<h4>Chapter 425: Chapter 425: Fight to the Death</h4><h4></h4>


    Upon hearing these words, He Xing’splexion changed instantly. If only time could be reversed, he would have definitely sealed Xia Ning’s mouth with tape after rescuing her.


    As expected, the men in ck at the door nced at He Xing, and the color of their faces changed in unison. One of them even pointed at He Xing and said, "You said you were here to deliver money, but where is your money? Don’t think you can fool me!"


    No sooner had the words fallen than the two men in ck brandished their daggers and charged towards He Xing.


    He Xing thrust his arm backward, pushing Xia Ning back five steps, dropped the words "Hide well, don’t run around," and then rushed towards the two men in ck.


    Normally, He Xing was confident taking on two at once, but now his right hand was injured, he didn’t have any weapons in hand, whereas his opponents had two gleaming knives.


    What was most fatal was that during the fight, He Xing saw, through the windows of the factory behind them, a person tied to a chair in the middle of the room. Although he couldn’t make out the face against the light, He Xing immediately confirmed that it was indeed the old master He.


    With all the noise outside, it was unreasonable for the old master He not to hear it, but he had been bowing his head all the time.


    Not knowing what condition old master He was in, He Xing’s heart sank, and his movements became more erratic.


    Seizing the opportunity, the two men in ckunched an even fiercer attack, swooping down on He Xing with howls, and soon He Xing’s other arm was also injured.


    Defeat seemed inevitable for He Xing, but he gritted his teeth and held on. He had just seen that there were only these two men in ck here, and as long as he could stall for time until Uncle Zhou and Liang Tao arrived, the situation was bound to change.


    The wind grew stronger, carrying with it faintly the scent of gasoline and the shouts of Uncle Zhou.


    He Xing’s spirits lifted, and he shouted towards where his car was parked while kicking away the man in ck who was charging at him.


    Secondster, footsteps came from afar. He Xing knew that in truth, Uncle Zhou and Liang Tao were still quite a distance away—it was the wind that made the footsteps seem closer.


    But the two men in ck apparently knew reinforcements wereing, and their attacks became even more vicious. The daggers in their hands shimmered coldly in the sunlight as He Xing was forced to retreat step by step.


    Eventually, Uncle Zhou’s shouts could be heard not far away, and He Xing’s spirits soared as he instinctively turned his head to check if they had truly arrived.


    It took less than two seconds for him to look away and then look back, but in those two seconds, one of the men in ck had drawn another dagger, and this time, the cold, gleaming de was headed straight for He Xing’s chest.


    He Xing sensed the chilling threat and then turned back to see it; he wanted to dodge, but it was toote—the dagger was too close, and his body had already reached its limit, incapable of moving anymore.


    A look of despair appeared in his eyes; he had not anticipated this to be where his life ended. But how could he resign himself? He hadn’t saved his grandfather yet, and what about Fu Han—what would be of her?


    In the nick of time, a fair hand suddenly reached out diagonally, pushing He Xing, causing him to sit down on the ground with a thud. When he looked up, he saw Xia Ning’s face appear in front of him. There was fresh blood on the corner of her mouth, and even more blood gushing out near her chest.


    Yet, there was a liberated smile on her face, "Big brother He Xing, I finally managed to help you."


    After saying these words, Xia Ning’s head tilted and she copsed to the ground.


    By then, Uncle Zhou and Liang Tao had arrived, but as soon as they appeared, the two assants didn’t even fight; they simply ran away.


    Uncle Zhou wanted to chase them, but He Xing stopped him, pressing on Xia Ning’s wound he shouted loudly, "Call an ambnce!"


    ...


    Xia Group, General Manager’s Office.


    Xia Guoxiong’s illness came on suddenly, rted to the neurological system. Although the operation was sessful, the doctor said his body was like an over-inted balloon—fine on the surface, but any puncture would lead to a cascade of problems.


    The doctor said this resulted from years of overwork leading to a body that could no longer bear the burden, and even after a sessful surgery, he would need a long period of recovery.


    As a result, Xia Guoxiong could only work from the hospital every day, while Xia Cheng became the primary decision-maker of the Xia Group.


    In reality, aside from making a few rounds at thepany daily, Xia Cheng did not do much—actually, it was not that he had nothing to do, but rather that everyone in the Xia Group knew Xia Cheng was just a profligate, and his presence at thepany was merely for show—nobody would seriously consider giving this young master any tasks; wouldn’t that be asking for trouble?


    Today, Xia Cheng arrived at thepany early. Despite the deep winter, his hair was still very stylish, proving that the almost full bottle of hair gel he used that day was effective.


    Xia Cheng hadn’t been there long when his assistant led a group of people in and out of his office, and after half an hour of hustle and bustle, the group finally left.


    A few minutester, Qin Nuan sashayed into thepany, attracting many people’s attention as usual.


    The most attractive thing was not Qin Nuan’s beautiful face but her role as the Chairman’s Secretary and her impable figure, as well as theplex rtionship rumors circting in thepany between her and Xia Guoxiong and Xia Cheng.


    Confronted with all sorts of gazes, Qin Nuan did not feel the slightest difort; in fact, she quite enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.


    Her face bore a smug smile, her chin tilted up high, her lips painted with bright lipstick slightly curled; she didn’t even look at the people around her and walked to Xia Cheng’s General Manager’s Office as if nobody else existed.


    Behind her, colleagues gathered together in twos and threes to discuss, all of them excited to witness such suggestive events this early in the morning.


    It wasn’t that the colleagues were overthinking; over the past six months at the Xia Group, although she was just a mere secretary, her pillow talk was potent, Xia Guoxiong was very fond of her, and most staff did not dare to offend her. Some even spected she might be thedy of the Xia Group.


    Over time, Qin Nuan herself also grew a bit aloof. When she first joined thepany, she was conscientious, neverte, nor leaving early;ter, it evolved to her noting to thepany when Xia Guoxiong was absent, and now she came and left as she pleased.


    After entering Xia Cheng’s office, the warmth greeted her; she took off her ck wool coat, revealing the light pink, form-fitting knit shirt underneath that disyed her perfect figure without question—curvaceous in all the right ces, any more would seem fat, any less too skinny.