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Chapter 338 Facing a Choice

Chapter 338: Chapter 338 Facing a Choice

The driver was startled and hadn’t expected this. Seeing the president fighting someone, he wanted to go help.

At this moment, He Lan got out of the car too.

The driver hurriedly said, "Miss He Lan, please get back inside the car."

"Get back inside for what?" He Lan retorted, "I’m not a coward hiding away. Since everyone’s fighting for their lives, I’m joining in!"

"Ah!" The driver was even more flustered. Who should he listen to?

"What are you standing there for? Don’t you know how to fight in a brawl?" He Lan glared at the driver and commanded, "Hurry up, go help them."

"Yes!" The driver was desperate but still said to He Lan, "Miss, please be careful. I’ll go help, you should get back in the car."

"Don’t worry about me. I’m going to fight too, and fight fiercely!" He Lan mumbled to herself from behind, psyching herself up to not back down. Charging forward, fighting bravely—maybe she’d even make a name for herself in one fell swoop.

Meanwhile, Si Ran gripped a tennis racket and was heading straight for He Zheng. Swinging the racket, she began striking at the group of attackers.

He Zheng was already fighting the group. With so many people piling on him, He Zheng was punched and kicked, causing him to stagger and almost fall.

Si Ran’s eyes turned red instantly. Holding onto the tennis racket, she struck the attackers with force repeatedly.

"Ah!" Someone cried out in pain after being hit.

Taking advantage of the chaos, He Zheng glanced over and saw Si Ran. He shouted loudly, "Who told you to come over here? Don’t make things worse!"

Si Ran ignored him. She gripped the racket and continued to strike wildly, each hit incredibly strong. "If I didn’t come, you’d already be knocked down by now."

He Zheng had just taken two hits, and without Si Ran stepping in, his fate truly would be uncertain.

Seizing an opportunity, He Zheng pulled Si Ran into the fray, sticking close to her. "Not bad, Si Ran, really fierce!"

"Shut up," Si Ran hissed in a low voice. "Let’s take them down first before saying anything."

"Alright!" He Zheng chuckled, his confidence soaring.

But the next second, He Lan came charging over with her tennis racket in hand, leaving He Zheng completely speechless.

That brat coming over here would probably throw everything into chaos.

No one expected He Lan to be so bold, her eyes closed tightly as she recklessly swung the racket around, hitting people blindly.

The driver protected her from behind, while in front, she managed to hit one person.

"Ah!" That person cried out, then fiercely kicked, snapping He Lan’s tennis racket in half.

The recoil startled He Lan, and she opened her eyes just in time to see that person charging straight at her. She panicked, closed her eyes again, and froze, completely forgetting to react.

Fortunately, the driver responded quickly. He grabbed the attacker and yanked them back, personally blocking the incoming assault.

By now, Qi Yun and Jiang Jinfeng had already dealt with the people surrounding them and were rushing over.

For a moment, chaos erupted under the car as everyone clashed wildly.

After Qi Yun and Jiang Jinfeng arrived, they swiftly took down all the remaining attackers.

Jiang Jinfeng frantically climbed into the car to check on Song Muyu’s condition.

At that moment, the car door suddenly swung open, and Qiao Rui stood at the edge of the doorway, tossing two people out one by one.

The two collapsed on the ground like dead dogs, lying motionless.

Jiang Jinfeng looked at Qiao Rui, momentarily stunned. Just as he was about to speak, he suddenly realized He Zheng and Si Ran were present.

He immediately said, "Miss Qiao, are you alright?"

"I’m fine." Qiao Rui glanced at him and replied, "But Miss Song was left alone in the car, and someone clearly seized the opportunity."

Jiang Jinfeng paused, understanding Qiao Rui’s implication. Although she wasn’t blaming him directly, he still felt deeply guilty.

Qi Yun also felt a strong sense of remorse.

This group of attackers, whose identities were still unknown, had chosen to strike at the service area, clearly exploiting an opportunity.

Qi Yun was deeply ashamed as well.

"Muyu, are you alright?" Jiang Jinfeng turned to Song Muyu behind Qiao Rui with concern.

Song Muyu shook her head. "I’m fine. Luckily, Miss Qiao arrived in time."

"Thank you." Jiang Jinfeng expressed his gratitude to Qiao Rui again, his words tinged with guilt.

Qiao Rui simply nodded.

She didn’t speak further, but her displeasure with Jiang Jinfeng and Qi Yun was evident.

They had been too careless about this matter.

"Let’s figure out who’s behind this first." Qiao Rui glanced at the people lying on the ground. "So many people targeting you must have been well-prepared, and they came with weapons. Attacking at a service area shows they were willing to kill—clearly aiming to eliminate Miss Song permanently."

Jiang Jinfeng nodded, grabbing one of the men on the ground and speaking sternly, "Tell me—who sent you?"

The man glanced at Jiang Jinfeng and shook his head. "I don’t know, I don’t know anything."

"Are you going to talk or not?" Jiang Jinfeng’s tone turned icy. "If you don’t speak, I’ll send you to the police!"

The man still shook his head. "I really don’t know."

Suddenly, a knife appeared in Qiao Rui’s hand—the same knife the attacker had used earlier against Song Muyu.

She gripped it and casually waved it around, the glinting blade reflecting a cold light.

"Still unwilling to talk?" Qiao Rui asked languidly.

The man stayed silent, though fear flickered in his eyes.

Out of nowhere, Qiao Rui swung the knife, driving it straight into the ground next to the man’s leg. It embedded itself two centimeters deep.

The knife landed precisely between his legs, so close it grazed his trouser seam. One fraction of an inch closer, and he would’ve been rendered a eunuch.

The man shivered violently, nearly losing control of himself.

"Still nothing to say?" Qiao Rui asked again.

The man hesitated and remained silent.

Meanwhile, He Lan exclaimed loudly, "Wow, that’s incredible, Qiao Rui—you’re my idol!"

"Shut up," He Zheng snapped, pulling her aside. "Don’t talk."

At a moment like this, even one extra word could weaken the intimidation.

He Lan immediately quieted down, but her admiration for Qiao Rui grew exponentially.

Each gaze at Qiao Rui brimmed with reverence and awe.

That strike with the knife—a clean, sharp movement—was clearly the result of extensive training.

"Are you going to talk or not?" Jiang Jinfeng pressed coldly.

"I-I’ll talk," the man stammered, lips trembling. "All I know is, the person behind this has the surname Shi. They gave our boss a lot of money to beat up Song Muyu and Qi Yun really badly—not kill them, just maim them."

Shi Family?

Qiao Rui and Jiang Jinfeng exchanged a glance.

Qi Yun drew in a sharp breath.

The Shi Family had indeed made their move, picking the road away from Liancheng for their ambush.

Patience, indeed.

Qi Yun and Jiang Jinfeng had initially assumed that during this trip to Liancheng, neither the Chen Family nor the Shi Family had acted because they were afraid. But now, with their guard down, the enemies had struck.

The timing couldn’t be more deliberate, precisely targeting a moment of vulnerability.

Qiao Rui turned to Jiang Jinfeng, asking calmly, "Can you handle this?"

Jiang Jinfeng immediately replied, "We can. Thank you all for your help."

He expressed his gratitude to He Zheng, He Lan, and Si Ran one by one.

He Zheng looked at the people lying on the ground and suggested, "President Jiang, Miss Song, so many attackers—this was clearly premeditated. You should call the police."

Jiang Jinfeng hesitated. Involving the police would inevitably bring up the matter involving Qi Yun and Chen Haimin.

Although Chen Haimin had initially kidnapped Song Muyu, he might flip from aggressor to victim. If the police got involved, they might need to trace the origin of events.

That could end up harming Qi Yun’s position.

He couldn’t help but look toward Song Muyu, waiting for her decision.