Chapter 107: Chapter 101: Zhan Qipei Collects Qiao Jing’s Clothes
 

The assassin’s face suddenly turned deathly pale.

Listen to this! Are these the words of a human being?

To break and then reattach? You can actually say such cruel things with such a calm tone.

Speaking of which, how skilled must your medical abilities be? You’re so confident that you can reattach it?

“But what if even then, he still doesn’t cooperate?” Captain Zhao asked.

Qiao Jing thought for a second and replied, “Then just keep breaking and reattaching, if once doesn’t work, then ten times, if ten times don’t work, then a hundred times. When I was on the border, I assisted Grandpa Zhang in interrogating spies from enemy countries. That’s exactly what I did, cough—interrogation! Even the most stubborn spies could only endure it twenty-odd times. Don’t worry; special circumstances call for special measures, I’m confident I can make him cooperate.”

The more the assassin listened, the more goosebumps sprang up on his body.

The border? Interrogated spies from enemy countries! Just who is this girl?

Before the assassin could figure it out, he saw Qiao Jing walking over to him, scaring him into quickly looking at Captain Zhao.

“We are innocent, we are good people, you can’t just stand by and do nothing!”

Upon hearing this, Captain Zhao felt it was true as well, considering he was in uniform, he couldn’t just stand by and do nothing.

So—

“Everyone turn around, don’t look.”

That way, it wouldn’t count as just standing by and doing nothing.

Calculate the area of the assassin’s psychological shadow.

Qiao Jing began the procedure, easily breaking the other party’s arm just like snapping a cucumber.

“Ah—” A pig-slaughtering scream emanated from the assassin’s mouth.

The assassin looked at his limbs hanging from his body, his face flushed red turning to purple, sweat poured from his forehead in large beads, and his clothes were soaked through with sweat.

The other assassins watched the scene in utter silence, looking at Qiao Jing as if she were a demon who killed without paying the price.

Come to think of it, weren’t they the ones who should be known for killing without consequence, everyday licking blood off the blades? Never did they dream they would end up in such a predicament.

“Ah ah ah—” The assassin writhed on the ground in pain.

“Don’t move around, I can’t set your bones if you do.” Qiao Jing placed her foot on the assassin’s body to stabilize him, then pushed hard with her hands.

“Crack—” In the street.

“Ah—ow ow—” The excruciating screams were deafening.

The pain was so intense that the assassin bit down until his gums bled; honestly, setting bones hurt even more than breaking them.

And with that—were they actually reattached?

They looked just like they had never been broken!

Before the assassin’s amazement subsided, Qiao Jing took action again, continuing the process.

“Ah ah ah—ow ow ow—”

After everything was reattached, the assassin lay limp on the ground like a puddle of mud, his face a mess of tears, snot, and drool, looking as though he had no desire to live.

The other assassins just felt relieved; thankfully, they weren’t the ones who had “won” this ordeal.

Qiao Jing stood before the assassin, looking down expressionlessly, “Continue.”

These two words, to the assassin’s ears, were like a thunderbolt striking his head, making his pupils dilate rapidly, filled with sheer terror.

“I, I’ll cooperate! Please, don’t lay a hand on me anymore!”

Qiao Jing frowned, “So soon? That’s rather pathetic.”

The assassin “…”

To torture him half to death and still think him worthless. You’ve already trampled his body, and now you trample on his heart too. Are you even human?

“Miss Qiao, you’re truly formidable!” Captain Zhao admired her from the bottom of his heart.

“Hurry up and have him start dialing, is the tech team ready?” Qiao Jing asked.

“Everything is in place.”

The assassin dialed shakily, and as soon as the call connected, a middle-aged man’s voice came through the phone.

“Is everything taken care of?”

The assassin looked up at Qiao Jing, their hesitation lasting only a second before Qian Haisheng sensed something was off, immediately hanging up and turning off the phone.

A “beep” sound followed.

Qiao Jing turned back to look at the technician, the technician’s brows deeply furrowed, “Too much time, couldn’t track it. The other party has already turned off their phone.”

“Who was it?” Qiao Jing asked the assassin in a cold voice.

As soon as she spoke, the assassin suddenly took out a pill and swallowed it.

Seeing this, the other assassins did the same.

Being assassins, they were always prepared to face death in their line of work.

“Drip-drip—”

A raindrop fell on Qiao Jing’s nose, prompting her to look up at the sky.

“Drip-drip—drip-drip—drip-drip—” The rain began to fall more densely.

“It’s starting to rain.”

After mumbling to herself, Qiao Jing thought of the clothes she had left to dry on the balcony that morning.

When she left in the morning, her phone’s weather forecast said there would be no rain, so she hung the clothes out to dry.

Today was Saturday, and Zhan Qipei was at home; he could help bring in the laundry.

Zhan Qipei, who was working at home, suddenly received a call from Qiao Jing, which surprised him.

Since Qiao Jing rarely called him, he was very curious—what was Miss Qiao calling him for at noon?

“Hello?”

“It’s raining, can you bring in the clothes drying on the balcony for me?”

Huh? Asking him to collect laundry?

Zhan Qipei had never done laundry in his life, mainly because back in Purple Garden, such chores were done by the servants.

“Oh, okay.”

After hanging up, Zhan Qipei set aside his work and left the room, heading toward the balcony.

A few articles of clothing and a coat, those were nothing. But the underwear…

Zhan Qipei stared at the bean paste pink bra and the matching set of panties, his hand hovering in mid-air for a good while, his face indescribable.

The rain grew heavier, and the vigorous wind drove the rain onto the balcony.

After a moment’s silence, Zhan Qipei grabbed the bra and panties, clutched them in his hand, and returned to the living room with a solemn expression. He carelessly dumped the clothes on the sofa.

Zhan Qipei looked at his hands, feeling an indescribable sensation in his heart.

Especially when Qiao Jing returned in the evening, and he saw her exquisite figure, the images from earlier in the day, clutching those two personal items in his hand, involuntarily popped into his mind.

Thinking about it then, Zhan Qipei felt like his hands weren’t his own.

“What’s up?”

Noticing Zhan Qipei’s constant gaze, Qiao Jing asked in confusion.

“Nothing?” Zhan Qipei quickly composed his scrambled thoughts and, after a two-second pause, turned the tables and asked, “Why did you come back so late today?”

“I was attacked on the street during the day, probably by the accomplices of those people from last time.” Qiao Jing spoke calmly. Afterward, she took a bottle of ice water from the fridge and gulped down more than half of it.

“What did you say? You were attacked?!” Zhan Qipei’s voice involuntarily rose several decibels, as his anxious gaze swept over Qiao Jing several times.

“You’re not hurt?”

With Qiao Jing clothed, he could only see her neck and wrists, which were unscathed. But that didn’t guarantee there were no issues elsewhere.

“There weren’t many of them, and they basically had no combat power.” Qiao Jing deliberately said this, fearing that Zhan Qipei would become suspicious again.

However, as soon as she finished speaking, a sudden abdominal pain struck her. She bent over, clutching her lower abdomen, her face turning deathly pale in an instant.