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"Young Master Yan, your courage is truly commendable. Don't you know that swords and spears have no eyes?" Yan Xiujie stood right in front of him, ridiculing him. They were only one step apart, but their terrifying aura was still circulating in the air.

What he was surprised about was that Yan Junyi had only brought one person with him, and dared to barge into his car. Logically speaking, Yan Junyi would not be that stupid, but she did not expect him to be on guard.

"We have to do something, don't we?" Yan Junyi did not mind, he did not want to use force to solve this problem. However, Yan Xiujie seemed to like this move. Perhaps it was because his opponent had been in the dark for too long.

Yan Xiujie was impressed by his calmness as he mocked, "Do you think I would give you the painting?"

"I never dared to think so." Yan Junyi replied truthfully.

Yan Xiujie glanced at the painting in his hand, a hint of cruelty in his eyes, his voice becoming colder and colder, "Alright, you can take back the Moon Night Picture, let's see if you have the ability to do so."

Yan Junyi's brows twitched. Yan Xiujie's words did not make him happy, but instead made him wary.

"Yan Junyi, you should know just how much I hate your great clan, the Yan Family. It's best if you don't take your life as a joke." As soon as he finished speaking, Yan Junyi didn't even have time to digest the words he was saying.

He only felt a flash before his eyes as the Moon Night Picture leapt into the air, drawing a perfect arc towards the bridge by the side of the road. Yan Junyi did not even think about it, his body suddenly flashed, and pounced towards the direction of the Moon Night Picture.

Just as he was about to get close to the painting, he suddenly turned around and dodged the incoming bullets. Bang! Bang! The sound of gunfire pierced the sky. A few cars that passed by turned around and ran away.

The hatred had caused both of Yan Xiujie's eyes to turn completely red, and the gun in his hand had never stopped firing. If he were to kill Yan Junyi at this moment, he definitely would not feel any heartache.

Yan Junyi had already expected that Yan Xiujie would use this move, which was why he was able to dodge in time. He leaped over the fence like an arrow and caught the painting just as it was about to fall straight under the bridge.

Yan Xiujie did not expect him to catch the painting in such a dangerous time. After being stunned for a moment, he continued to aim his gun at Yan Junyi, who was on the verge of collapsing on the bridge.

Seeing that, Leng Yan immediately pounced forward without caring about the danger, causing Yan Xiujie to lose his balance and almost fall to the ground. Leng Yan's hand was tightly holding onto the spear as he said coldly, "Yan Xiusheng, the rules of the game are, you have to admit defeat when you lose the bet!"

Anger flashed across Yan Xiujie's eyes. Replacing it was the evil and charming look as he climbed up from the ground. He sized up Yan Junyi and teased: "Nice skill, you really live up to your name."

Yan Junyi held onto the Moon Night Picture, and stood three or four meters away from him with a victorious smile on his face. The Moon Night Picture had finally returned to his hands, and his remaining regret had finally been filled.

He could even imagine the excitement on Xue Bao's face when he saw the painting, but what he didn't expect was …

Suddenly, the sound of gunshots came from all around the quiet place. Then, his back suddenly felt a sharp pain, and his body stiffened as well. What he did not expect was that Yan Xiujie would still resort to such underhanded methods.

"Eldest Young Master!" Leng Yan turned pale with fright, and suddenly rushed forward to support Yan Junyi's body, which was on the verge of collapsing. He stared wide-eyed at the fresh blood flowing from Yan Hong's back, and Leng Yan's face suddenly turned pale white.

The pain in this moment made Yan Junyi's fingers loosen up, and the scroll fell from his hands. It continued its incomplete fall and rapidly fell onto the lawn below the bridge.

His face contorted slightly from the pain, but he still stood at his original position, not even bending his waist. A cold and indignant gaze landed on Yan Xiujie's face. He could only glare at him, unable to do anything else.

Yan Xiujie shot a look at one of his men, who then ran off the bridge. He then walked to stand in front of Yan Junyi, one step away from him.

"I've never paid attention to the rules when playing games. I'm willing to gamble, but I might not admit defeat." Yan Xiujie laughed out loud, raised his hand and patted Yan Junyi's shoulder, mockingly saying, "Young Master Yan, you are very brave, but in the end, you are still not experienced enough."

That's right, he wasn't experienced enough. How could he explain the rules of the game to such a notorious person? His body lightly swayed, and Yan Junyi finally couldn't hold on any longer and fell towards Leng Yan's body.

"Eldest Young Master, you must hold on." Leng Yan frantically moved him towards the car, no longer caring about the perverted Yan Xiujie. He supported Yan Junyi back into the car and quickly drove away.

The more anxious Xue Bao was, the more uneasy he became. There were several times when he called Yan Junyi to answer the phone, to the point that Yan Junyi was still in a meeting.

What meeting needed such a full day? It was really hard for Xue Bao to figure it out. He sat in front of the zither and lightly plucked at the strings with his fingers. Even though the beautiful zither music wasn't finished, it was still beautiful and moving.

After being stunned for a while, Xue Bao stood up from his chair, ready to go check if Xiao Niannian had woken up for the afternoon nap. When he left, his eyes swept across the phone on the table, then picked it up and dialed Yan Junyi's number.

This time, no one answered, even Leng Yan did not want to. Xue Bao's heart surged with panic as he quickly walked towards Old Master Yan's study, prepared to ask him to help contact Yan Junyi.

When she walked out of the bedroom, she suddenly heard loud footsteps running towards the first floor. Xue Bao, who did not know what had happened, quickly followed and saw Old Master Yan coming from the third floor.

In a moment of desperation, she blocked Old Master Yan's path and asked: "Dad, what happened?" As she asked, she felt a faint sense of unease in her heart, as if she had a premonition that something was about to happen.

Old Master Yan suddenly stopped and looked at her: "Something has happened to Jun Yi, she has been struck by Yan Xiujie's spear." After she finished speaking, she didn't give Xue Bao the chance to ask any more questions. She quickly ran down the stairs and disappeared from the main entrance.

Xue Bao stood blankly on the spot. Old Master Yan's words had hurt her eardrums and echoed in her ears. Yan Junyi had been shot … The news exploded in her mind like a bomb.

"Yi …" Xue Bao muttered in a low voice, his face pale from fright. She ran down the stairs, but after running a few steps, she returned upstairs and ran into Xiao Niannian's bedroom. With Xiao Niannian and the blanket still in his arms, he hurriedly ran to the main gate.

She was going to see him, now! She knew that Yan Junyi would not be such a tyrant, he would definitely ask Yan Xiujie for the Moon Night Picture back. He was very silly, how could he ask others for it?

Seeing that she was carrying Xiao Niannian and was running, the Sister Liu immediately welcomed her and stopped her from consoling her with good intentions: "Young Madam, leave the child for me to see, you can go to the hospital to visit the young master yourself. Don't be anxious!"

However, Xue Bao did not leave his child behind. After all these years of living in the Yan Family, she had become very concerned about everyone in the Yan Residence. She would rather carry Xiao Niannian and leave, than leave it at home alone.

Sister Liu understood her feelings, and helplessly, could only accompany her to the hospital.

As the car sped along the road, Xue Bao's anxious tears trickled down in intermittent drops like pearls with a broken string. Originally, everything had calmed down. She and Yan Junyi could have settled down. He did not expect that just because of a Moon Night Picture, he would be pushed to the brink of death.

"Young Madam, don't be anxious. Leng Yan said that Eldest Young Master's injuries are only on his shoulder. He shouldn't be in any life-threatening danger." Seeing that she was hurt, the Sister Liu could only comfort her again and again, although she was also worried.

Unfortunately, her consoling of Xue Bao didn't enter his heart, he only knew that Yan Junyi had been shot. He was currently in the midst of rescue in the hospital. At such a critical time, no matter who it was, there was no point in consoling him.

When he rushed to the hospital, Yan Junyi had already been transferred out of the operation room and was now in the ward. Xue Bao jumped on top of him and looked at his pale handsome face helplessly. He opened his mouth and whispered, "Yi …" What's the matter with you? "

Yan Wenxuan hurriedly pulled her up from Yan Junyi's body, and reminded her: "Xue Bao, Big Brother's body is injured, don't touch him recklessly."

"Oh." Hearing his words, Xue Bao immediately did not dare to touch him again. Raising his head, he stared at Yan Wenxuan and asked in a trembling voice, "Wen Xuan, how is Yi? Is it serious? "

Yan Wenxuan smiled as he comforted her, "Don't worry, two years ago, even Big Brother wasn't dead when he was in danger.

Seeing the smile on Yan Wenxuan's face, Xue Bao finally heaved a sigh of relief. He sat in front of Yan Junyi's sickbed and looked at his pale face. Still, she couldn't stop herself from crying. It was tears of heartache.

"That bastard Yan Xiujie, he's always playing for real!" Old Master Yan growled angrily, gritting his teeth. After cursing, he suddenly turned to Leng Yan who was at the door and scolded: "How did you protect the Young Master?! Don't you know what kind of person Yan Xiujie is? And he allowed the young master to take the risk? "

Leng Yan lowered his head guiltily. It was his fault that he couldn't protect his master. But there was nothing Yan Junyi could do if he insisted on going, and the others wouldn't listen to him.

If it were not for Yan Xiujie's deception, Yan Junyi would not have been injured at all, and would have taken the painting back long ago.

The reason why Leng Yan didn't tell Old Master Yan and Xue Bao about Yan Junyi getting shot in advance was because he was afraid of being beaten to death by Old Master Yan's impulsive staff. It was only until half an hour ago, when Yan Junyi had escaped from his life-threatening danger, that they were informed.

"Dad, since Big Brother only injured his shoulder, it's not life-threatening. Forget it, there's no use blaming him." Yan Wenxuan could not help but say a few good words on Leng Yan's behalf. At this time, he no longer wanted to see the bloody light again.

The Old Master Yan did not say anything, he only took a deep breath in angrily and stood next to Yan Junyi's bed, looking at him with a pained expression.