Chapter 332: Chapter 330 I Have Plenty of Money
"He escaped."
Si Yuhuan’s voice was tinged with barely suppressed rage.
"What? Escaped again?"
Jian Xi, trembling with anger, clutched her phone tightly and growled low, "Si Yuhuan, he’s escaped over and over, tell me how am I supposed to trust you? Weren’t you the one who said it was foolproof!"
That’s your son! He’s already been missing for so long!
Jian Xi gnashed her teeth in fury.
For a moment, she wanted to tell Si Yuhuan that the child was his! That he belonged to him, this heartless man!
"Sorry, I will continue the chase."
He hung up the phone.
Jian Xi immediately got up. "I must go to Saint Seymour."
Wan Yu nodded.
"Alright, we’ll leave right away."
Her phone beeped with several messages.
"Texts from Yan Qing."
After Wan Yu read them, his eyes almost popped out in shock, and he exclaimed, "Xixi, come quick, Si Yuhuan is seriously injured, he’s covered in blood, it’s horrifying."
Jian Xi snatched the phone away.
No wonder his voice had sounded so weak. Jian Xi hadn’t thought much of it. But now, it seemed that Si Yuhuan had sustained new injuries on top of old ones during the capture. Seeing him covered in blood, his white shirt almost completely soaked through, his handsome face devoid of its usual confidence, and his body lying in disarray on the ground, being carried onto an ambulance by several people, Jian Xi clenched her fists tightly.
"I....."
She felt some regret. From Si Yuhuan’s perspective, he had fought through a bloodbath for his love rival, to get his child. His ex-wife was not only ungrateful but also berated him daily, threatened, and wept. Upon further reflection, Jian Xi felt overwhelming guilt engulf her. She didn’t know how she had become this way.
In a flurry, she took out her phone and made call after call to Yan Qing, none of which went through.
Yan Qing had only sent one message along with the photograph. It read: ’Please, Madam, don’t be too harsh on Director Si.’
Looking at this sentence, Jian Xi felt a torrent of emotions—anger, sorrow, sadness, and guilt—surge through her heart.
"Wan Yu! How could I have become like this, I really hate it!"
Jian Xi broke down crying in Wan Yu’s arms, her whole being seemed to have let go, collapsing into a complete mess.
Wan Yu’s heart ached.
"You fool! You’ve been through so much before and after giving birth, anyone else would have lost their minds by now. The way you are now is already beyond ninety percent of new mothers."
"How many in the world have such a steadfast spirit as you?"
Jian Xi managed to make it to Saint Seymour, propping herself up.
By the time she arrived, Si Yuhuan had already been in the operating room for fifteen hours.
Yan Qing stood by her side, his eyes red.
"I really don’t know if Director Si can make it this time. Si Junyan, that bastard, actually planted explosives inside. He planned to destroy the entire town! Director Si personally went into danger to protect those innocent people....."
At the end, he was so choked up he couldn’t utter another word.
Jian Xi knew everything now. Si Junyan had been caught but escaped in the chaos, and somehow got a gun. He nearly shot Si Yuhuan. Luckily, Si Yuhuan reacted quickly and took cover behind a pillar. But he was still injured by the pillar, suffering broken ribs and head trauma. The doctor said Si Yuhuan could very well end up in a vegetative state. His situation wasn’t like that of the fifth brother; the fifth brother’s injury was a severed nerve, but his was internal organ damage, an irreversible harm.
"Si Junyan!"
Jian Xi clenched her fists tightly, her eyes blazing with an earth-shattering hatred.
"Lock down the entire Saint Seymour."
This time she came, she had hired an entire mercenary army, a full hundred men. Her main force consisted of bodyguards, primarily for defense, not skilled in assassination, murder, or offense. The group helping Si Junyan were desperadoes. Jian Xi didn’t want to sit idly by and wait to die. Against hoodlums, one must use hoodlum tactics.
Wang Hao stepped forward and nodded. "Miss, are you really going to do this?"
She was going to provoke an explosion.
Jian Xi looked up, her eyes blood-red. "He wants my son’s life, seeks revenge—should I just stand there on the chopping block to be butchered at his whim?"
She took a deep breath. "I have plenty of money. Send the word out, capture Si Junyan alive! I’ll reward a hundred million!"
Wan Yu was somewhat afraid of the current Jian Xi. She seemed to have genuinely gone mad. Spending tens of millions a day! At this rate, how many Yaowang Group would be enough to burn through?
"Si Yuhuan, you’d better wake up soon. Don’t say Xixi doesn’t like you; she’s going insane for your sake."
Jian Xi was indeed ready to go all out against Si Junyan.
「....」
Meanwhile, Xinxin was raging inside an abandoned warehouse.
She viciously slapped Si Junyan across the face, trembling with fury. Aggravating her injuries, she gasped for air from the pain.
"Using explosives in Saint Seymour, are you planning to incite global outrage and have the entire Secret Gate buried with you?"
The woman’s eyes projected a terrifying murderous intent.
If Si Junyan hadn’t changed his plans and used explosives at the last moment, she wouldn’t have lost so many brothers—in total more than thirty men, all buried in a sea of fire. Furthermore, a small town in Saint Seymour had been destroyed, an unforgivable offense to any nation. Si Junyan had brought them colossal trouble!
Si Junyan, enduring the swelling pain on his face, reached for the woman’s hand. "Don’t be angry, listen to me explain."
He was covered in blood, his clothes ragged and colorless, one arm dangling as if boneless, half of his face destroyed, making him look ghastly. Without timely treatment, only hastily bandaged, Si Junyan’s formerly handsome face was now as pale as a ghost’s.
"Explain what? You’re all sweet talk. You sweet-talked my foster father and then sweet-talked me! We all believed your lies, boarded your thief’s ship, and now you’ve dragged us into disaster."
Xinxin glared at him, wishing she could tear him apart alive.
She regretted it. She should never have begged her foster father to spare this man, thinking he would bring new life to the Secret Gate. Instead, he had led them down a path to death! The Secret Gate was now wanted by the whole world—how were her people supposed to live! What would her foster father do to her when he returned? Thinking it through, Xinxin wished she could just chop up this troublemaker, so incompetent in succeeding but proficient in failure!
Si Junyan wasn’t angry; he continued to coax her, "Look, Si Yuhuan’s fate is uncertain, and the entire Haohan Group will still be in chaos. When I return with his son to threaten the old man, won’t he obediently surrender everything to us?"
"You changed the plan on your own! Don’t think the foster father will let you off!" Xinxin, swayed by his words, saw her anger fading.
Si Junyan was right about one thing: Si Yuhuan couldn’t tolerate even the smallest speck of sand in his eye. With Jian Yanjun taking a bullet for him, no matter whether Jian Yanjun survived or not, she was doomed.
"If Si Yuhuan isn’t dead, given his nature, if you dare to do this, he will surely use every means to annihilate you and me. I fear it won’t end well. You’re just using the Secret Gate to seek personal revenge—don’t think I don’t know!"
"Xinxin, don’t put it so harshly. You just said it yourself—we’re in the same boat. I have no reason to seek my own death! It’s all for our bright future."
"Save your sweet talk for someone else!" Xinxin kicked him away, the chill in her eyes freezing cold.