Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 830: 826 Encountering an Assassination (Part 2)

Chapter 830: Chapter 826 Encountering an Assassination (Part 2)

“Get out!” Ye Fan’s cold voice rang out, and Scarface felt a sharp pain on his neck. The icy blade had already cut his skin, leaving a bloody trace.

“Kid, you’re fucking dead!” Scarface threatened viciously, but he still moved, inching towards the exit.

Ye Fan curled his body, trying to stay behind Scarface as much as possible, while also shielding Shen Yan.

The bald man stood outside the door, the crossbow arrow in his hand tracking the movements of the three. However, Scarface always blocked the way between him and Ye Fan and Shen Yan, leaving no chance to pull the trigger.

Arriving at the parking lot outside the café, Ye Fan said to Shen Yan behind him, “Yanyan, get in the car quickly.”

“Huh?” Shen Yan turned around to leave but then came back, clinging to Ye Fan’s clothes tightly, “No, no, no, I won’t leave you alone!”

She shouted again, “You’re here to kidnap me, right? I have money, I can give it all to you, just don’t hurt my friend!”

Shen Yan didn’t know much about Ye Fan, but seeing his clothes and the car he drove, she guessed he might not be wealthy, instinctively thinking these thugs were targeting her.

Ye Fan felt a warmth in his heart, but shouted, “Yanyan, they’re not here for money, nor are they after you. Get in the car now, I’ll be right there!”

“You won’t escape!” The bald man threatened viciously, holding up a crossbow.

Ye Fan ignored him and shouted at Shen Yan again, “Get in the car now!”

Shen Yan was about to run to her car but was stopped by Ye Fan, who opened the rear door of a modified Volkswagen next to them, “Get in quickly, lie on the seat, and keep your body as low as possible!”

Once Shen Yan got into the car, Ye Fan slammed the door shut, took two steps, opened the front door, and shouted at the bald man, “Drop the crossbow!”

“No way!” The bald man said resolutely.

Without a word, Ye Fan swiftly pulled out the crossbow arrow lodged in Scarface’s right leg and then stabbed it back heavily.

“Ah!” Scarface screamed in pain.

Ye Fan yanked out the crossbow arrow again and stabbed it into Scarface’s leg.

“Alright, alright!” The bald man finally shouted, “You win, I’ll drop it!” He threw the crossbow to the ground, looking at Ye Fan with venomous eyes.

“Kick it over!” Ye Fan said.

“Kid, you’re dead!” The bald man sneered viciously.

“He said the same thing to me just now,” Ye Fan said, hooking the crossbow with his right foot, catching it in his hand. He put away the mountain knife, aimed the crossbow at Scarface, and sat in the car.

Scarface’s face was deathly pale, but his murderous gaze still locked on Ye Fan.

Without warning, Ye Fan stabbed Scarface in the abdomen with a knife. The dagger Scarface had just taken out of his right hand fell to the ground as he clutched his stomach, staggering two steps, collapsing into a pool of blood.

The bald man rushed over. Ye Fan stepped on the accelerator; the engine roared, and the Volkswagen crashed through the barrier, onto the street, swerving suddenly, and dashed away.

“Three!” The bald man howled, pressing Scarface’s incessantly bleeding abdomen, his eyes bloodshot, “Three, hang on, the doctor will be here soon!”

Scarface spat out blood and mumbled, “Kill, kill him!”

A man with a backward baseball cap and a skull tattooed on his arm stepped over quickly, saying to the bald man, “I’ll get him to a safe hospital, you go after the target.”

The bald man gratefully patted his shoulder, “Please take care of my brother!” With that, he steeled himself, dashed across the street, got into a parked Audi, slammed the door shut, and started chasing in the direction Ye Fan had fled.

The skull-tattooed man made a phone call, and after connecting, said, “Missed the vital points.”

Meng Gang softly said, “Finish it.”

After hanging up, Meng Gang turned to Xie Liping in the back seat, “Boss, we have a problem.”

From the car stereo, Beethoven’s masterpiece “Fate Symphony” played, entering the second movement. The elastic rhythm and fluctuating melody emerged with the viola and cello.

Xie Liping opened his eyes and simply said one word, “Chase.”

In front of the café, the skull-tattooed man took a glove from his pocket, put it on, pulled out the mountain knife stuck in Scarface’s abdomen, and emotionlessly stabbed it into Scarface’s chest.

Scarface’s body arched like a shrimp; his limbs twitched a few times, then went limp.

The tattooed man stood up, pressed down the brim of his hat, walked to the side of the street, turned into a small alley, and disappeared.

Meanwhile, Meng Gang spoke into the intercom, “The hunt begins, stay sharp, this Ye isn’t easy.”

“He’s not just not easy; he’s a damn lunatic!” At the other end of the street, a Chevrolet crashed into a lamppost, the hood smoking, and inside the car, the middle-aged man responsible for blocking Ye Fan’s escape, called Tiger by Meng Gang, with blood on his forehead, muttered to himself.

Just thirty seconds earlier, he had parked this Chevrolet across the road to block the Volkswagen, only for the other side not to stop but to accelerate and crash right into it.

“You killed someone, you killed someone, Ye Fan, you killed someone, go, turn yourself in!” Inside the speeding modified Volkswagen, Shen Yan, crouched on the back seat, kept saying, her voice trembling, her body shaking.

Ye Fan said, “He won’t die, I missed the vital points, and this is self-defense, it’s not illegal.”

Hearing Ye Fan’s explanation, Shen Yan wasn’t as worried, but thinking about those two thugs, she was still momentarily frightened, “Ye Fan, those two people, who the hell are they?”

“I don’t know either,” Ye Fan said, glancing at the rapidly approaching Audi in the rearview mirror, “But, we’ll find out soon enough.”

Shen Yan turned to look, the bright headlights of the Audi dazzled her vision, and suddenly, with a bang, the Audi rammed the Volkswagen’s rear, jostling the car forward, and the sudden acceleration slammed Shen Yan’s body against the seat back, only to quickly bounce off.

She shook her head, barely stabilizing herself, when she heard Ye Fan shout, “Hold on!”

The car body shook, the engine thundered, the modified Volkswagen roared and accelerated once more, charging forward.

“What the hell kind of car is this?!” In the Audi, the bald man watched the Volkswagen grow farther away and jerked the gear, the numbers on the speedometer needle rapidly climbing.

Luckily, it was the suburbs and late at night, with few cars on the road; otherwise, they would have crashed long ago with such terrifying speed.

Two more cars followed, and not far behind, was Xie Liping’s Mercedes.

Meng Gang glanced at the car’s navigation map, frowned, “Where does this Ye intend to escape?”

“Ye Fan, where are we going?” In the car, Shen Yan asked in fear.

Ye Fan looked at the road sign ahead, said: “Too many eyes in crowded places, I can’t make a move.”

Shen Yan asked blankly, “Make a move?”

“Things might get a bit rough next,” Ye Fan’s eyes flashed with a hint of coldness, “if you feel like throwing up, there’s a plastic bag in the seat back pocket.” Suddenly, he flicked the steering wheel, and the modified Volkswagen drifted, turning onto another road.