Young Master Mo, Are You Done Kissing?

Chapter 509: If You Wish to Die, Then Die. If You Wish to Live, Then Live

Translator: Henyee Translations Editor: Henyee Translations

As the car made a sharp turn, the two wounded kidnappers fell backward. One of them had a serious arm injury and lost the grip on his gun. It fell by his side.

The police sirens gradually became louder. The other kidnapper also fell to the side from the force of the turn and landed against the car seat. Although he had yet to process what had occurred fully, he rapidly brought his gun back up and pressed it against Mo Jingshen's head. His expression was fierce as he cursed: "Fuck, this car sure is something! If you wish to keep your life, shake that police car off right now! Otherwise, this old man will kill you immediately!"

Seeing the other gun on the ground, Ji Nuan's hands slowly moved against the car seat. She removed her heels and ignored the warning glance Mo Jingshen sent her. She abruptly moved up toward the kidnapper who was armed, slamming one heel against his shoulder and another against his face.

Mo Jingshen's gaze turned cold. Just as the other kidnapper was about to move against Ji Nuan, Mo Jingshen made another sharp turn and sent him falling back. Ji Nuan's eyes were sharp as she made to pick up the gun, but the moment she raised her head, the kidnapper she injured earlier had already pressed the barrel of his gun against her scalp.

The ice-cold metal was pressing against her, digging into her scalp harshly. He narrowed his eyes at Mo Jingshen, who was on the driver's seat. "Don't move! If you dare move, I'll kill her immediately! Move into the main road! Stop wasting time in this line!"

Ji Nuan's arms were restrained by the kidnapper, and a gun was pressed against her head.

This type of remodeled gun would not lose in strength when compared to the long guns they encountered in Cambodia. In fact, it was even faster. With a gentle movement of his finger, a bloody hole would immediately appear on her head.

Before she could gain a firm grip around the gun, it was taken away by the other kidnapper. At the same time, the man restraining her slammed his gun handle against her neck, causing sharp pain. In an instant, she fell backward onto the passenger's seat.

As Mo Jingshen's cold, unfathomable gaze shifted toward them through the rearview mirror, the kidnappers kept their guns pressed against Ji Nuan. They found that directing the gun against the woman was much more effective. At the very least, the car was really accelerating.

Before Ji Nuan could struggle, the gun handle came smashing down against the back of her neck once more. The pain caused a wave of nausea and dizziness to wash over her. She pressed against the backseat painfully with both her arms locked around her. She barely managed to turn her head back but was seized by the kidnapper as they ordered Mo Jingshen to head toward the main road.

The police sirens kept growing louder. The local SWAT team was not to be taken lightly. The reason the kidnappers wanted to hijack their car was that they had noticed the Ghost's outstanding performance. The luxury car had a speed that typical cars wouldn't be able to compete against. If they hadn't charged at full speed on that van while risking a collision earlier, and only attempted to catch up from the side, it was likely they would not have succeeded.

"Faster! Keep accelerating! Fuck, if you can't force some distance from the police cars within thirty seconds, both of you, don't even think about living!"

The kidnappers unlocked the safety of their guns once more. The clicking noise resounded by Ji Nuan's ear. She was pressed firmly against the car seat, and her entire body was tense.

She tolerated the pain to say, "You were the ones who fired at the tires earlier, how fast do you expect this car to be?"

"Shut up!" The kidnapper harshly grabbed a fistful of her hair. Half of Ji Nuan's body was pressed against the seat while her knees were kneeling against the ground. Both of the kidnappers were not seated. One of them was pressing her down, while the other was keeping track of the police cars behind; his expression was tense. He decisively raised his feet and pressed it against Ji Nuan's back to support his posture.

The kidnapper suddenly demanded, "The one driving, open the backseat windows!"

In the next second, the car windows were opened. The kidnapper who had been struck by Ji Nuan earlier raised his gun and fired toward the police cars following closely behind. His face was covered in blood from Ji Nuan's blow.

He did not manage to hit their tires, but he could tell that the police had realized the car had been hijacked and were hesitating to fire because they knew there were innocents with them. He immediately chuckled coldly and spoke, "Direct the car to a road with less traffic. Drive as fast as you can!"

Ever since Ji Nuan was pressed onto the backseat, Mo Jingshen's gaze had been ice-cold. He did not speak, nor did he make any sharper turns, in case they moved against her in a fit of anger. In their unarmed state, they were completely helpless. At this moment, anyone facing the barrel of the gun was akin to the meat served up on a chopping board.

The man expressionlessly accelerated, forcing a greater distance between them and the police cars.

Ji Nuan was pressed down with a heavy grip, and the other kidnapper was stepping on her back harshly. Both her hands were locked behind her as she laid there breathing with some difficulty. However, her gaze kept moving toward Mo Jingshen's composed back view as he drove.

With three years of separation, she found that this man's composure was just as unnatural as before. In fact, it had grown to become even more astonishing.

The kidnapper could hear sirens surrounding them, and in a fit and anger and impatience, he kicked harshly against Ji Nuan's back twice. Ji Nuan felt as though her chest had experienced two earthshaking blows. The taste of blood was filling her mouth, but she endured the pain and did not make any noise. From the corner of her eyes, she saw that the man's fingers around the steering wheel were pale.

One edge of Ji Nuan's lips abruptly lifted. She released a soft, hoarse chuckle.

After all of her happiness had been smashed so cruelly, could this hint of heartache and tenderness still mean anything to her?

She admitted that she had charged up earlier because she did not want him to die. In this situation, it was truly difficult to keep her own life. Ji Nuan understood that if she hadn't been on this vehicle, it would have been much easier for Mo Jingshen to escape. Yet, she was in this car. She was his burden. And so, she had carried the determination to face death as she moved. No matter how things were right now, for the sake of the Mo Jingshen who had once protected her in every way, for that Jing Shen who had once embraced her to protect her against bullets, she would always do so without looking back.

Three years ago, Mo Jingshen was not the only person who had died. She had also died.

All a person had was a lifetime. Besides, she had even managed to gain one more than everyone else. If she wanted to die, she would die. If she wanted to live, she would live. What was the point in silently enduring even in her last moments?

Yet, to protect her, this man had shed his defenses again.

As Mo Jingshen drove, he silently glanced through the rearview mirror. The woman's hair was messy, and her complexion was pale. As she was pressed against the backseat, she turned her head back, and because of the harsh force, her face was almost deformed. However, her lips were curled in a smile. Through the rearview mirror, she was smiling at him. It appeared as though tears were welling up in her eyes.