Mother Yin’s foot directly, "Of course not, but you have a reason to save her."

The bullet pierced through Mother Yin’s foot, blood splattered, and she moaned in pain, unable to make a sound.

As Xiao Yehui shifted his aim, Li Qiao raised her hand to rub her temple once more, "You’re wrong. This time, no one can be a reason."

As the words fell, Mother Yin suddenly smashed into Xiao Yehui with her shoulder, dragging her bloodied foot, she looked deeply at Li Qiao, then resolutely jumped into the Maine River.

With a ’splash’, the surface of the lake erupted in water.

Mother Yin, hands tied, shot foot, leaping into the lake equaled suicide.

Xiao Yehui remained unmoved, giving one look with a ruthless glint, "Did you capture it all?"

The Royal Knight nodded, "Yes, Duke."

Xiao Yehui laughed wantonly, glanced obliquely at Li Qiao, "Tell me, will Yin Mo forgive you?"

Li Qiao calmly tossed the Sour Plum Box with a wave of her hand, the small box floated between two yachts.

She licked her lips, nonchalantly said, "Does it matter?"

Xiao Yehui looked up at the ink-black sky, chuckling softly, "Xiao Qi, you’re harsher than before."

As he spoke, he waved his hand, and Royal Knights behind him raised their guns.

More Royal Knights emerged from the cabin, one carrying a sniper rifle.

A buzzing sound from above, several drones hovered over the yacht where Li Qiao was.

"Xiao Qi, the Maine River sees boats trying to cross borders every year. Accidents are inevitable here."

Xiao Yehui hinted, stepped to the ship’s edge, held the railing, locked eyes with Li Qiao, an enigmatic look, "Tell me, did we reach this point because of Shang Shaoyan?"

At this moment, Yun Lih and Shen Qingye stood by Li Qiao’s side.

The six stood together on the deck, surrounded by the floodlights as if coated with dazzling gold.

Li Qiao looked at the lake, lightly asked, "Do you think removing me will eliminate the obstacle?"

"Of course." Xiao Yehui smiled softly, "With you dead, he’ll be ruined. A man with paranoia and mania, he’ll end up like his mother, mentally deranged — a win-win situation, wouldn’t you say?"

Li Qiao parted her lips, turned her face, sharp waves erupted from her deer-black eyes, "Then... do it."

With that said, the six stood side by side, turning in sync, leaping off the railing instantly.

Countless splashes erupted on the lake surface, gunfire followed.

The yacht’s hull was riddled with bullets, the Royal Knight with a sniper rifle fired numerous shots.

Even the calculating Xiao Yehui was caught off guard.

In the midst of gunfire, jumping into the lake was futile.

He clenched his fists, stared at the lake below.

Other than bullet-shooting water jets, no figures could be seen.

Xiao Yehui raised his hand, the gunfire ceased.

The air carried damp mist, the lake gradually returned to tranquility.

Xiao Yehui stood at the ship’s edge, closing his eyes tightly, "Send someone down to check..."

"Boss Xiao, you’ve missed something."

Li Qiao’s voice came from behind him.

Xiao Yehui trembled slightly, turned alongside all the Royal Knights, finding Li Qiao had shed her dress, standing in wet tight-fitting clothes at the rear ship’s edge, her features as pristine as before.

Beside her were Yun Lih, Shen Qingye, Song Liao, and Su Moshi.

The five quickly split up without a word.

The Royal Knights raised their guns again, but silenced gunshots suddenly came from the shadows.

Bullets precisely pierced through each Royal Knight’s wrist holding a gun, including the drones hovering above were attacked from the shadows.

At this moment, Li Qiao charged at Xiao Yehui, years without crossing fists, they both struck straight at each other’s weaknesses.

Xiao Yehui dodged Li Qiao’s fist, his eyes no longer gentle, slyly glanced at her abdomen.

If there’s hate, then let it be thorough.

Xiao Yehui lifted his leg to kick Li Qiao’s abdomen, fast and fierce.

Past, present, future, they were destined to be strangers on their paths.

What he destroyed was more than the feelings of the Border Seven Sons, it was his entire life.

As Xiao Yehui’s knee was three centimeters from Li Qiao, a bullet came from afar, striking his shin bone.

Without this shot, Li Qiao had already prepared for defensive retreat.

The silenced gun hit Xiao Yehui’s shin, yet he didn’t utter a sound.

Such that Li Qiao, sidestepping unaware he was injured.

Indeed, being pregnant wasn’t conducive to intense activities.

So Li Qiao focused all her attacks on the upper body, every punch striking true, merciless.

Xiao Yehui’s stature wavered, sweat dotted his forehead.

As Li Qiao’s fierce punch struck his lips, Xiao Yehui’s blurred voice laughed, "Xiao Qi, you truly hate me to the core."

Li Qiao’s breathing remained unchanged, but as she lifted her head and moved aside, Xiao Yehui suddenly acted.

His left prosthetic hand, seized Li Qiao’s neck.

Artificial intelligence prosthetic, controlled by consciousness.