Invincible Young Master in the City
Chapter 832: 828: Who Is the Hunter? (Part 2)

Chapter 832: Chapter 828: Who Is the Hunter? (Part 2)

“Kill him!” Xie Liping said harshly.

Upon hearing the order, Meng Gang no longer hesitated, the Benz suddenly accelerated, and the needle raced to two hundred and fifty miles.

Roaring in quickly.

Soon arriving behind the modified Volkswagen.

A handgun protruded from the Benz’s window.

“Down!” In a split second, Ye Fan pushed Shen Yan down with a backhand while sharply turning the steering wheel.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Three shots fired in bursts.

The rear windshield shattered with the sound, even though Ye Fan had slammed on the brakes, the Volkswagen still rammed into the roadside curb. Under the violent impact, Shen Yan immediately passed out.

Ye Fan took a slow breath and muttered to himself, “The main act is here.”

The Benz stopped fifteen meters away from the Volkswagen, the car’s surround sound system played the final fourth movement of the “Destiny” symphony, the magnificent triumphal march began, the chords full and powerful with an overwhelming momentum.

This was a cheer for the victor.

Xie Liping’s eyes were full of killing intent, and he laughed silently.

The prey was caught, ready to be killed.

Xie Liping got off the car, leaned against the body of the car, took out a cigarette from an exquisite cigarette box, and Meng Gang walked over to light it for him.

Under the dim streetlight, the cigarette butt flickered on and off. Further away was the crashed car, three bullet casings, and a crossbow arrow on the ground.

Xie Liping slightly raised his head, exhaled a smoke ring, which was blown away by the night wind, “I really misjudged this Ye fellow.”

He said somewhat ruefully.

Meng Gang smiled, “In the end, he still ended up in the boss’s hands.”

“Well, it’s only challenging prey that’s worth hunting.” Xie Liping flicked his cigarette ash and asked, “Gang Zi, won’t you make a move?”

Meng Gang chuckled, “No need for me to make a move, dealing with Ye Fan, Shan Pao alone is enough.”

Xie Liping turned his head to glance, and the bald man full of hostility walked over.

“This person is, like me, an ancient martial arts cultivator.” Meng Gang reminded.

“Oh?” Xie Liping’s tone rose, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Other than Meng Gang, who had always been by his side, he hadn’t had much contact with ancient martial arts cultivators. However, because the Xie family often had business dealings with the Mo family in Chongqing, he had heard his father mention some things about this world.

Though he was interested in the world of ancient martial arts practitioners, he didn’t long for it much because, in his perspective, nothing in the world couldn’t be achieved with money. Meng Gang was an ancient martial arts practitioner and could be hired as a bodyguard with money!

“If it weren’t for taking care of his brother, Shan Pao wouldn’t be on the run from the entire nation’s police.” Meng Gang said, “Now that his brother is dead, after dealing with that Ye fellow, this person could be useful.”

Xie Liping laughed at these words, handed a cigarette to the bald man walking past him and said: “Hey, Shan Pao, want one?”

Shan Pao gave him a cold glance, then walked straight to Ye Fan’s car.

“Damn, still has a proud personality, good, good, I like it!” Even after getting the cold shoulder, Xie Liping wasn’t annoyed, instead, he smiled, but the next moment, his smile faded, a hint of malice flashed in his eyes, “Ye Fan has touched your reverse scale, tear him into pieces!”

The door of the modified Volkswagen was pushed open, Ye Fan got out of the car, his gaze only stayed on Shan Pao for a moment, then shifted to Xie Liping behind.

He was somewhat surprised.

Xie Liping waved with a smile, like an old friend, but shouted: “Ye, be careful, this guy is no simpleton. If you kneel and knock three times, he might let you die a little easier.”

Ye Fan withdrew his gaze, looked at the approaching Shan Pao, and suddenly said, “An ancient martial arts practitioner working as a hitman for someone like this, aren’t you afraid of losing face?”

Shan Pao was stunned for a moment; clearly, he hadn’t expected the other party to have seen through his identity, so he became a bit cautious, but he wasn’t afraid, saying: “I didn’t expect to meet a practitioner, but you hurt my third brother, I cannot let go of this vengeance. If you sever one limb, I will spare your life.”

“I didn’t kill him, yet you don’t thank me and instead come to kill me? What’s the reasoning?” Ye Fan asked.

“The strong rule, fists make for reasoning.” Shan Pao said, he clenched his fists, bones cracking noisily.

His fists were big, at least he thought they were bigger than Ye Fan’s, so at this moment, what he said, was the reasoning.

It was this reasoning, but it was clearly unreasonable.

Ye Fan, however, playfully smiled, “I’m quite curious about where you get such confidence!”

“If that’s the case, you can’t blame others!”

As Shan Pao spoke, there was a sudden “swoosh” sound from underfoot, caused by the sharp friction between the sole and the ground.

“The show begins!” Xie Liping exclaimed excitedly.

Shan Pao, like a cannonball, charged at Ye Fan, in a blink of an eye, crossing over three meters, his right fist fiercely slammed towards Ye Fan’s head, the fist wind howling, intending to blow this reckless chap’s head open.

During his days on the run in the Northeast, amidst the encirclement of hundreds of police, he and his scar-faced third brother plunged into the vast Daxing’anling, relying solely on these two fists, hunted and killed adult bears and over two hundred kilograms of wild boars.

After Ye Fan exposed his identity as a cultivator, he put away his underestimation, so this punch used a full nine-tenths of his strength, though it was not enough to split mountains and rocks, smashing a person’s skull was not difficult.

Yet he ultimately underestimated this man before him.

The nearly certain-to-kill punch was thrown, the next moment, his pupils suddenly dilated.

Ye Fan’s right hand flashed out like lightning, that punch with immense power directly smashed onto Ye Fan’s palm.

With a loud “boom”, like a gunshot, like muffled thunder, like a thousand-pound weight dropped to the ground.

Shan Pao felt as if it hadn’t hit a palm but struck a block of several tons of steel.

The terrifying punch speed and immense strength all rebounded back, the bones in his entire arm had cracks.

His eyes were abruptly widened, full of disbelief.

He was called Shan Pao because his punches were like cannonballs out of the chamber, imposing and intimidating. With these fists, he fought bears, killed wild boars, broke out of Daxing’anling, and forcefully fought his way from Northeast China to Hua Hai City, intending to start anew here with his brother, little did he expect to lose here.

But how could he admit defeat just like this?!

With his right hand already numb, he swiftly kicked out with his left foot.

Yet just as he kicked out, there was an abrupt “crack”, Ye Fan had already kicked with even faster speed onto his calf, the leg bone snapped, protruding through muscle and skin, the stark white bone exposed.

“Overestimating oneself!” Ye Fan snorted coldly, right hand fingers curved, grabbed Shan Pao’s right fist, and twisted. The terrifying power swiftly transmitted along the fist to the whole arm, muscles tearing, tendons and veins twisting, even the t-shirt sleeve on the arm tore apart with a ripping sound.

“I’ll break one of your limbs, sparing your life.” Ye Fan said impassively, then released his grip, walked around the now-crippled Shan Pao, and headed towards Xie Liping.