Quick Travel: Save the poor little villain

There are three rounds in a game, and Pei Yinnian loses every round.

The dealer's cheating was blatant, and Chu San's adjutant had no intention of disguising himself at all. It was obvious that he wanted to make Pei Yinnian sign the agreement.

But the adjutant did not force him to sign immediately, but seemed to be waiting for something.

But after three rounds, Pei Yinnian showed no signs of the poison taking effect, and was so leisurely that he even drank half a glass of red wine.

The adjutant and Sun Fu stared at each other for a while, and even searched their pockets to make sure that all the poisonous powder given by the foreigners had been spilled.

But there was no time to worry about that now, as the last item was almost up for auction. If it weren't for the turmoil caused by Pei Yinnian's death, the VIPs on the fourth floor would still be insisting on the auction items.

The adjutant clenched his teeth and made a conclusion privately. He signaled the private to put the agreement in front of Pei Yinnian. His powerful voice contained a sense of oppression, "Mr. Pei, I am willing to accept the loss."

Pei Yinnian took the agreement and took a few glances at it. It was an agreement concerning the Peking Chamber of Commerce. If he, as the president, agreed to sign it, the Peking Chamber of Commerce would be completely under the jurisdiction of the garrison in the future. Chu San would probably be able to get a piece of the pie, but the decision was still in the hands of the British garrison.

He raised his eyelids and glanced at the adjutant, picked up the pen and wrote a line at the bottom of the agreement, then stood up, walked to the adjutant and handed it to him.

The adjutant was surprised at his cooperation, and felt that Mr. Pei was nothing special. He took the agreement with appreciation and said, "You are quite..."

Before he could utter any words of praise, the adjutant's face turned pale.

What signature? There is only a line of words at the end of the agreement.

Be servile and fawning, and sell out your country for personal gain.

"Fuck you!"

Pei Yinnian raised his gun and put it against his head. The aura around him suddenly became fierce. He curled his lips and said lightly: "Mr. Adjutant, calm down."

The adjutant froze, and quickly pressed down the private holding the gun: "Don't move!"

"How the hell do you still have a gun!" The adjutant's eyes were filled with surprise. Hadn't they searched him?

Pei Yinnian said politely with a smile on his face: "Thanks to Vice President Sun."

Sun Fu:?

"You fart!"

Sun Fu suddenly felt something was wrong and stood up and wanted to run, but the tense atmosphere around the gambling table would not allow him to escape alone. The private pointed his gun at him, thinking that Sun Fu was Pei Yinnian's helper.

"Okay, you and I are playing double agents!" The adjutant gritted his teeth and tried to struggle but was pressed back by the gravity of the gun. He had to sit still and glared at Sun Fu with resentment.

"No wonder Pei Yinnian wasn't poisoned!"

"Thank you, Vice President Sun." Pei Yinnian said seriously, "Thanks for the information you provided."

Sun Fu: “…”

Sun Fu was speechless, and had no idea what nonsense Pei Yinnian was talking about.

Pei Yinnian smiled as he glanced at the five privates and said calmly, "You dare to use the foreign devils' poison? Don't you know that this powder poison attacks indiscriminately?"

The faces of the privates and adjutants all changed. Sun Fu was so frightened that he quickly reached out to scratch his throat, and his breathing became disordered.

Reason told them that the man in front of them was extremely intelligent and what he said could not be trusted at all.

But we have to develop a fear of death.

"Let them all leave, and take me to see Chu San." Pei Yinnian grabbed the adjutant's collar and forced him to stand up, with coldness in his eyes.

"Impossible! The Third Master has no time..."

A gunshot rang out, and the adjutant didn't even have time to say another word before the muzzle of the gun pierced through his forehead.

"That's a pity."

Pei Yin said in a young voice, "They're all going to die anyway, whether they're poisoned or shot, it doesn't matter."

"You are not allowed to talk! Shut up and drop your gun!" The private roared in a hoarse voice when he saw that his adjutant was dead.

"Don't you want to detoxify?" Pei Yinnian narrowed his eyes, aimed at the dealer standing in the middle of the gambling table, and fired another shot.

"Don't fucking move! Do you hear me? Or I'll shoot!"

Watching Pei Yinnian kill two people in a row, the leading private almost screamed hysterically, but he kept thinking about the poisoning in his mind and had no way to stay rational.

Five men approached angrily and forced Pei Yinnian back against the wall. Sun Fu was still on the ground scratching his throat, and the vomiting sound made the private even more uneasy.

Pei Yinnian smiled faintly, his pupils moving a few inches behind them.

"Okay, my real helper is here, the deception is over."

Along with these words, Jinchen fired several bullets in succession.

Sun Fu's expression froze. He stared blankly at the five privates falling to the ground one after another. There was a hint of fear in his eyes. He slowly turned around and met Shang Jinchen's cold smile.

"No...don't kill me!" His voice trembled uncontrollably.

"Request dismissed."

Jinchen fired the last shot, closed the door, and walked towards Pei Yinnian.

Pei Yinnian raised his eyes to look at the door, and suddenly his eyes narrowed slightly. He withdrew his gaze when his waist was hugged and pressed against the wall. He rested his head on Jinchen's shoulder, smelling the agarwood on his body, and only then did he dare to breathe a sigh of relief.

"Brother is so awesome." Jinchen touched Pei Yinnian's lower back to comfort him, and kissed him in the room filled with the smell of blood.

Pei Yin's eyelashes trembled, and he looked behind him again, but did not refuse.

Xu Nanchun stood at the door, his pale face still a bit dazed. He instinctively clutched his coat and faced all dangers in silence.

"President! President, are you still in there?!"

There were several urgent shouts from outside the door. Xu Nanchun suddenly came back to his senses and stood by the door, but was not sure whether he could open it. It was not until Jinchen reminded him that he pulled the doorknob.

The middle-aged man who handed Pei Yinnian the gun hurriedly looked at the situation in the house, relaxed, and quickly closed the door. He swallowed hard and said, "President, I heard that the young master pretended to be sick and asked the people from the Chamber of Commerce to go out and report the news. I guess Master Chu Wu will be here soon. I will escort you out of here first!"

"No, there's no time."

Pei Yinnian looked at his watch and said in a deep voice, "Let's go find Jinluyi first."

"But if the gunshots get out, Chu San and the foreign devils will find out. You..."

"I have a way." Jinchen took out the walkie-talkie from the adjutant's pocket, compared it with Red Beard's, and adjusted the frequency.

The middle-aged man was about to ask what he could do, but Pei Yinnian stopped him, "Trust him."

After a few crackling sounds, Chu San's voice came from the other end of the intercom, "What's going on over there? Where did the gunshots come from downstairs? Is Xiao Bofeng dead?"

Chu San is on the fourth floor.

Jin Chen narrowed his eyes, not having heard the adjutant's voice, and said casually: "Unfortunately, your people are dead. See you on the second floor."

"Why the hell is it you again... Hey!"

Chu San was so angry that he smashed the intercom. Just as he was about to lead the team to the second floor, he felt something was wrong.