Transmigrated into the cannon fodder younger sister of the uke in a BL novel

"I was captured by those people."

Wenqing leaned against the wall, her voice tinged with frustration.

In retrospect, it was her own fault for bringing this upon herself.

She had come out to buy art supplies when she passed through a small alley and saw several men whispering to each other in a secluded corner, looking furtive. They were clearly not discussing anything good.

A normal person would have quietly moved away at this point, but instead, her curiosity got the better of her and she couldn't resist taking an extra step forward, wanting to hear what they were saying.

She was clearly not a lucky person in this world; those people quickly discovered her, and that's how things turned out.

These people were clearly not from the right path. They wore cheap but uniformly dark clothes, spoke with heavy regional accents, and acted roughly, openly discussing how to contact the Su family for ransom in front of her.

Because they somehow mistook her for a member of the Su family. Could it be because of the watch that Su Yilan gave her?

Although she made a foolish mistake at first, she did not sit idly by and wait for her fate.

With the help of the system, she successfully escaped from the room where she was being held, but the underground club was too big, with winding corridors like a maze, and each one looked almost the same, so she couldn't find the exit at all.

Her phone had already been taken by those people, so she couldn't contact the outside world. In the end, she was still found by them while she was running away, and then she suddenly bumped into Gu Qin's arms.

When she mentioned "bumping into his arms," ​​Wen Qing recalled the scene of Gu Qin pinning her against the wall, their noses almost touching, and the feeling of his warm breath on her lips. Her expression involuntarily became somewhat unnatural.

She lowered her eyelashes to avoid Gu Qin's direct gaze, her ear tips turning slightly red.

Gu Qin's gaze swept over her slightly reddened earlobes, and the corners of his mouth curled up, but he did not continue the topic to embarrass her.

"From now on, you'll come with me, and I can take you out."

He said it in a somewhat casual tone, but the content of his words was inexplicably reassuring.

Wen Qing looked up at him, her gaze somewhat complicated.

The last time they parted, she even made sarcastic remarks about him because he had hit her brother, which made him turn away with a livid face.

Unexpectedly, when they met again so soon, he once again offered to help her without any reservations.

Come to think of it, he was the one who jumped in to save her at the pool last time, and she hadn't had a chance to properly thank him after she woke up.

Gu Qin had already started walking forward, but after a few steps she noticed that Gu Qin was still standing there, staring at her blankly. Gu Qin turned her head and raised one eyebrow.

"What are you thinking about? Hurry up and go."

Wen Qing snapped out of her daze, shook her head to clear her mind of those jumbled thoughts, and quickly followed after him.

Gu Qin looked at her for a while, then suddenly revealed a flirtatious smile and asked in a drawn-out tone.

"Hey, you wouldn't happen to... like me, would you?"

Upon hearing this, Wen Qing bristled slightly like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, and stomped on his shoe.

"Who likes you? Stop being delusional!"

Gu Qin looked down at the spot where his shoe had been stepped on, but instead of dodging, he smiled even more broadly.

He looked at the girl's slightly red ear tips and her almond-shaped eyes that, although glaring at him, had no malice whatsoever. He thought to himself that he had helped her more than once or twice since they met, and he used to think that this woman was ungrateful and heartless, but now it seemed that wasn't the case at all.

Huang Yi was gambling so hard that his face turned red and his neck was bulging. He was being jostled around by the people next to him, and his chips were being slapped loudly. Suddenly, a hand slapped his shoulder, almost knocking the chips he had just won away.

He impatiently shrugged his shoulders and, without turning around, swore, "Who's the blind fool—?"

Turning her head, she was met with Gu Qin's face, which had a half-smile.

Huang Yi's irritable expression quickly switched to fawning, a change of face so fast it was a skill worthy of Sichuan opera.

"Brother Gu! I'm winning! Look at all these chips—"

"Were you about to curse me just now?" Gu Qin asked with a forced smile.

"No, no, no! Absolutely not!" Huang Yi stuffed the chips into his pocket, clasped his hands together in a gesture of respect, and said, "I thought it was some blind fool... no, I mean I didn't know it was you. If I had known it was you, I wouldn't have dared..."

Gu Qin had had enough of his cowardly behavior and interrupted his performance: "Alright, let's go. I don't want to stay here."

Huang Yi nodded repeatedly, still a little puzzled. Why was Brother Gu in such a good mood today? He didn't kick him or scold him.

Just then, he glanced to the side and noticed that there was a girl closely following Gu Qin.

Wearing a large, dark hoodie and a baseball cap pulled low, her long, fluffy hair fell from under the brim, obscuring most of her face and making it impossible to see her features clearly. However, the exposed chin was fair and delicate, indicating that she was a beauty.

Huang Yi was stunned for a moment, his mouth slightly open, and he raised his finger to point at the girl, about to ask a question, but Gu Qin interrupted him in advance: "Stop talking nonsense, let's go."

Huang Yi immediately swallowed his words, his years of experience as a follower making him quickly shut his mouth.

Despite this, his gossipy nature still burned fiercely, as if doused with gasoline. When did Brother Gu get a woman by his side? And in a place like a casino?

He would steal glances at the girl from the corner of his eye from time to time, becoming more and more curious the more he looked.

Wen Qing knew, of course, that Huang Yi had been glancing at her. She lowered her eyelashes and pretended not to notice anything, but she was secretly worried.

She had met Huang Yi several times; Huang Yi was present when Gu Qin kidnapped her.

If he recognizes her, how can she explain that she's in this underground casino?

Fortunately, they soon arrived at the casino entrance, but then several burly men suddenly appeared and blocked their way like a wall.

When Wen Qing saw them, her body tensed instantly, and she subconsciously took half a step back.

Gu Qin's gaze darkened, and he stepped aside to shield her behind him, his broad shoulders forming a wall that separated her from the burly men.

But his actions didn't linger for long. The next second, he suddenly reached out and pulled her into his arms, one arm naturally wrapping around her shoulder.

Wen Qing was stunned for a moment, then she got angry—why was this person touching her again!

Just as she was about to break free, his hand, which was wrapped around her shoulder, gently moved down, and his slender fingers pinched her waist.

The force was very light, almost imperceptible through the fabric of the hoodie, but the faint itch made her stiffen.

"Play along with my act."

He lowered his head, his lips almost touching her earlobe, and his voice was extremely low.

Wen Qing bit her lower lip and remained motionless.

But she was unwilling to be manipulated by him like this, so she secretly put her hand behind his back and pinched his lower back, much harder than when he pinched her.

Gu Qin's expression remained unchanged, but a barely perceptible smile flashed in his eyes.

He raised his head again to look at the group of burly men, his chin slightly raised, his tone returning to its usual arrogant tone: "What are you doing blocking this way? My girlfriend and I are leaving, so get out of the way."

The man in the lead glanced at the girl in his arms, his tone much more humble than when he was chasing her in the corridor, but still not one to be refused.

"Please wait here, gentlemen. Our boss wants to see you."

Gu Qin's thick eyebrows furrowed, a cold glint appearing in his eyes: "Who is your boss?"

You'll see when you get there.

"What if we don't want to go?"

The man in the lead remained respectful, but his tone revealed an unyielding firmness: "Then you won't be able to leave through this door."

Gu Qin's eyes instantly turned cold.

He tilted his head slightly, a cold, sharp smile curving his lips: "Are you threatening me? Do you know who I am?"

"Young Master Gu, please don't make things difficult for us. We're just doing what our boss does."

The leader spoke politely, but did not back down an inch.

When he realized that Gu Qin recognized him, his gaze darkened further.

The atmosphere suddenly turned tense.

The other gamblers in the casino also noticed the standoff, but no one dared to say anything. Some even quietly put away their chips and changed seats, afraid of being caught in the crossfire.

Gu Qin didn't speak, but just stared coldly at the leading man, his jawline taut.

Wenqing leaned against him, feeling the tension in the muscles of his arms.

She looked up at him worriedly and tugged at his sleeve.

Gu Qin looked down and met her worried gaze, then gently squeezed her shoulder, his touch light, to reassure her.

She understood his implication.

There's really no better way to handle this situation. The other side has a large number of people and is powerful, so forcing our way in would definitely result in losses. It's better to go along with their wishes first and see what their leader is up to.

Moreover, since they recognized Gu Qin's identity, it means they have their own principles and won't act rashly against them.

I wonder if these people recognized her?

After thinking it over, Wen Qing couldn't help but mutter a curse to herself about Gu Qin—massaging her shoulders and waist, why does he always like to massage her like that?

Gu Qin had already made his decision. He withdrew his gaze and coldly raised his chin at the leader: "Lead the way."

So the three of them followed the group of burly men through the casino, around one bend after another.

The underground space was larger than Wenqing had imagined. Every few steps along the corridor, there was a tightly closed door, and occasionally, faint laughter or the clinking of chips could be heard from behind one of the doors. After winding through countless turns, she finally arrived at a room with a door that was larger than any of the other doors in the corridor. The dark wooden door had no markings on it.

The man in the lead pushed open the door and gestured for them to come in.

Gu Qin glanced at him and stepped inside first.

Wenqing followed closely behind him, her heart filled with unease.

Huang Yi walked at the back, the excitement of gambling long gone from his face, replaced by tension and vigilance.

Once inside the room, I realized it was so big it shouldn't even be called a room.

It has at least two floors and the space is as open as a small stadium.

The most eye-catching area is the left side, where an entire wall is made up of professional shooting targets, and the numbers on the electronic scoring board are still flashing.

A tall man was standing at the firing position, his back to them, holding a pistol and aiming it forward.

He was wearing a dark gray shirt with the cuffs rolled up above his wrists, revealing his well-defined forearms.

He wore professional goggles and noise-canceling headphones, his expression focused and aloof, seemingly completely unaware that three people had entered the room.

Then he pulled the trigger.

A gunshot rang out, hitting the bullseye perfectly, a perfect 10.

Upon hitting the target, he raised his hand, removed his goggles, and casually placed them on the table beside him. His movements were relaxed yet elegant, exuding an aura of complete control.

Then he turned around, not putting down the gun in his hand, but raising it as he turned, pointing the muzzle directly at the three people in the doorway.

Wen Qing's breath hitched, and she instinctively shrank back half a step behind Gu Qin.

Huang Yi's face turned pale instantly.

The man ran his gun over each of the three people, lingering on Wen Qing for a few seconds before finally landing steadily on Gu Qin.

The corners of his mouth slowly curved into a smile, a smile that contained amusement, scrutiny, and above all, a malice that made people extremely uncomfortable.

Then I only heard him say that.

"Do you think I might hit you?"