Tangling with the Western Commander - Chapter 307

Chapter 307: Chapter 304: Nightmare Chapter 307: Chapter 304: Nightmare He bowed his head, looking at her soft hair strands, and finally couldn’t resist planting a light kiss on her forehead.

His strong arms wrapped tightly around her, his voice unusually tender in the night:
“Sleep, you’re too tired. Rest assured, I won’t touch you until you agree to forgive me.”

Wen Xian: “…”

She didn’t speak, only embraced him tighter with her arms.

…

No one knew her thoughts, but tonight she seemed to be somewhat physically uncomfortable.

Thus, she was exceptionally well-behaved, falling asleep in his arms quickly and soon drifting into a deep slumber.

However, in her sleep.

Wen Xian seemed to be resting somewhat uneasily.

Her brows were slightly furrowed, as if something unpleasant was happening in her dreams.

…

The two of them clung tightly together in the room, with Leng Yue’s silvery light spilling all over the floor.

While they were on the warm little bed by the window–
The entire jurisdiction was quiet, seemingly also asleep under the night sky.

Only in the far distance where it couldn’t be seen, the sky seemed fraught with oppressively dark clouds, accompanied by the booming sound of rushing winds, a portent of an impending storm.

And just below that oppressive skyline.

Inside a dim, secluded space.

“Bang–!”

Accompanied by a gunshot, a heavy sound thudded to the ground shortly after.

A dangling light bulb at the entrance swayed gently, emitting a faint light, casting shadows of several figures on the rammed earth wall.

The scene gradually shifted, with fresh blood slowly spreading on the concrete floor.

Tracing the meandering trail of blood, a man bound hand and foot lay slumped on the ground, his head askew.

His eyes were wide open, but there was a hole in the back of his head.

This seemed like a dim, unnoticeable cellar.

A man in an ash-gray trench coat stood there, wearing black leather gloves, still holding a gun in his hand.

Three other men stood around him, heads bowed, not daring to breathe, two of them shivering uncontrollably.

“Now, do you know what to do next?”

As soon as the man in the ash-gray trench coat spoke, one man immediately knelt on the ground with a thud.

Clenching his fists tightly, beads of sweat had broken out on his forehead.

And this man, it was none other than Wu Ge, the man who had escaped during the robbery of the relics–
At this moment, he bowed his head, gritting his teeth, and said word by word, “Mr. Li! Rest assured, I will resolve this matter as soon as possible!”

With these words, the man leisurely loosened his tie, rotated his neck, and emitted a slight cracking sound.

Then, the gun in his hand shifted direction, the dark muzzle now pointing at Wu Ge’s head.

The latter instantly stiffened, holding his breath.

“Is that so? How will you resolve it? You’ve already failed once, you know. If the things we need don’t keep flowing in, we’re all going to be in trouble.”

As he spoke, his voice suddenly carried a somewhat indiscernible light chuckle:
“Also, that man you mentioned, since he keeps spoiling our plans, why not, go and kill him…?”

Upon hearing this, Wu Ge’s body stiffened again, and when he spoke, he held his breath: “He, he, I’m no match for him.”

As soon as these words came out, suddenly–
The gun was fiercely pressed against his temple.

The man beside him suddenly chuckled lowly.

Although he was laughing, it was only increasingly eerie.

Finally–