Chapter 12: Saving the Bastard Again
She turned around and walked away.
But after a few steps, she hesitated.
As a former security officer, she knew exactly how capable Nguyễn Thế Anh was.
He had proven the innocence of many wrongly accused people.
Maybe… she should save him.
If she kept hesitating, that bullet would tear through his skull.
With a sharp intake of breath, she bolted toward the hall and yelled at the top of her lungs:
—"Thế Anh, dưới chân có phân!" (Thế Anh, there's poop under your feet!)
For someone like him—a neat freak to the extreme—a gun to his head wouldn't faze him.
But poop near his feet?
He'd lose his damn mind.
As expected, he jumped off the stage, flailing in a way that was beyond humiliating.
The entire event was being broadcast live—so good luck keeping his fan club intact after this.
At the exact moment the assassin pulled the trigger, Nguyễn Thế Anh was still mid-jump.
The bullet narrowly missed his skull, grazing his hair before burying itself into the wall.
Immediately, he dove behind a pillar for cover.
And her?
She needed to get the hell out of there.
If the assassin was pissed off enough, he might just turn the gun on her.
But strangely, after missing his shot, the sniper hoisted his rifle and left.
By the time she turned back—he was gone.
Creepy.
The moment the gunshot rang out, the entire auditorium erupted into chaos.
He had probably used the commotion to escape.
Perfect. She should do the same.
She took a step back, ready to slip away—
—when a voice chilled her spine.
—"Where do you think you're going?"
She froze.
Slowly, she turned around to find Nguyễn Thế Anh staring at her.
—"Uh… to the restroom?" she lied instinctively.
His eyes narrowed.
—"I thought you couldn't go to the restroom alone? Let me help you."
Shit.
Was he offering to help her?
Or was he imprisoning her?
She wanted nothing more than to check on her parents.
But she had trapped herself in this situation.
There was no way out.
Sighing, she came up with an excuse.
—"Actually… I wanted to visit the family of the girl from before. To see if she's safe."
At her words, Nguyễn Thế Anh's face visibly paled.
The USB.
He remembered exactly what was on it—that horrifying collection of gay videos.
That night, after the chaos of gunfire, the target had barely escaped death and collapsed unconscious.
Trần Ngọc Linh's bodyguards had arrived just in time to carry him to the hospital.
Meanwhile, Vũ Phi Toàn had whisked her away.
Now…
Now was the perfect time to find out where that USB was hidden.
Nguyễn Thế Anh's expression softened.
—"I'll take you there."
Hoàng Hải Vân blinked in surprise.
She hadn't expected him to agree so quickly.
What was he up to?