Lord Yan, The Little Ancestor Has Fallen Off The Horse Again!

Feng Ye carried him on his back, muttering as he walked, "If I don’t care about you, you’ll die."

He brought the person to the exit, where the guards immediately approached to help upon seeing him.

"Mr. Feng, what happened to Young Master Jiang?"

Jiang Qi was seen frothing at the mouth, his face pale, and his breath weak.

"There is poison gas inside; many people are poisoned. Call an ambulance quickly, and get some men to come in with me," Feng Ye cast a glance at Jiang Qi, then ran back inside.

The people outside looked at each other in dismay, hesitating. Going in meant certain death, but not going in . . .

They weren’t afraid of dying, but they had families at home, older and younger, relying on them for support.

Fu Pan glanced at them and commanded, "Everyone listen to me, those without siblings stay put, those with men in the family follow me in!"

"Yes!"

Many stayed where they were, clutching their guns with tears forming in their eyes, saluting solemnly to those who went in!

They must come out alive . . .

Fu Wang tried to suppress his sorrow and shouted loudly, "Everyone, hold the exit! Prepare the ammunition; if the poison gas leaks out, we must blow up the exit!"

"But Young Master Xiao and the others are still inside . . ."

"Do you think I don’t want them to come out alive?!" Fu Wang grabbed the man and screamed, "Have you considered the consequences if the poison gas escapes?!"

Everyone fell silent.

They placed their hopes on those inside.

Yun Yue wet a cloth with water and covered her nose and mouth to ease her breathing a bit.

"I’ll go shut those gas canisters; you guys get out."

"No way!" Xiao Chen firmly grabbed her wrist, his tone forceful, "I’ll go! Mo Fan, take your leader out!"

Yun Yue frowned; as he charged in, she felt as if everything around her had come to a standstill, her gaze fixed on the tall figure disappearing into the mist.

She stared blankly for a few seconds until Mo Fan dragged her out, snapping her back to reality.

"Boss, let’s get out and then figure out what to do, or we’ll all die in here!" Mo Fan gripped her hand tightly, afraid she would run in.

"Let go!" Yun Yue broke free and rushed in.

"Boss!" Mo Fan was frantic; with both of them inside, if they died there, who could contend with He Yao and the Underground Alliance?

"The gas masks are here!" Feng Ye came running with the masks, glanced around, and turned his head to Cang Leng, "Where are they?"

"They’re inside!"

"I’m going! They’re all courting death!" Feng Ye hastily threw a mask to Mo Fan and then ran inside.

"Master Chen! Sister Yue!"

The mist was too thick to see the way ahead; all they could do was call out to them.

"Why did you come, didn’t I tell you to leave?" Xiao Chen had already shut off one of the gas canisters’ valves but was already too weak to hold on, collapsing on the ground and looking at the figure that appeared before him.

"Don’t talk." Yun Yue helped him up, herself hardly in better condition.

Hearing Feng Ye’s voice, Yun Yue called out, "We’re over here!"

Feng Ye rushed over towards the sound, seeing that both of their complexions were poor, and hurriedly helped Xiao Chen put on the gas mask.

They both felt slightly better after wearing the masks.

Yun Yue decisively spoke, "Feng Ye, you take him out; one of the two of us has to live."

"No . . . I stay, you go . . ." Xiao Chen spoke weakly.

Yun Yue’s reluctant gaze fell on him, "This is something I must do!"

So the last sentence in the notebook my grandfather left behind referred to these ten gas canisters!

She was still too late, allowing He Yao to open those ten canisters of poison gas.

Mo Fan clenched his fists and took a deep breath, "Feng Ye, take Xiao Chen out! If even one can survive, it’s a victory!"

Feng Ye opened his mouth, then fell silent again, looking earnestly at Yun Yue, "Sister Yue, you must make it out alive!"

Yun Yue lifted a faint smile, her complex and profound gaze falling upon Xiao Chen.

"Just like Mo Fan said, if even one can survive, it’s a victory. Otherwise, we can’t shatter He Yao’s conspiracy..."

Yun Yue’s voice choked up. She wasn’t afraid of death, but at this moment, she had too much she couldn’t bear to leave behind. But there was no choice. As her grandfather’s granddaughter, she had to take on this responsibility...

Xiao Chen was forcibly dragged out, and Mo Fan closed the door.

"Master Chen, what’s the situation?" Fu Pan arrived with people and saw three people sadly crying while staring at the door. He pressed his lips tightly, "Miss Yun, she..."

Mo Fan wiped away a tear from the corner of his eye, staring at Xiao Chen, who knelt on the ground, "The boss sacrificed her life for everyone, for Beijing. I hope you don’t let her down. Live well and avenge her!"

Wearing a gas mask, still, a small amount of poison gas seeped into the body. Whether one could make it out would depend on a miracle.

"Salute!"

Fu Pan and the special police behind him respectfully saluted towards the door.

He never imagined she would be so selflessly courageous for them, for the entire Beijing. He had been too prejudiced against her.

In fact, from the moment he knew she was Golden Web Other Shore Flower, he no longer had any right to hold any prejudice against Yun Yue.

She was not aiming high to seek Master Chen...

Everyone retreated from the room.

Inside the room.

Yun Yue, wearing a gas mask, covered her hands with wet cloth and turned off the valves on the canisters one by one. Each canister required ten turns. Xiao Chen had already closed one, leaving ninety turns remaining.

One turn per second would take ninety seconds.

However, in such conditions, every extra second was an extreme burden on the body.

By the eighth canister, she was already somewhat delirious, desperately turning the valves round and round.

All that filled her mind were the moments she had spent with Xiao Chen, and her grandparents...

She wanted to make it out alive!

She had to make it out alive!

The ninth...

The tenth, three turns, four turns...

Her eyelids felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, the scene before her blurry and indistinct, with only one voice in her mind reminding her—turn off all the valves and make it out alive!

"Ten turns..."

Yun Yue finished the last turn and collapsed to the ground, her face breaking into a satisfied smile, "I didn’t let you down..."

In the end, she had done it.

Outside, everyone stared fixedly at the exit, all hoping to see a figure emerge.

"It’s been so long, if Miss Yun hasn’t come out, could it be..." Fu Wang had been keeping an eye on the time. It had already been ten minutes.

Xiao Chen’s eyes were bloodshot, his temples throbbing with exposed veins, roaring out, "Impossible! She must come out!"

Fu Wang pondered for a moment before speaking, "But if Miss Yun didn’t succeed, we have to blow up the exit, otherwise..."

"I’m going to check." Xiao Chen said as he stood up from the chair.

Fu Pan immediately stopped him, "No, Master Chen! You can’t go in!"

"Get out of my way!" Xiao Chen kicked him, not yet recovered in strength, stumbled back several steps himself.

Fu Pan let out a muffled grunt, but still stood in his way, calmly ready to face death, "Master Chen, even if you kill me today, I won’t move aside. Miss Yun had you leave to take charge of the situation. If you go back in, not only will you be letting her down, but you’ll also give He Yao and the Underground Alliance an opportunity!"