Scarred Hearts — A Girls' Love Tale - Chapter 50

“Don’t be nervous,” Ying Sha swallowed hard and said to Yan Shuangfei. Yan Shuangfei’s brow furrowed, clearly annoyed. She looked at Ying Sha and snapped, “Hurry up!” Her voice was sharp, as if she was slowly losing her patience.

“Alright, alright,” Ying Sha quickly comforted the hot-headed Yan Shuangfei. He gently reached out and felt Yan Shuangfei’s knuckles, clearly sensing her urge to pull her hand back.

“Relax, relax,” Ying Sha repeated. “Let’s talk about something else. Do you have any questions for me?” He pressed lightly, trying to find the exact broken bone.

Yan Shuangfei’s face, pale at first, gradually regained some color. She rolled her eyes at Ying Sha, thought for a moment, then asked a rather pointless question: “Xiaoxi! Why does everyone call you Ying Sha?”

“Shadowland. I’m the chief of Shadowland now. But the full title is ‘Lord-Slayer Ying Sha,’” Ying Sha said calmly. Then a hint of mischief appeared in his eyes. While Yan Shuangfei was absorbing his answer, he suddenly grabbed the bone joint and quickly twisted it downward. A sharp crack sounded. Yan Shuangfei let out a low, suppressed groan. Then she pulled her hand back without hesitation, shook her wrist, and touched the previously injured spot. Feeling it was alright, she relaxed her palm and moved her wrist.

“Where is this place?” Yan Shuangfei whispered to Ying Sha.

“How should I know?” Ying Sha shook his head. “I just saw no one in this room. When we came in, I glanced around and didn’t see any cameras. Maybe Han Yu is playing both sides, too scared to install cameras to avoid leaving evidence—that’s quite possible,” Ying Sha guessed.

“This room looks like a meeting room but isn’t very formal,” Yan Shuangfei said, scanning the area. Besides a few scattered chairs, there wasn’t much useful furniture.

“A temporary meeting,” Ying Sha blurted out. Both instantly sensed something was wrong and turned to leave.

They quickly pushed the door open, feeling a bit panicked and lost. Like headless flies, they bumped around chaotically. At least Yan Shuangfei felt that way—dizzy and confused, being led by Ying Sha, twisting and turning until she discovered something.

“There’s a small compartment here,” they stopped. The spot was good—hidden and not easily exposed. Ying Sha commented, “We can easily see people coming and going.”

“Are we supposed to hide in there and watch people?” Yan Shuangfei joked.

“Of course not. That’s just for hiding. I guess someone will come soon,” Ying Sha said. “That room was very clean, clearly used often. With our bad luck, maybe we just stumbled on their meeting time.”

Yan Shuangfei easily pried open the compartment door with a dagger. “This kind of basic lock? Since when did the Han family become so poor? If it were my Yan family, I’d have fingerprint locks on every stall in the bathroom.”

“Enough, spoiled Yan Shuangfei, no need to brag about how wasteful you are,” Ying Sha said, pointing at the compartment. “It’s smaller than I thought.”

“It’s way smaller! It’s cramped for one person in there!” Yan Shuangfei complained. “So what do we do?”

“I only have one hand,” Ying Sha answered decisively. Yan Shuangfei raised both hands in surrender, still holding the dagger. She warmed up a bit, then pulled out a hook rope, climbed up, and with one hand stabbed the dagger deep into the ceiling. She pressed her foot against a protrusion for support and barely pulled the rope tight. Then they saw a group of people in protective suits rush in.

Yan Shuangfei’s arm trembled nonstop. Sweat started to bead on her forehead. The makeup Ying Sha had put on her face was already smudged beyond recognition.

The group moved forward slowly. Yan Shuangfei’s shaking arm wavered, but she gritted her teeth and refused to let go or lose strength.

Sweat gathered and then slowly rolled down like it had no choice but to fall. Yan Shuangfei tasted the salty sweat in her mouth, silently praying it wouldn’t drip down.

“You okay?” Yan Shuangfei collapsed onto Ying Sha like she was exhausted. Ying Sha asked with concern.

“I’m fine,” Yan Shuangfei forced herself to walk to a corner with Ying Sha, leaned against the cold wall, and closed her eyes. Then she said, “Looks like I overestimated myself. Holding on up so high, with nothing to lean on, using just my strength—it feels like I’m about to die.”

“Don’t be so discouraged,” Ying Sha lightly punched Yan Shuangfei’s shoulder. Seeing her look drained, he said, “Hang on a little longer and then we’ll pull out.”

“Yeah,” Yan Shuangfei said, carefully wiping off the dirt on her face with a tissue. She must have used a lot of strength because the spots she wiped were bright red.

“Protective suits,” Ying Sha nudged her. “What did you think of?”

Yan Shuangfei’s expression turned serious. “Weapons. Han Yu’s weapons.”

“What kind of weapon needs that many protections? Wearing such expensive suits… Han Yu must be researching chemical weapons, or…” Ying Sha stopped, not finishing. He had a bold guess, and Yan Shuangfei probably knew it too.

“Nuclear weapons,” Yan Shuangfei said calmly. No wonder it’s become a national-level issue. “Nothing’s confirmed yet. Shall we check the floor above?”

“Aren’t you afraid of radiation?” Ying Sha asked.

“Yes,” Yan Shuangfei answered. “But I’m sure it would be on the top floor. If it’s just one floor up, then the movement of personnel would be too inconvenient.”

“What if there are two floors?”

“For something that dangerous, one place is enough,” Yan Shuangfei replied. “I don’t think Han Yu really wants to build nuclear weapons.”

“Me neither,” Ying Sha and Yan Shuangfei exchanged a knowing glance, both understanding the unspoken suspicions. “Let’s see what good materials Han Yu actually got.”

Carefully, they wound through the maze-like corridors and finally found the stairway.

“Fingerprint required?” Ying Sha turned to Yan Shuangfei, holding out his hand.

“Good thing I came prepared,” Yan Shuangfei smiled proudly and pulled out a fingerprint mold she’d gotten earlier when she forced Han Yu to hand over a gun. She handed it to Ying Sha.

Ying Sha worked on it, and as expected, the door opened smoothly.

“Let’s start the exploration,” Ying Sha said softly to Yan Shuangfei.