Me and My Cold CEO Wife

Chapter 1737 - 1726: Useless Teammate

Mr. Smith feigned a smile and said, "That's really a shame. Maybe next time.""Let's arrange for next time."

It seemed like the matter had come to an end.

But one of the clueless teammates exclaimed, "Mr. Smith, your arm is bleeding. Were you injured during the fight?"

Upon hearing that, Ning Fan was completely stunned.

Alice really has a knack for saying the wrong thing at the wrong time, unwittingly giving a motive for murder.

"Just now!"

Upon hearing those words, Mrs. Smith's pupils contracted,

while Mr. Smith's right hand was unknowingly reaching behind his waist.

"Alice, how do you know my husband was injured?"

Mrs. Smith still maintained her faint smile, but her eyes were cold like iciness that couldn't be scraped off.

"It was just during the dance, wasn't it?"

Just like an elephant never cares about the cries of an ant, not to mention a confused elephant.

Alice hadn't noticed the odd atmosphere and honestly recounted the previous scene.

Mrs. Smith said softly, "So you're saying you all saw it?"

Alice nodded, "Yes, we all saw it."

The couple exchanged glances, and a murderous intent began to seep from their eyes.

Mr. Smith laughed, "Hey, young man, let's find a place to grab a drink."

"Sure."

A cold smile crossed Ning Fan's lips.

In an empty alley, two black gun barrels were aimed at them.

Alice, confused, asked, "Um... Mrs. Smith, what are you doing?"

Even Mrs. Smith's ruthless demeanor couldn't help but be amused by Alice's innocence.

"Young lady, I don't want to hurt you. Can you tell me who sent you?"

An action that guaranteed success came with major slip-ups today.

The already panicky Mrs. Smith became even more cautious and careful.

Since Ning Fan and Alice had encountered them four times, they became the most suspicious.

Alice puzzled, "No one sent us here!"

"Then why are you following us?"

"We weren't following you, and we were the ones who went to the bar first."

"That doesn't mean anything."

Listening to the cross-dimensional chat between the two women, Ning Fan shook his head; their conversation was completely off-track.

One was overthinking, full of conspiracy theories.

The other was too naive, completely unable to understand those complicated words.

Ning Fan's actions caught Mr. Smith's attention, "Young man, why don't you explain?"

"Haha... if you ask me, you better apologize to us."

Except for the initial killing intent accidentally revealed after their identities were exposed,

so far, this couple of assassins was only intimidating and had no intention to kill.

Were it not for this point, Ning Fan would have severed their arms long ago.

Seeing the fearless Ning Fan, Mrs. Smith was shocked; she realized.

Neither Ning Fan nor this naive girl showed any fear faced with the gun barrel.

"It's like they don't care at all."

Thinking about this, Mrs. Smith said solemnly, "Who are you really?"

As she spoke, her hand holding the gun inadvertently trembled.

Facing gun barrels, except for foolish and fearless idiots, no one could remain stable like Mount Tai, yet these two hadn't even blinked.

"Do they think this is a joke?"

Mrs. Smith quickly dismissed this thought; Alice had seen them kill people firsthand.

Looking at the suspicious Mrs. Smith, Ning Fan said blandly, "We are the ones who saved your lives."

Mr. Smith couldn't help but ask, "How did you save me..."

"It's true. If Ning Fan hadn't knocked out the light source, you two might've turned into a sieve."

Mrs. Smith exclaimed, "It was you?"

Both of them had already felt that the sudden darkness was odd.

For the assassination, both had planned meticulously, considering all kinds of contingencies.

But they hadn't anticipated someone betraying them, leaking the assassination plan.

If it weren't for the earlier darkness, the two would likely have been shot to death.

They had considered shutting down the bar's power system to facilitate the assassination.

But that plan was difficult; there were too many emergency lights indoors that disabling the system would be futile, except to alert the target.

"Was it really you?"

Mrs. Smith doubted, as even the couple couldn't accomplish that.

"It was indeed Ning Fan. When we discovered you, Ning Fan said you fell into a trap..."

After hearing Alice describe the cause, Mrs. Smith was stunned.

Though skeptical, everything made sense with no room for doubt.

Mr. Smith asked seriously, "What if we had rushed towards the fire escape, how were you planning to save us?"

"There was no 'what if'! Talking about what didn't happen is meaningless."

Ning Fan chuckled softly.

Even if they chose the fire escape, Ning Fan was confident he could deploy a True Qi Protective Shield against the rain of bullets.

However, due to its eye-catching seven-colored hue, Ning Fan wouldn't resort to it unless absolutely necessary.

"But why don't I believe it! Why don't you save your own life first."

Speaking, Mr. Smith raised the gun, his finger beginning to squeeze the trigger.

"Haha. Just kidding, no hard feelings."

Mr. Smith retracted the gun.

In Ning Fan's calm eyes, Smith's trademark smile stopped abruptly.

Smith would never know that the moment he squeezed the trigger was also the moment their heads would roll.

"Anyway, thanks for today."

Smith's elegant bow to Ning Fan showed her belief, despite lacking reason.

"Young man, since you aren't enemies, let's go have a drink."

"No..."

"Sure, we're a bit bored anyway."

Ning Fan helplessly looked at Alice; the girl must be curious, curious about these mysterious assassins.

In a hidden booth, Alice asked again, "Mrs. Smith, how do you make the bullet curve?"

"You can call me Fox."

Mr. Smith introduced himself too, "Wesley."

After initial introductions, Fox began explaining the principle of bullet curving.

Ning Fan was curious about this too and complained, "It can't really be just flicking your wrist."

"Of course not."

Fox smiled elegantly and revealed her biggest secret, "Actually, we have powers inside us that differ from ordinary people. You might understand this power as Special Abilities."

Ning Fan queried, "Special Abilities? What kind of power is that?"