Breaking Through The Clouds

Chapter 118

Qin Chuan replied with a smile: "Yes, Chief Lu, as long as you can find the evidence."

Outside the window, the night became darker. The apartment's lights weren't on. The car lights on the road in the distance passed through the window frames and flickered along the ceiling.

At that moment, Qin Chuan stepped on the edge of the overturned coffee table, throwing it in Jiang Ting's direction!

Clang-

The tri-edged dagger collided with the metal of the folding knife, making a sharp noise. Jiang Ting stumbled back and stepped on the fragments of the broken vase. Then he immediately launched another attack: "Clang! Clang! The blades collided a few times, and Jiang Ting was forced into a corner in the blink of an eye!

Qin Chuan usually showed people the image of a gentle and elegant ruffian, but when he started to use his hands, it didn't seem unusual at all. The level of cruelty and agility was no less than that of a professional like A-Jie. The familiarity with the terrain and overwhelming strength helped him in the dark, and only a squeaking sound coming from the soles of his feet could be heard. Jiang Ting's back was firmly pressed against the wall, and the tri-edged dagger slashed toward him!

The metals pressed against each other, making a very uncomfortable screeching sound, and the tip of the dagger approached Jiang Ting's nose bit by bit.

"-When Yue Guangping died, if you really didn't feel anything at all...," Jiang Ting stared at Qin Chuan's eyes at close range and suddenly asked, "Why did you panic so much that you knocked the ashtray to the ground when you left?"

As soon as the voice fell, the crisp crashing sound from three years ago seemed to resonate in his ears again, still as terrifying as before - bang!

Qin Chuan's expression changed instantly, his wrists subconsciously relaxed, and Jiang Ting pushed him away forcefully!

Qin Chuan was caught off guard, staggering a few steps before he could stand firm, only to see a white light slashing in front of his eyes. His right shoulder to his right chest felt hot and cold, and blood splashed out in an instant!

Jiang Ting kicked Qin Chuan backward with a heavy kick, knocking over the sofa in the process. Jiang Ting didn't wait for him to get up. He jumped over the sofa with the knife, and landed to grab the tri-edged dagger that fell to the ground. Unexpectedly, Qin Chuan grabbed his ankle and tugged on it while he just landed, making the two fall to the ground at the same time!

"......" Jiang Tian cursed silently, and as soon as he got up, he was knocked to the ground by Qin Chuan's hard and heavy elbow, and his head hit the wall. There was a huge cranial shock, and for about half a second, Jiang Ting's eyes turned black. Then he heard the sound of metal; it was Qin Chuan who turned over and picked up the weapon!

Not good-

Jiang Ting's keen fighting instincts saved him. The next moment, he tried his best to tilt his head, and the tri-edged dagger slashed into the wall against the side of his face!

A trace of blood smeared out from Jiang Ting's icy-white cheeks, winding slowly along the groove of the dagger.

"Thank you for giving me a chance to talk," Qin Chuan said softly, "It's been really tough for so many years."

Immediately afterward, the dagger was pulled out of the wall with fine gravel and stabbed toward Jiang Ting's temple!

-Bang!

A gunshot rang out suddenly, and the tip of the knife stopped two inches away from his skin.

"Stop it, Qin Chuan." A gentle, decisive, and familiar voice sounded at the door of the bedroom, saying, "Otherwise, the next shot will kill you."