Chapter 60: Layers of Suspicion

“I’ll take this one, please.”
“And this as well—please wrap it up.”
“This suit is ten thousand? I’ll take three. Transfer payment.”
Yun Xuan shopped for clothing in the mall, preparing gifts for Yun Xun’er and the others.
The sales assistant, watching Yun Xuan’s manner, stood respectfully by his side, arms laden with garments.
“That’s all. How much is it?” Yun Xuan glanced around; nothing else caught his eye.
“Ninety-eight thousand in total.” The floor manager approached, casting a wary look at the black-suited bodyguards at the entrance, and regarded Yun Xuan with a hint of awe.
“Give me your account number.” Yun Xuan took out his phone.
The manager quickly provided the details, and Yun Xuan made the transfer on the spot.
“We look forward to your next visit.” The manager’s broad smile revealed his hope that more customers like this would come.
With over a dozen shopping bags in hand, Yun Xuan, for the first time, felt the true weight of retail therapy.
“You’re really flush with cash,” Jiang Yue remarked, a little embarrassed by Yun Xuan’s spending.
“We still need some local specialties. Pity I don’t have a driver’s license—otherwise, I’d buy a car to haul everything back,” Yun Xuan said with a laugh.
Jiang Yue could only respond in silence.
…
Their shopping continued until six in the evening. Yun Xuan arranged for his purchases to be air-shipped to Fangyu City, bought a plane ticket, and prepared to leave that night.
Seated in a French restaurant, Yun Xuan and Jiang Yue enjoyed their meal. Yun Xuan, appreciative of Jiang Yue’s assistance throughout the day, spared no expense.
Jiang Yue did not decline, though he refused any alcohol.
“Brother Jiang, when you and Dongfang Aoxue come to Fangyu City, be sure to visit my restaurant. I’ll personally host you for a meal,” Yun Xuan said with a smile, sipping his drink.
Jiang Yue was a man of few words, but reliable. Over the afternoon, the two had grown quite familiar.
“I’m full,” Jiang Yue said quietly, wiping his mouth, looking a bit embarrassed.
“Let’s go. Take me to the airport—your task will be done,” Yun Xuan replied, setting down his glass.
…
Yun Xuan gazed out the car window. Night had fallen. All in all, his trip to the capital had been quite pleasant—save for the unresolved matter with Qin Zhihua.
The car sped toward the airport. The road was silent; the city’s nightscape sparkled in the darkness.
A shrill screech of brakes shattered the calm.
Yun Xuan, caught unawares, slammed into his seat.
“Get down!” Jiang Yue shouted.
Yun Xuan instinctively ducked.
A burst of gunfire rattled through the windows. Jiang Yue rolled out the car door and returned fire.
Yun Xuan clutched his head, unable to believe it—this close to the capital, someone dared use guns? Who was the target?
Jiang Yue’s actions were clearly visible; if he were the target, such a show of force was unnecessary. So…
“Is it me?” Yun Xuan’s heart pounded as his mind raced—what should he do next?
“Host is advised to use the little sister weapon, Snow White, to defeat the assailants,” meowed the cat-eared girl’s voice in his mind.
“Yes, Snow White!” A plan formed instantly in Yun Xuan’s mind.
…
Jiang Yue, breathing heavily, glanced at the car—Yun Xuan was still inside.
His phone only produced a busy signal.
“They even have jamming equipment?” Jiang Yue’s face darkened.
The enemy numbered over ten, their firepower overwhelming his own single gun—no chance of breaking through, let alone rescuing Yun Xuan.
Across the highway, a black-clad commando spoke in a low voice.
“Boss, what do we do?”
The one called “Boss,” a pale young man who looked gravely ill, replied,
“You are the last of the Guan family’s men. That person in there is his son. Clearly, this won’t be an easy capture tonight—let him die!” The pale youth glared at the car with venom.
“Yes, sir!” The armed men responded with a hand signal.
A thunderous explosion rang out.
“A rocket launcher?!” Jiang Yue’s pupils contracted.
Boom! The car took a direct hit. The blast wave left Jiang Yue covered in dust and ash.
“Withdraw!” the pale youth ordered.
A flash of cold light sliced through the night.
“A sword?” The pale youth’s eyes widened in terror.
“Disarm them first,” a voice called out.
In a blur, every weapon in the commandoes’ hands was neatly split in two.
“You make me uncomfortable, but that won’t be a problem in the future.” Yun Xuan’s hand trembled, but inside, a fire blazed.
“How is this possible!” the pale youth gasped, staring at Yun Xuan—surviving a rocket blast?
The next moment, Yun Xuan’s fist landed squarely on his face.
“Protect the young master!” the commandoes shouted.
But before the words faded, every one of their uniforms was shredded to pieces—underneath, not a stitch remained.
“You look well-trained. Sending so many to kill me—impressive,” Yun Xuan said, surveying the naked, bewildered men.
Snow White, like ice and snow, could not harm humans, but in combat mode, she allowed Yun Xuan to escape the car, shatter their weapons and clothing with his sword.
“Here’s a parting gift.” Yun Xuan produced a sachet of powder, tossing it into the air before Snow White slashed it open.
“My eyes! Damn it, it’s chili powder!”
“Stay calm, don’t move!”
“Get off me! Who’s poking me? Move!”
Ten naked men clutched their eyes, crashing into each other. Yun Xuan sighed in relief—his plan had worked. All that remained was to wait for rescue.
He glanced at the unconscious young man he’d floored, then recalled Snow White to the Strategy Device, a fruit knife appearing in his hand.
Though he knew sparing this man would bring future trouble, Yun Xuan could not finish him off.
His hand shook, his breath grew ragged—he was, after all, just an ordinary person. His nerves were strong, but not cold enough to kill in cold blood.
“Let me do it.” Jiang Yue’s voice came from beside him, gripping Yun Xuan’s trembling hand.
“You finally made it,” Yun Xuan said with a bitter smile.
“You should rest. Dongfang Qinglü will be here with reinforcements soon. Anyone bold enough to use weapons here won’t survive. Casualties are to be expected,” Jiang Yue said, nodding to the side.
Yun Xuan nodded and stepped away, yet unease gnawed at him, his heart pounding.
Three questions haunted his mind: Why did they attack him? If it was linked to his origins, were these people seeking revenge? And finally—the Dongfang family likely knew his background, yet didn’t know his enemies?
A soft pop brought Yun Xuan to a standstill.
He turned, staring in disbelief at Jiang Yue—and the smoking gun in his hand.
“I’m sorry. They threatened my family,” Jiang Yue said, voice trembling, his face full of guilt.
“So that’s it.” Yun Xuan understood instantly. The unease, Jiang Yue’s downcast eyes at dinner, the quiet route he’d chosen—all made sense now.
With a thud, Yun Xuan collapsed.

(P.S. Something major is afoot. The strategy isn’t just about winning over girls—the protagonist certainly won’t die, so don’t worry. Hmm… Does saying that make you want to hit me? I’m so scared… Please vote for recommendations!)