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Chapter 447 - 441, Narrow Road Encounter (Second Update)_1

Chapter 447: 441, Narrow Road Encounter (Second Update)_1

Yang En was a little surprised; he hadn’t expected Ren He to be leaving right now, but upon reflection, it did seem safer to leave before anything happened.

Yang En had been trapped in a misconception before, not wanting to disrupt Yang Xi’s studies, feeling that a child’s education was the most important thing. But now, if Ren He, the teacher himself, was leaving with his student, did it really matter where they continued their studies...?

To this day, Yang En still couldn’t quite fit Ren He into the role of a teacher... How did this guy become a junior professor at the Juilliard School of Music?

Now was not the time for such doubts, and Yang En immediately agreed with Ren He’s idea; he also understood Ren He’s decision.

At this moment, the Ren He before him was rational and calm, quickly opting to remain uninvolved. But Yang En didn’t feel anything in particular; as far as he was concerned, the situation was their people’s problem, not Ren He’s.

"I will book a flight for tomorrow morning and let you know when I’m safe back home," Ren He said calmly. He didn’t have any attachment to the United States; his sole reason for being there was to be with Yang Xi.

In fact, after Su Ruqin tacitly approved their relationship, they could have returned to China a long time ago. It was habitual thinking that brought them back to the United States, with Yang Xi continuing as a student and Ren He as a junior professor.

There were still many things in the United States left undone, and the extreme challenge they had planned to undertake might be over before it had even started. But extreme challenges were not something that could only be done in the United States.

The piano solo recital they had agreed to hold was not yet performed, and the junior professor’s classes were not yet finished. The person he felt most sorry for was Joseph, as it was under significant public pressure that Joseph had managed to keep him there in the end.

But there was no time now for sentimentality. Just as Ren He thought: nothing was more important than life.

Yang En agreed with Ren He’s ideas and thought that it was indeed the safest course. As long as Yang Xi left, he would have no attachments left here.

Even if he were to be arrested outside, it wouldn’t be the U.S. government acting openly, but those military contractors, and it certainly wouldn’t be blatant, for although he had left the embassy in disguise, no one could ignore his true identity.

If they caught him, fine. If not, and he returned, China could claim that their ambassador had been attacked in the United States, by U.S. officials no less—then things would get messy indeed, something nobody wanted.

He wouldn’t die, of that much he was sure.

The hotel they picked was quite secluded, already on the outskirts of New York City. Ren He took Yang Xi and avoided surveillance cameras as they exited through the back door. When he reached the rear, Ren He suddenly recognized the familiar figure squatting at the roadside, smoking with a duck-billed cap on.

Lin Hao? Ren He was taken aback; he hadn’t expected the other party to come to the United States as well. It seemed he was still on the mission to protect Yang En. Since Yang En had acted privately and couldn’t bring a military officer from the General Staff with him, it seemed more fitting for Skydrive to get involved when acting privately.

Lin Hao looked up, smiled at him without speaking, kept his head down and continued smoking. After finishing his last few puffs, he stubbed out the cigarette butt and tucked it into his pocket.

Ren He had no bad feelings towards Skydrive. He knew that Lin Hao had had numerous chances to shoot him when Ren He had beaten him so badly, unaware at the time that Lin Hao had a gun.

But Lin Hao didn’t shoot, sticking to his own principles. For this, Ren He himself felt a bit guilty and a trace of respect, even if he would never fight side-by-side with him or join Skydrive. But he was willing to maintain a sliver of respect.

If Lin Hao was at the back door, might Knight and Wang be at the front? Ren He didn’t know. After the last incident, through Lin Hao, he had learned Knight and Wang’s names.

"Take care," Ren He said, then drew Yang Xi away to leave. Lin Hao stood up behind him and walked towards the front entrance of the restaurant with a smile, seemingly surprised that Ren He would say "take care" to him.

However, just at that moment, a gunshot rang out from the front entrance, the sharp report startling the suburbs of New York City into alertness!

It was 10 p.m., the night sky black as ink enveloping the whole world. Right after Ren He had gone through a tense moment thinking about Yang En’s situation, he suddenly heard a gunshot!

Everyone knew that the gunshot was definitely not a coincidence.

Yang Xi’s face changed immediately, and she wanted to turn back, but Ren He grabbed her, "Where are you going? Do you think you can help if you go there?"

Yang Xi was no fool. She understood that what Ren He had said was true; she couldn’t be of any help. Although Yang En was her father and she was extremely worried about him, worry would do no good. Acting rashly would only make her a burden.

Ren He, holding onto Yang Xi, walked towards another path. However, after turning into it, he saw an ordinary Caucasian walking from the other side of the road. Had it been another time, Ren He might have truly taken the person for a passerby, but at that moment, he noticed that the man’s arm movements while walking were irregular.

In his past life, he had seen in the news that Putin’s walking posture had a very distinctive trait: his right arm never swung. It was to facilitate quick gun drawing in any situation, a bodily instinct developed through training.

There could be no mistake; Ren He sensed danger from the man’s walking posture.

As they walked closer to each other, Ren He knew he couldn’t afford the slightest bit of wishful thinking. If the man was here to capture Yang En, then he would most certainly be aware of Yang Xi’s existence. However, it seemed that his own presence had caught the man off-guard, as he unconsciously glanced at Ren He twice!

Ren He’s heart rate began to surge. It was the same feeling he had when he encountered assassins during the attack in the Capital, as well as every time he engaged in extreme sports. Life and death seemed only a moment away, but fear of dying wouldn’t solve anything, and flipping a coin couldn’t change anyone’s destiny.

Suddenly, Ren He pushed Yang Xi aside and used the Tear Potion. Past experiences had proven that in actual combat, a vomiting reaction wouldn’t affect a truly determined opponent, whereas the semi-blinding effect of the Tear Potion could indeed provide an unexpected advantage!

Ren He sprinted forward swiftly. The moment the Tear Potion took effect was when the enemy was at his most psychologically vulnerable and most surprised.

The oncoming man didn’t draw a gun when the tears burst forth but instead pulled out a black dagger and instinctively swung it forward. This was the most professional of combatants; he was well aware that at this distance, combined with the sudden tearing, a gun would have been a hindrance whereas a dagger was his most reliable ally.

In his mind, Ren He was probably Yang Xi’s lover, because from their expressions, they didn’t seem like the bodyguard and employer type. They were both smart people, and such things were easy to discern at a glance.

Although he didn’t understand why he was tearing up, taking down two regular people should be more than manageable for him.

However, in such an unequal state, Ren He wouldn’t give him another chance. As the dagger came swinging, Ren He had already charged to the assassin’s front and braced his hips!

In the blink of an eye, Ren He, counterintuitively, missed the dagger but grabbed the assassin’s wrist. The dagger in the killer’s hand moved agilely, like a living sharp tongue, extremely flexible!

The assassin didn’t understand how Ren He had managed to grab his wrist, but such a reckless act gave him a glimmer of certainty of victory in his heart.

Crack!

In his tear-blurred vision, the assassin’s face showed disbelief as Ren He crushed two of his arm’s bones in an instant!

What kind of strength was this?!

The next second, his Adam’s apple suffered an unprecedented hit, and he could hear a clear shattering sound. Then darkness enveloped his sight.

It was only at the end of his life that a thought suddenly occurred to him: Yang Xi’s boyfriend must be that Knight.

...

As usual, time for a meal.