Chapter 683: Mo Jingshen Struggled to Get Up With One Hand on the Ground, As If the Lost Treasure Finally Came Back to Him…
Atuta flew into a great rage and was about to shoot, but Ji Nuan suddenly jumped up, grabbed his wrist, and bit it hard.
“Ahhh!” Atuta couldn’t control the gun in his hand due to the pain. As the gun shot, the bullet hit the bulletproof glass window.
The muffled sound of gunfire from the car was particularly clear. Mo Jingshen who had already approached the car widened his eyes and looked at the dark window of it with a jerk.
Ji Nuan looked up at Atuta and saw clearly the killing intent in his eyes. Mo Jingshen was right outside the car. He came with his men to save her. She couldn’t just submit to Atuta.
Atuta shook Ji Nuan off with force and put the gun to her head again. Ji Nuan looked straight into his eyes and slowly raised her bloodstained hands that looked so pale in the dark compartment. Noticing her action, Atuta put his finger in the trigger ready to pull it, but Ji Nuan suddenly grabbed his hand that held the gun and stared coldly at him. When he was about to shoot, she suddenly said something in Khmer.
Atuta paused, his eyes grew more murderous. He narrowed his eyes ferociously and all his attention was on her.
Ji Nuan learned these words from that old Cambodian grandma when she worked with her three years ago in Cambodia.
Now it came in handy.
As Ji Nuan drew all Atuta’s attention, there was another violent collision. Atuta was thrown backward by the force of the impact and his gun slid off Ji Nuan’s head, and Ji Nuan jumped up to grab the gun.
Atuta raised the gun with one hand to dodge her and grabbed her hair with another. He cursed her ferociously and hit her head hard on the door. The skin on Ji Nuan’s forehead was broken and she saw stars. Outside the car, Mo Jingshen immediately seized the chance and all the black SUVs rushed at this car at the same time. When Atuta and his men were about to drive forward to escape, they saw two agile figures jumped into the car. K followed Mo Jingshen closely and pulled open the door of the speeding car.
The upper body of Ji Nuan who was pressed onto the door was sticking out of the car.
Seeing Ji Nuan’s body covered in blood, Mo Jingshen paused. Ji Nuan was about to fall from the speeding car.
The image of her falling from the car on that highway in Los Angeles and losing the baby three years ago popped up in his mind. He frowned, immediately reached out, and jumped down…
The Khmer Ji Nuan had just said meant that “the person who held the weak as a hostage was truly weak.”
As a person who was supercilious and never admitted defeat, Atuta would certainly be enraged by her taunt and thus lost his head and focused all his attention on Ji Nuan.
Because he didn’t expect her to know their language.
That Cambodian granny spoke these Khmer words when she was dressing Ji Nuan’s wounds after she saved Ji Nuan, protected her from Aqib, and took her back to the tent. Ji Nuan could tell the meaning of these words from the granny’s disapproving tone. The granny didn’t like them bullying such a weak woman, but she did not dare say those words to them, so she just said them secretly in the tent.
Ji Nuan remembered these words. Later, when she was in London, she came across a Khmer dictionary in a library. She looked up the meaning of those words and figured out their meaning.
Now being distracted by Ji Nuan, Atuta didn’t pay attention to Mo Jingshen and K. When he looked up, he found that they had climbed to the roof of the car. He flew into a great rage and ordered his men to speed up the car to shake them off.
The upper body of Ji Nuan was about to fall from the opened door. She looked at Mo Jingshen who had reached out towards her and her tears finally dropped from the corner of her eyes. She said something, but the car drove so fast and the wind was so strong that Mo Jingshen couldn’t hear her. But he could tell from her lip movements that she was saying, “Be… careful…”
Mo Jingshen frowned and K held out his arm to him so that he could bend lower to save Ji Nuan. K shouted, “Mr. Mo, there’s a turn ahead where we’ll be easily thrown off the car. We must get off now! Otherwise, we can’t keep our balance here on that turn!”
With that, K took Mo Jingshen’s arm with one hand and grabbed the edge of the car window with the other, trying to distract the driver to slow down the car.
“Don’t slow down! Speed up!” Atuta said and pointed the gun at Mo Jingshen who had climbed down to the opened backdoor.
However, Mo Jingshen’s eyes were fixed on Ji Nuan’s teary eyes.
His heart was immediately seized by a piercing pain. She seemed to bid him farewell with her eyes. She didn’t expect to be rescued alive and didn’t want him to pay any price for saving her. Her eyes were fearless.
His heart was throbbing violently.
He grabbed her icy hand and pulled her out of the car with all his strength.
With this almost impossible motion, he had put himself in great danger. Seeing Atuta was about to shoot Mo Jingshen when the latter pulled Ji Nuan out of the car, K immediately jumped into the car and quickly put his gun at the driver.
The car began to sway as the steering wheel went out of control. As Atuta shook with the car, his gun missed the aim and in the nick of time, Mo Jingshen took Ji Nuan to roll from the side of the car to the ground.
Ji Nuan was already numb with pain, but Mo Jingshen carefully held her in his arms. When they fell to the ground, he shielded her with his own body and carried her to roll around on the road several times due to inertia.
When they finally stopped, Mo Jingshen struggled to get up with one hand on the ground. Then as if the lost treasure finally came back to him, he put his hand on the back of her head and held her tightly!