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Chapter 840 - 840 840 Cold Blooded

840: Chapter 840: Cold Blooded?

840: Chapter 840: Cold Blooded?

“Forget it, we have more important things to do.

Get in the car!”

At that moment, the window of a Rolls-Royce rolled down, and a slick-haired man stuck his head out, addressing the man who was holding a knife to Bai Xiaofan’s neck.

“Miss, my name is Song Wei.

Here’s my business card.

If you ever run into trouble in Binbei City, come find me.

Someone as beautiful as you shouldn’t waste your youth on a man who’s got a knife at his throat!”

As he finished speaking, a business card flew into Xiao Mei’s hand.

The car window closed, and the convoy of vehicles drove off again.

“I feel insulted.

Even worse than when your parents doubted my…

capabilities,” Bai Xiaofan muttered to Xiao Mei as he watched the cars ahead.

“Oh, there’s nothing we can do.

Song Wei just said it himself—being with you is a waste of my youth.

Maybe I really should reevaluate things!”

“Reevaluate what?”

“Reevaluate whether I should continue wasting my youth on you or not!”

As soon as Xiao Mei finished speaking, Bai Xiaofan hoisted her up onto his shoulder.

“Haha, stop it!

You’re not fully healed yet!”

Xiao Mei giggled softly, her small hand grabbing onto Bai Xiaofan’s arm, worried about his injury.

The two bantered and playfully roughhoused as they walked along.

For them, the incident just moments ago wasn’t even worth a second thought.

If this had been in the past, Song Wei and his group would have likely been corpses by now.

From the very moment someone dared to hold a knife to Bai Xiaofan’s neck.

But now, Bai Xiaofan simply found it amusing.

Because even if he stood still, the knife had no chance of hurting him in the slightest.

Perhaps this was the transformation that came with greater power—his mindset shifting accordingly.

In Bai Xiaofan’s eyes, Song Wei and his group were nothing more than mice performing in front of him, the lurking cat.

The two strolled leisurely toward home, and as they came within two blocks of Xiao Mei’s house, two figures suddenly darted out from a side street.

Instinctively, Bai Xiaofan turned his head, and when he saw who the two were, he couldn’t help but laugh.

What a small world.

The two were none other than Song Wei and the kid who had held the knife to his neck earlier.

At the same time, the two also noticed him and Xiao Mei.

“Get the hell out of the way, don’t block the road!”

The guy with the knife shouted loudly at Bai Xiaofan and Xiao Mei.

Bai Xiaofan was puzzled.

There was so much space around them—why did they specifically need Bai Xiaofan and Xiao Mei to step aside?

Meanwhile, a crowd of about twenty people surged out from behind Song Wei and his companion.

Each of these twenty or so individuals was carrying a machete or a metal rod, and it was clear they were up to no good.

“Damn it!

If you’re not going to move, don’t blame me for being rude!”

As Bai Xiaofan was still processing, the guy next to Song Wei had already dashed up to him, aiming the knife straight at his stomach.

Wang Liang was in a foul mood.

He and Song Wei had set out to run an errand, only to walk into an ambush.

Now, as they were fleeing, this idiot had the audacity to block their path.

Especially since this guy was the same wimp who didn’t dare utter a word when a knife was held to his throat.

It pissed Wang Liang off.

He figured he’d kill him in passing, just to blow off some steam.

Clang!

But when the knife stabbed into Bai Xiaofan’s abdomen—

The expected scene of the blade slicing in and blood gushing out didn’t happen.

Instead, there was the sound of metal clashing.

At the same time, a massive force rebounded back.

Before Wang Liang could figure out what was going on, he stumbled backward several steps and fell to the ground.

His first instinct was to scramble up and keep running.

But the pursuers had already caught up.

A cold machete glinting with a frosty shine was suddenly pressed against his neck.

The icy touch instantly made Wang Liang’s body tremble involuntarily.

He had peed himself in fear!

Seeing his sole henchman captured—and disgracefully wetting himself—Song Wei also stopped running.

He was a notorious hedonist, indulging in wine and women, and there was no way he could outrun his pursuers.

“Who sent you after me?

Why are you trying to kill me?

Do you even know who I am?”

Song Wei, out of breath, first glared fiercely at Bai Xiaofan.

In his mind, Bai Xiaofan was indirectly to blame for Wang Liang being caught.

Then, turning to the group of twenty approaching men, he questioned them, his voice tinged with nervousness.

Bai Xiaofan noticed Song Wei’s pointed gaze.

Bai Xiaofan spread his hands helplessly.

“Seriously?

How is this my fault?”

I was just walking along quietly, minding my own business.

You’re the ones who came charging at me, hurling insults and trying to stab me.

Who did I offend?

Now that your guy’s been caught, you want to pin the blame on me?

Goddammit!

This is what they mean when they say trouble comes falling out of the sky!

“Young Master Song Wei, in all of Binbei City, who wouldn’t recognize you?”

From the crowd emerged a man with slicked-back hair, holding a long blade.

A lock of crimson hair nearly covered his eye as he spoke to Song Wei.

“Since you know who I am, how dare you harm my men and hunt me down?

Are you not afraid of my family’s vengeance?”

Upon hearing this acknowledgment of his identity, Song Wei let out a small sigh of relief and grew bolder in his words.

“Haha, Young Master Song Wei, if I were afraid of your family’s vengeance, I wouldn’t be here chasing you down!”

The crimson-haired man smirked and glanced at Song Wei, as if mocking him for asking such a stupid question.

“Y-you-you… You’re Coldblooded?

You’re the one who’s been targeting my family?”

Song Wei’s face paled.

He stammered, pointing a trembling finger at the man in front of him, utterly terrified.

Speaking as he retreated step by step, his eyes filled with immense fear as they remained fixed on Coldblooded.

In recent years, a figure named Coldblooded had appeared in Binbei City.

This person specifically targeted members of the Song family, either injuring or killing them.

Initially, the Song family didn’t take it seriously.

But as the casualties mounted, they began to pay attention.

The family sent numerous people to deal with Coldblooded, but no matter how many they sent, none returned.

Eventually, his elder brother Song Feng took matters into his own hands, personally leading their forces in pursuit of Coldblooded.

After Song Feng intervened, Coldblooded’s appearances became far less frequent.

But unexpectedly, today of all days, Song Wei had crossed paths with him.

What kind of luck was this—is it good or bad?