Fated to My Billionaire Husband
Chapter 2400: Junqi, Run!
The taxi drove ahead, unaware that a sedan was following behind.
The affluent district is usually situated in a very quiet area.
Quiet, meaning few people...
The car drove on a wide, deserted, dark road, giving off an eerie feeling.
The driver focused on driving when suddenly a figure darted out from the side landscaping plants.
"Ah—"
"Screech—"
The driver’s scream was followed by an emergency brake!
The person in front fell to the ground with a thud, not hit by the car, but falling on their own.
"What happened?" Ansel tensed up, standing straight.
"It looks like someone fainted. I’ll get out and have a look."
"Don’t go!" Ansel stopped him. "Go around them and keep going."
"Huh?" The driver turned back, surprised at such... heartlessness from a five-year-old? 𝙧𝙚𝙚𝔀𝒆𝓫𝓷𝙤𝓿𝒆𝙡.𝒄𝙤𝓶
Ansel’s small face was serious: "Even if you want to help him, you should call the police first. What if it’s a trap?"
Oh right, there’s no one around here. What if it’s a trap?
The driver was embarrassed: "Kid, you’re right."
Lived for so many years yet less cautious than a child.
As the driver was about to take out his phone to call the police, the fainted person suddenly woke up, trembling and reaching out to them: "Help me..."
The driver was startled, about to get out of the car.
Suddenly, over a dozen shadows rushed out, some kicking the person on the ground while the rest charged at them viciously.
The driver tried to run away, but it was too late; the car window was smashed in an instant.
"Get out, all of you get out!" shouted the men outside fiercely.
The driver was so scared he begged for mercy, saying nice words.
Ansel felt the gun in his pocket and also held back the tense Junqi.
He told him in English, "Don’t act yet, wait for my instructions."
Junqi tilted his head to look at him and reluctantly calmed down.
The car door was pulled open, and the driver was dragged out and soon disappeared from sight.
However, they weren’t as rough with the two kids.
"You two, out now!"
Ansel obediently jumped out, with Junqi following behind.
"What do you want to do?" Ansel asked them, feigning innocence as he looked up.
A man sneered grimly, "You saw us kill someone, so you can’t be left alive!"
Kill someone?!
Ansel furrowed his little brows, looking at the person from earlier.
He had already fallen to the ground dead, with a large pool of blood around him.
Could the driver just now be dead too?
"Not bad, unmoved even after seeing a dead person," one man said with a voice of admiration.
Another added, "Why waste words, take them away now and get rid of them!"
As he spoke, he reached toward them.
"Junqi, run—"
Ansel agilely dodged the man, pulling Junqi as he ran.
However, after just a few steps, they were surrounded.
"Trying to run? Let’s see where you can go!"
Ansel let go of Junqi and calmly took off his backpack, tossing it aside.
"Junqi, get out your dog-beating stick."
Junqi wanted to throw away his backpack too, but it still had some snacks in it, and he couldn’t bear to.
Ansel glanced at him: "Deal with them, and I’ll buy you more tasty treats."
Junqi decisively threw down his backpack, keeping only his dog-beating stick.
Hearing Ansel’s words, the others burst into laughter.
"Did you hear that? He said he’s going to deal with us."