The Chubby Rich Daughter’s Counterattack Chapter 11

She opened the curtains and saw a few dark shadows flashing past outside. The soft sound was not loud. She listened carefully. The sound was the sound of a gunshot with a silencer.

The sound was faint. If she had not undergone special training in her previous life, she would not have recognized it.

A black shadow headed towards Song Chuyan’s room. Just as Song Jiaren was about to make a move, the man in black came out again. He seemed to be carrying something.

Taking advantage of the opportunity when no one was looking, Song Jiaren jumped over the window and went into the courtyard. Her movements were quick and agile, but she had forgotten her current weight. She landed heavily on the ground. Fortunately, she was covered in a lot of flesh, so other than slight pain, she wasn’t injured.

She got up and chased after the man in black. Song Youyou happened to see this.

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When Song Jiaren left the Song family, she was discovered. She quickly hid in an alley.

The footsteps behind her drew closer, but she wasn’t nervous. She, ready to deliver a fatal blow to them, gripped the bricks she’d just picked up with a grim expression.

Soon, a pair of feet appeared in front of her. She raised the brick in her hand and accurately struck the lethal point at the back of his neck.

The moment she hit him, she felt that something was wrong.

Although the man in black was indeed dead, it was not because of her attack.

Song Jiaren sensed something and looked up. A sickly man in a wheelchair was slowly pushed over by the bodyguards behind him.

The wheelchair rubbed against the ground and made a gurgling sound. Song Jiaren slowly stood up and looked at the man opposite her with a cold expression.

This person was very dangerous. This was the only thing she knew.

Although he seemed to be disabled, her instincts told her that she would suffer if she underestimated him.

Yan Cheng’s pale face was even more conspicuous under the night sky. He looked indifferently at Song Jiaren, who was in the corner.

The person behind him said bluntly, “My Lord, it’s the Song family’s daughter. Do you need me to deal with her?”

Song Jiaren knew what he meant by ‘deal with’. She stared warily at the man who had yet to speak.

Yan Cheng’s fingers moved. The person who asked the question received the signal and immediately walked towards Song Jiaren.

Seeing their formation, Song Jiaren knew that those men in black could not be compared to them. These people were true practitioners. Knowing that the brick in her hand was useless against them, she threw away the brick in her hand and stood still, as if she had given up resisting.

The subordinate who walked over didn’t feel anything wrong. Under normal circumstances, it was normal for a woman to be scared silly when she encountered such a situation. Not shouting and screaming already saved them a lot of trouble.

Wen Qing decided to give her a quick death on account of her cooperation.

The moment Wen Qing walked over, Song Jiaren grabbed a silver needle from her sleeve with her left hand. She had just bought it today. Luckily, she had the habit of hiding the silver needle in her sleeve.

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Under the moonlight, her palm moved slightly and a silver light flashed in the night sky. Yan Cheng shouted in time, “Wenqing, come back.”

Wen Qing turned his head to avoid the silver needle flying towards him. It was only when the silver needle brushed past his ear and he felt the pain in his ear that he noticed the silver needle.

This discovery shocked him. If Master Cheng hadn’t called him just now, he would already be dead.

Yan Cheng looked at Song Jiaren and said, “The Song family is really low profile.”

Song Jiaren didn’t know what he meant, so she replied, “I’m just here to take back what belongs to our family. Please understand, sir.”

Although it seemed like she had the upper hand just now, she still did not dare to let her guard down.

Yan Cheng chuckled. His fingers tapped on the armrest of the wheelchair rhythmically. He was clearly in a lower position, but he had a lofty aura.

He said, “Who can prove that this thing belongs to your family?”

Song Meiyu instantly understood what he meant. It seemed like he was here for the things that the men in black brought out from the Song family. She just didn’t know what it was. She had never heard Song Meiyu mention anything about the Song family’s treasures.

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Something that this man took a fancy to must not be ordinary.