<h4>Chapter 352: Chapter 353: He Knew Gan Yuan</h4><h4></h4>


    Separated by a fence, Moses stood beside the car, conversing with an underling who hade to meet him.


    A short distance behind him was a three-story vi, where two guards stood at the entrance.


    Moses sat in the back seat, with no intention of getting out of the car, "Where is the person?"


    "Upstairs," the underling replied, bending beside him, "That guy has a fever, and if he doesn’t get surgery soon, I’m afraid it’s going to be bad. Should we get a doctor here?"


    "There’s no need for that," Moses squinted his eyes as he nced at the vi beside him, "Keep a good eye on him."


    With thatmand, he leaned backzily against the seatback, the driver rolled up the window, turned the car around, and drove out of the estate.


    As she watched his car leave the estate, Gan Yuan pulled out a hair tie to bind her long hair, then carefully emerged from the woods to the back of the vi, nimbly climbed up to the third floor, and arrived at the balcony draped with sheer curtains.


    Listening carefully at the side without hearing any noise, she cautiously lifted the sheer curtain and instantly saw Qiao Liang on the floor beside the bed.


    He was tied up with rope, brows furrowed, hisplexion deathly pale; as if worried he would bleed out to death, his gunshot wound on the right leg had been roughly attended to.


    Despite this, the pant leg was still heavily stained with blood, looking shockingly grim.


    At this moment, he was stretching out his palm forcefully, trying to grab the ss on the table.


    With his arms bound, his movements were limited; despite all his effort, his fingers were still a bit away from the ss.


    Shifting his body slightly to the side, he stretched out his arm with all his might and finally touched the ss.


    However, contrary to his wishes, the ss didn’t topple his way but rolled off the table toward the other side, towards the floor.


    On the verge of sess but bound to fail, Qiao Liang painfully closed his eyes, waiting for the ss to shatter on the floor.


    Before the ss could hit the ground, someone dashed forward like an arrow and caught the falling ss in her palm.


    Qiao Liang opened his eyes in confusion, and upon seeing the silhouette standing beside the bed, his eyes immediately widened.


    "Littleyuan?!"


    Raising a finger to her lips, Gan Yuan gestured for silence, tiptoed to ce the ss back on the table, and, hearing footsteps outside, swiftly moved to conceal herself behind the door.


    Before Qiao Liang could make a sound, the door was already being pushed open from outside as a guard walked in. He nced at Qiao Liang, who had moved beside the bed, then roughly yanked and threw him back onto the bed.


    "You little brat, trying to escape?" he cursed, raising his hand to p Qiao Liang across the face.


    Before his palm could touch Qiao Liang’s face, Gan Yuan had already pounced forward, her hand-chop fiercely striking the guard’s carotid artery. The guard’s eyes rolled back as he dropped to the floor; Gan Yuan reached out to support his falling body, snatched a dagger from him, and cut the ropes binding Qiao Liang.


    "Don’t ask questions, I’m getting you out of here now!"


    "Why’s it taking so long?" the voice from outside inquired as another guard approached the door, spotting Gan Yuan inside. He instinctively reached for his pistol.


    Gan Yuan flung her right hand up, and the dagger caught the light as it flew through the air, hitting him directly in the wrist.


    The man groaned in pain, dropping the pistol to the ground, and as Gan Yuan sprang forward, she kicked him, sending him flying against the wall, where he copsed in the corner.


    Watching her nimble moves, like the main character of an action movie, surprise washed over Qiao Liang’s eyes.


    Was the woman before him really the Gan Yuan he knew?


    Picking up the gun from the floor, Gan Yuan returned to support Qiao Liang and hurried him out of the room.