Extraordinary Soldier King in the City
Chapter 72 - 72 072 Crisis Resurfaces

72: Chapter 072: Crisis Resurfaces 72: Chapter 072: Crisis Resurfaces Qian Zhita’s words left Cai Dongshan with no choice but to comply.

He hurriedly untied the ropes from Lin Mengyao and Wu Kun, only binding their hands before leading them toward the first floor.

However, as Cai Dongshan brought Lin Mengyao and Wu Kun down to the first floor and saw the scene there, he froze completely.

Especially the two bodyguards, clutching their abdomens and wailing on the ground, which shocked Cai Dongshan to the extreme.

He simply couldn’t fathom how his two bodyguards, whom he had just been boasting about, were now down and out.

Who could have done this?

With this thought, Cai Dongshan instinctively looked at Chen Feng, who sat next to Qian Zhita.

At that moment, Chen Feng was also looking at him with a cold, indifferent gaze.

That icy stare sent involuntary shivers down Cai Dongshan’s spine.

“Master Cai, we meet again!” Chen Feng said with a cold smile.

“Yes… yes!” Cai Dongshan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and meekly replied, his eyes filled with fear.

At this point, if he still didn’t understand what had happened, then his intelligence would truly be in the negatives.

Chen Feng narrowed his eyes and then disregarded Cai Dongshan, instead turning his attention to Lin Mengyao and Wu Kun behind him.

His cold face softened with a smile, “Yaoyao, Uncle Wu, are you both alright?”

“Yes!” Lin Mengyao nodded with a slight blush on her face.

Chen Feng had directly addressed her as Yaoyao, which seemed rather intimate and made her a bit shy.

“Mr.

Chen, I knew you would surely come back for us!” Wu Kun exclaimed excitedly.

Chen Feng smiled, then looked over to Qian Zhita and asked indifferently, “Young Master Qian, I presume you have no objections to me taking these two away now?”

“No… no objections!” Qian Zhita quickly shook his head.

“Good, then farewell!” Chen Feng patted Qian Zhita’s shoulder, said with a light smile.

After speaking, he stood up from the sofa, walked over to Lin Mengyao and Wu Kun, untied their hands, and began to lead them towards the warehouse door.

As for Cai Dongshan on the side, he was so frightened that he didn’t dare to let out a peep.

After all, if those formidable bodyguards were brought down by Chen Feng, what could he, an old man past his fifties, do anyway?

He could only watch helplessly as Chen Feng and the others left.

Qian Zhita watched the departing figures of Chen Feng and the others, his eyes filled with resentment.

With the departure of Chen Feng and his companions, his billion and the Emperor Green Jade would be completely out of reach.

What awaited him was his father’s endless fury!

The more Qian Zhita thought about it, the more resentful he felt, almost regretting himself green.

If he had known Chen Feng was so powerful, he should have called more bodyguards at the outset, so it wouldn’t have ended so disastrously.

With that thought, Qian Zhita’s gaze inadvertently fell upon the two wailing bodyguards on the ground.

And with that look, his eyes caught sight of a Type 54 pistol on the waist of one of the bodyguards.

The sight, which had previously left Qian Zhita feeling as if all were lost, suddenly jolted him, and his mind became active once again.

Even if Chen Feng was so strong, even if his speed was so fast, he could not be faster than a bullet, could he?

With that thought, a new hope reignited in Qian Zhita’s heart.

Without a second word, he dashed towards the bodyguard, snatched the Type 54 pistol from his waist, and pointed it directly at Chen Feng and the others, who were already at the warehouse doorway.

This caused Chen Feng, who was walking toward the outside, to frown.

He felt a sudden surge of deadly intent rising from behind him.

So, Chen Feng quickly turned to look back.

Chen Feng was slightly startled at the sight.

Lin Mengyao and Wu Kun, seeing this, also quickly turned around with puzzled expressions on their faces.

However, their reactions were naturally identical to Chen Feng’s, as they all froze in their tracks.

All three had clearly not anticipated Qian Zhita to still have a handgun!

“How about that?

Surprised?

Delighted?

None of you expected this, right?

Hahaha!”

Qian Zhita, seeing Chen Feng and his companions stunned, immediately let out a very arrogant laugh.

“The young master Qian has quite the reach, to even get his hands on a Type 54 pistol, truly surprising!” Chen Feng said indifferently.

At this moment, he was not at all panicked, still very calm.

The reason he had frozen for a moment was completely out of surprise.

He truly hadn’t expected Qian Zhita, a profligate scion, to actually possess a Type 54 pistol.

“Hmph, I have plenty of money.

What can’t I get my hands on?

It’s just a Type 54 pistol; for me, it’s no challenge at all!

To tell you the truth, even if I wanted to get an AK-47, I could obtain one in minutes!” Qian Zhita snorted coldly, speaking very pretentiously.

That bravado nearly killed the bull with its boast!

“Wow, impressive!” Chen Feng hooked a smile at the corner of his mouth and softly clapped.

“Now you see how formidable I am?

It’s too late for regrets!”

“You made me lose face in the exchange, and you damn made me lose a billion for nothing.

If I don’t make you pay dearly today, I shall not bear the Qian name!”

“Go to hell!”

Qian Zhita became angrier as he spoke and completely lost his reason by the end.

He aimed the gun directly at Chen Feng and was about to fire.

“Chen Feng, be careful!”

“Mr.

Chen, dodge quickly!”

Lin Mengyao and Wu Kun, upon seeing this, called out in concern with anxious faces.

Upon hearing them, Chen Feng narrowed his eyes, very calm.

Because he was confident he could dodge Qian Zhita’s bullet.

After all, Qian Zhita was just a prodigal son, and his marksmanship was naturally terrible.

However, just as Chen Feng was preparing to dodge,

Qian Zhita’s gun, originally aimed at Chen Feng, suddenly swiveled towards Lin Mengyao.

This sudden development stunned everyone present.

Lin Mengyao herself was so taken aback that she froze on the spot, her beautiful big eyes filled with terror, unable to react in time.

Seeing this, Qian Zhita’s mouth curved into a sinister cold smile, giving Lin Mengyao no chance to react and directly pulled the trigger.

“Bang!”

A hot bullet sprayed out from the pitch-black muzzle, flying straight towards Lin Mengyao.

The gunshot shocked Lin Mengyao back to her senses.

But it was already too late; the bullet was just too fast.

Even though Lin Mengyao regained her senses, she could not evade it.

Furthermore, if this bullet hit her, her death was certain.

At that moment, Lin Mengyao’s face was covered in despair.

And the more significant memories of her past, like scenes from a movie, began to rapidly replay in her mind.

In those memories, there were her parents, her sister, and then Chen Feng…