CHAPTER 140: CHAPTER 142 【142】DON’T EVEN THINK ABOUT TOUCHING A SINGLE HAIR ON HER HEAD 4

His dark eyes were filled with worry, surprise, confusion... and many other complex emotions.

Xia Xiaonuan couldn’t help but reach out with a trembling finger, wanting to touch Liang Shaochen’s face.

The other few robust men, seeing Xia Xiaonuan gravely injured and barely breathing, and somewhat fearful of Liang Shaochen, couldn’t help but want to retreat and escape.

But just as the leader pulled open the door, he suddenly froze there.

In an instant, everyone was stunned.

A black gun barrel was pressed directly against the man’s forehead.

Nangong Yaoling stood at the door, his cold and stern face emanating a terrifying eeriness.

Behind him were a dozen black-clad bodyguards, each holding a pistol, aiming at those seven or eight men.

The faces of those men turned pale with fright, and they heard the clatter of their weapons falling to the ground.

Liang Shaochen turned to glance at Nangong Yaoling and the bodyguards.

"She’s hurt!" He roared at Nangong Yaoling, stood up, and lifted Xia Xiaonuan into his arms.

Nangong Yaoling’s gaze shifted towards Xia Xiaonuan inside.

In an instant, his entire body shuddered.

He saw Xia Xiaonuan being held by Liang Shaochen, lying weakly in his arms, her face a sickly white, her breath faint.

Blood stained the corners of her mouth and her body...

At that moment, Nangong Yaoling felt a suffocating pain in his heart.

She was injured... and badly...

A murderous gleam flashed in Nangong Yaoling’s dark eyes.

His entire body exuded a menacing chill.

"Spare us, great hero! We’re just following orders... don’t kill..."

"Bang!" Seeing the change in Nangong Yaoling’s expression, the man couldn’t finish his plea before a bullet pierced his forehead.

Instantly, he staggered backward.

He died with his eyes wide open.

The murderous aura around Nangong Yaoling grew stronger as he stepped forward, rushing to Liang Shaochen.

Before taking the unconscious Xia Xiaonuan, he slowly turned around.

He raised the gun in his hand.

Then.

In the dead silent room, a series of "bang—bang—" gunshots rang out.

The seven men fell one by one.

Each bullet hit their heads.

One shot, instant death.

The bodyguards still standing at the door holding their guns hadn’t even reacted before a row of bodies fell before them.

Nangong Yaoling’s actions were terrifyingly fast.

And his marksmanship was astonishingly precise.

They had never seen Nangong Yaoling so enraged before.

Without even interrogating them, he ended their worthless lives with a direct shot.

The bodyguards, their expressions solemn, took a step back and slowly holstered their guns.

Nangong Yaoling turned around and took Xia Xiaonuan into his arms.

As he looked at the frail person in his arms, his eyes reddened.

He turned around and rushed out the door.

Over there, Qin Liu already had the car ready, on standby.

"To the nearest hospital! Quick!"

He placed Xia Xiaonuan into the car, then climbed in himself.

"Yes, Young Master!"

Under the night sky, the car sped towards the hospital.

Nangong Yaoling kept Xia Xiaonuan on his lap.

Her forehead was covered in sweat, and she was still murmuring something faintly in her unconsciousness.

"No... no..."

Nangong Yaoling accepted the towel Qin Liu passed from the front, his fingers trembling as he wiped her cold sweat.

"Hold on a bit longer, we’re almost at the hospital," he said gently, his voice seemingly calm.

But only he knew that inside, he was a complete mess.

He tightly held onto her hand.

"Faster," he coldly ordered the driver.