Bizarre: Forced into an arranged marriage, his wife turns out to be a demon emperor?

Chapter 66 Gun Pointed at the Madam, A Piece of Land in the Capital is Missing

But Long Ao was unable to move an inch.

He stood frozen in place, his blood seemingly bound by some force, unable to flow.

He raised his head and looked at Su Hongyi.

At that moment, Su Hongyi's gaze also fell on him.

Her eyes were a deep, clear red. Not the light of the blood moon, but her own.

Those eyes were only looking at him.

Long Ao's heart suddenly clenched. He felt as if his soul had been frozen.

He saw an endless sea of ​​blood, and countless wronged souls wailing before him. He saw the monsters he had once "dealt with" now surging in from all directions, tearing at his flesh.

He saw hell.

He saw death.

He saw his deepest fear.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead. Not from exhaustion, but from a tremor deep within his soul.

His lips parted as if he wanted to say something, but he found that he couldn't utter a single word.

Lin Che slowly walked forward, his steps light, each step landing on Long Ao's heart.

He stopped in front of Long Ao.

Lin Che reached out and gently pinched Long Ao's chin with his index and middle fingers, forcing him to lower his head.

"Now, who do you think has whose life in whose hands?" Lin Che's voice was very soft, and every word was like an ice pick, piercing Long Ao's eardrums.

Long Ao's body trembled. He looked at Lin Che, his eyes no longer filled with the contempt of before, but with a deep-seated fear.

"You—you—" He tried to speak, but could only utter broken sounds.

Lin Che ignored him and turned to look at Special Envoy Chen, who was lying on the ground.

When Special Envoy Chen heard Lin Che's call, his body stiffened. Then, he used all his strength to crawl to Lin Che's feet.

"Mr. Lin! I—I'm not with them! I just came to pick you up!" He stammered, his voice trembling with fear.

"Mm," Lin Che replied.

He withdrew his hand from Long Ao's chin.

The moment Long Ao regained control of his body, his legs went weak and he collapsed to his knees.

He braced himself on the ground with his hands, gasping for breath, his body trembling violently. He felt nauseous, wanting to vomit everything in his stomach.

Lin Che stepped on Long Ao's head.

It wasn't a heavy stomp. Just a light, gentle step.

But that gentle touch made Long Ao's body stiffen again. He felt as if his spine had been broken by an invisible force.

"Captain Long, didn't you say you wanted to ensure my wife was safe, stable, and controllable?" Lin Che said gently, "Now, do you think she's controllable?"

Long Ao's head was being stepped on, and he couldn't answer. He couldn't even breathe.

Just then, the roar of propellers came from afar.

Two larger armed helicopters roared down from the night sky.

The helicopter door opened, and several people in military uniforms, with general's stars on their shoulders, stepped out.

Leading the group was an elderly man with gray hair, his face etched with the marks of time, yet his eyes were exceptionally sharp. Beside him were several equally imposing middle-aged generals.

As soon as they got off the plane, they saw the devastation on the tarmac.

Exploding weapons, fallen team members, and Long Ao, whose head was stomped on by Lin Che.

The old man's face instantly darkened. His eyes swept over Lin Che, then stopped on Su Hongyi beside him.

"What's going on?" the old man asked in a deep voice. His voice wasn't loud, but it made all the remaining personnel on the tarmac shudder.

Special Envoy Chen struggled to his feet. He wanted to go forward and explain, but was stopped by Lin Che's gaze.

Lin Che withdrew his foot from Long Ao's head.

He took Su Hongyi's hand and walked a few steps forward.

He stopped in front of the old man.

"I am Lin Che," Lin Che said. "This is my wife, Su Hongyi."

He introduced himself calmly and naturally, as if he were introducing a guest at home.

The old man glanced at Lin Che, then at Su Hongyi. His gaze lingered on Su Hongyi for a few seconds.

He stretched out his hand, signaling the generals behind him not to make any rash moves.

"I am Zhang Jingzhi, the head of the Imperial Capital Defense Bureau," the old man said, his voice devoid of any emotion.

"Director Zhang." Lin Che nodded, as if to say hello.

"Mr. Lin, Mrs. Lin," Zhang Jingzhi said, "What happened today was a misunderstanding. On behalf of the Imperial Capital Defense Bureau, I apologize to you both."

Upon hearing this, the expressions of the generals behind him changed slightly. But they remained silent.

Lin Che did not accept his apology.

He pointed to the damaged weapons on the ground, then to the wounded special forces soldiers coughing up blood, and finally, his gaze fell on Long Ao, who was kneeling on the ground, his body still trembling.

"Director Zhang, my wife is here as a guest. Your hospitality is rather unusual," Lin Che said. "These gun barrels are pointed at my wife."

Zhang Jingzhi's gaze fell on Long Ao again. Long Ao's body stiffened.

"Mr. Lin, Long Ao—" A middle-aged general stepped forward, attempting to explain.

Lin Che interrupted him.

"I don't care who he is. All I know is that he pointed a gun at my wife." Lin Che's voice was no longer gentle.

He put his arm around Su Hongyi's waist and looked at Zhang Jingzhi.

"Director Zhang, my wife has a bad temper. When she's wronged, she likes to cause trouble," Lin Che said.

Su Hongyi leaned closer to Lin Che, a smile appearing on her face.

"My lord, I haven't been wronged," Su Hongyi said. "It's just that they made you unhappy."

The moment she said that, everyone, including Zhang Jingzhi, tensed up.

Lin Che's gaze swept over the generals behind Zhang Jingzhi, and finally landed on Zhang Jingzhi's face again.

"Director Zhang, I hope there won't be a next time," Lin Che said.

"There will be a next time—"

He paused for a moment, and Su Hongyi's gaze then turned to Zhang Jingzhi.

"If there's a next time, the capital will be missing a piece of land," Lin Che said.

His words, spoken casually, conveyed an irresistible threat to everyone present.

Zhang Jingzhi narrowed his eyes. He looked at Lin Che, then at Su Hongyi beside him.

He didn't say anything more. He just waved his hand gently.

The generals behind him immediately understood. They stepped forward, restrained Long Ao, and began to organize the cleanup of the mess on the tarmac.

"Mr. Lin, Mrs. Lin, please come with me. We have prepared accommodations for you," Zhang Jingzhi said.

Lin Che took Su Hongyi's hand and followed Zhang Jingzhi's footsteps.

Before they left, Lin Che glanced back at Long Ao, who was struggling on the ground and being carried away by soldiers.

Long Ao's gaze met Lin Che's. In that gaze, besides fear, there was also a deep resentment.

Lin Che responded with a gentle smile.

That smile sent a chill down Long Ao's spine. He knew that today's events were far from over.

The capital city, the place known as the "heart," was no longer peaceful after the arrival of Lin Che and Su Hongyi.