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Chapter 871 - 637 After you finish your performance, it’s my turn to take the stage (Thanks for the tip!)_2

Chapter 871: 637 After you finish your performance, it’s my turn to take the stage (Thanks for the tip!)_2

"It should be."

The rest of them didn’t speak.

The seven-seater business van drove smoothly, with silence filling the interior.

Suddenly.

Liu Jun felt something was off, an inexplicable weakness swept over his body; he furrowed his brows and subconsciously looked towards AK, only to find that the other’s complexion also looked abnormal.

"Why do I feel so weak all over?" he asked.

Upon hearing this, AK’s expression shifted, he picked up the bottle of mineral water that was only half full, and despite it being just a fragile water bottle, he could hardly grip it.

"What did you put in the water?"

At that, Liu Jun also immediately realized what was happening, his expression incredulous as he turned to look at his own people in the car.

"Sorry about this, guys."

"Who the hell are you?"

AK, sensing danger, even his voice had begun to lose strength.

The several people in the front and back were like puppets, showing no emotion.

"We’re just following orders."

"Fuck!"

Liu Jun tried to struggle, but he could hardly muster any strength and slumped into the seat like a lump of mud.

"I don’t want you guys to suffer, so I suggest you cooperate and don’t waste your energy anymore."

The business van slowly came to a stop.

It stopped by a river overgrown with reeds.

Where was the supposed truck for their rendezvous?

Not a single person could be seen.

The place, already rarely visited by anyone, coupled with the pitch-dark night, seemed even more eerie.

AK, unable to move despite all his efforts, exhaled and stopped wasting energy, his gaze sinister, "Geng Long didn’t send you."

No one responded.

The car door opened.

Before exiting the vehicle, the leader said, "Gentlemen, have a good journey."

Liu Jun’s face twisted ferociously, trying to stand, but his entire body felt as if it had been anesthetized.

No need to ask what they intended to do; he and AK weren’t rookies in the Jianghu, having followed Geng Long for so many years, they had claimed countless lives.

They had also carried out their share of making bodies disappear without a trace.

Everyone except Liu Jun and AK had gotten out of the car.

But the engine wasn’t turned off.

AK glanced at the tranquil river outside, his eyelids twitching uncontrollably; his heart sank further.

Not just because they were at a dead end.

"I want to speak with Brother Long," he said.

Not having given up, Liu Jun heard this and turned his head in disbelief.

AK didn’t look at him, instead shouting out of the car with all his might.

"I want to talk with Brother Long!"

Liu Jun’s expression, fierce and menacing, slowly stiffened.

Brother Long, Brother Long?

Yes.

If these people weren’t sent by Brother Long, how could they have known their hiding spot?

Was Brother Long... trying to kill them?

Outside.

The leader turned a deaf ear and lifted his wrist, checking the time.

"Rest easy on your way, your families will be taken care of," he said.

With that,

he gestured with his hand.

The few taciturn men walked to the back of the van, raised their hands, and steadied the vehicle.

In the distance,

two following Mondeos quietly came to a halt.

"Brother Liao, they’re going to eliminate us,"

Trying to escape guilt, they fled thoughtlessly and ended up crashing into the river – what a plausible accident.

As the business van was slowly moved towards the edge of the river by the men, Liao Xiangdong finally spoke.

"Save them."

That’s right.

Save them.

Sometimes reality can be this magical.

Your own people want you dead, yet your enemies wish you to live.

"Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible..."

Liu Jun seemed to fall into his own world, ignoring his imminent grim fate, murmuring over and over.

AK, without uttering a word, had already closed his eyes, ready to face what fate had in store for him.

But suddenly, the vehicle stopped moving.

"Brother Long! Brother Long sent people to rescue us!"

Before he even opened his eyes, he heard the excited shouts beside him.

AK opened his eyes, turned his head, and saw a group of strangers in the night, swiftly approaching.

Everyone was armed.

Swords glinted fiercely!

The leader narrowed his eyes but maintained composure, issuing orders without panic, "Attack."

On the desolate riverside, an air of grim death suddenly arose, as if even the usually undisturbed riverside stirred ripples.

Two groups of equal numbers drew blades and confronted each other, then collided without yielding an inch!

Unlike typical hooligans, there were no wasted words.

"Swoosh!"

It was over quickly.

Short blades crossed.

Both sides were ruthless, showing no mercy, every strike aimed straight for vital spots.

Soon, the first blood was spilled, staining the reeds.

Looking down at his subordinate with a horrific gash across his chest, the person responsible for the "backup" to A.K. and his companion had a dark expression. He stepped forward, bent over to pick up the fallen blade, and joined the fray.

Liao Xiangdong, who hadn’t gotten out of the car immediately, watched casualties mount from his seat. Empty-handed and about to open the door, suddenly, the bright headlights of a truck beamed toward him.

A truck was actually coming!

Ignoring the brutal fight, the truck didn’t slow down; instead, it sped up and rammed into the fray.

Seeing this, both groups stopped fighting and hurriedly tried to evade.

But while those standing could move, the injured on the ground had no escape.

The heavy truck mercilessly rolled over several wounded, leaving a bloody, indistinct mess under its wheels, a gruesome sight.

Then, the truck continued its insane course, crashing towards the van parked by the river.

Inside the van,

A.K. and Liu Jun were paralyzed with fear, unable to jump out, they could only watch helplessly as the beastly truck grew larger in their view.

"Boom!"

The crash came as expected.

Chaos ensued.

A.K. and his companion felt dizzy and confused as the van rolled 360 degrees and unavoidably plunged into the river.

"Splash!"

The calm surface was broken, and a huge spray of water rose as everyone watched the van slowly sink.

All bystanders, regardless of allegiance, were stunned, likely none had anticipated such a turn of events.

The crazy truck stopped at the riverside.

The doors opened.

Two individuals jumped out, resembling terrorists with their heads wrapped in black balaclavas, completely obscuring their faces.

"Ratatatat..."

Without a word, they raised their guns and decisively pulled the trigger on the dazed gangsters from both sides.

Bullets sprayed everywhere.

Fast and deadly.

In an instant, three to four people trembled and fell.

Cold weapons stood no chance against firearms.

It was a total mismatch!

Inside the Mondeo.

Geng Long, about to exit the car, changed his face.

In society’s underworld, established rules always prevailed.

Everyone acted within a set framework, rarely crossing the line unless absolutely necessary.

But the truck that had arrived last utterly shattered those rules, or rather, ignored them completely.

"Get in the car!"

Liao Xiangdong shouted, pushing open the door.

Facing such fierce firepower, to charge was not brave, but foolish!

Everyone snapped to their senses and without hesitation, turned and ran.

What began as a fight quickly turned into a one-sided slaughter.

During the escape, more were struck by stray bullets and stumbled to the ground.

"Bang!"

Seven had exited the car, but in the end, only a mere two made it back.

"Drive," Liao Xiangdong ordered, glancing outside the window.

The terrorists from the truck noticed them, viciously persistent, one continued to chase the other group, while another turned his gun barrel.

"Clang, clang, clang, clang..."

Metallic impacts followed as the Mondeo’s door instantly bore erratic dents.

"Boom!"

After all, it was just a Mondeo. The seller probably never anticipated that customers of this level would face such danger. The windows were not bulletproof and shattered under the relentless barrage!

Geng Long raised his arm to shield himself from the splattering glass shards.

"Hold on!"

The driver, sweating profusely and with a harsh voice, roared. He floored the accelerator and violently turned the steering wheel, drifting to turn around amidst the fierce gunfire.

"Pop!"

The right rear tire was blown out!

The battered Mondeo didn’t stop; with indomitable spirit, it exploited every bit of its performance, swaying side to side, and gradually receded into the distance.

As they moved out of effective shooting range, the infuriating criminals finally slowly lowered their arms.