Chen Fan returned to the Jinling Grand Hotel first, and a moment later, Jiang Tiansheng also hurried back.
As soon as he entered, Jiang Tiansheng said with a worried look, "Mr. Chen, it seems we're being watched."
Chen Fan was unfazed and said, "So what if we're being watched? We're going back anyway."
With the fifth compass fragment obtained, their business here was concluded. All that remained was to inform the Oracle and find the rogue cultivator.
That rogue cultivator was no ordinary person, and he might have to go in person.
Jiang Tiansheng nodded and also felt relieved.
He knew very well how powerful and terrifying Chen Fan's strength was. Anyone who dared to cause trouble was simply seeking their own demise.
So, he began to pack his belongings.
Just then, Chen Fan's phone rang.
Picking up the phone, he saw it was Wang Tingting calling. Chen Fan couldn't help but feel a little surprised.
Although he had Wang Tingting's contact information, there was rarely any need to contact each other.
After hesitating for a moment, he still answered the call.
"Chen Fan, A Xue has been taken!"
Wang Tingting's first sentence caused Chen Fan's expression to change.
"What did you say?"
Chen Fan said coldly, his voice filled with killing intent.
"I said, A Xue has been taken!" Wang Tingting's voice was urgent.
"Who did it?" Chen Fan's aura grew even colder.
"I don't know who it was. They came in a helicopter. He... they also injured Aunt Li," Wang Tingting said anxiously.
Chen Fan's body trembled, and his eyes narrowed, his gaze growing colder. "How is Aunt Li?"
Wang Tingting replied, "Aunt Li's injuries are not serious, but you know she can't handle too much shock..."
A surge of rage welled up in Chen Fan's heart.
He never expected that something like this would happen within just a few days of him leaving Hangjiang.
If he had known, he would have stayed in Hangjiang.
Although the fragments of the Dragon Pattern Compass were important, they were nothing compared to Su Yingxue.
"Take good care of Aunt Li, and also Nannan. I'll be back immediately." Chen Fan hung up the phone, forcibly suppressing the raging anger in his heart, and turned to urge, "We're going back to Hangjiang now, as fast as possible."
Jiang Tiansheng had already finished packing. Without bothering with anything else, he quickly had his subordinates carry the luggage and leave with Chen Fan.
Leaving his subordinates to check out, the two got into the business car, drove out of the parking lot, and headed straight for the highway.
This time, Chen Fan drove himself, pushing the speed to the limit, weaving through traffic, making Jiang Tiansheng, sitting in the passenger seat,'s heart pound.
At the same time, Chen Fan had already taken out his phone and called Xiang Jingshu.
She had personally handled the matter at West Lake last time, and she should not be in Hangjiang now, but she would surely have people stationed there.
As soon as the call connected, Chen Fan said coldly, "Who kidnapped Su Yingxue?"
"Someone kidnapped Su Yingxue?" Xiang Jingshu was startled.
"Within ten minutes, I want to know who it is," Chen Fan said coldly, his voice chilling, and added, "Otherwise, don't blame me for turning the world upside down!"
A dragon has scales, and to touch them is to invite fury.
Su Yingxue was his reverse scale.
"Okay!"
Xiang Jingshu naturally knew his capabilities and had no doubts.
After hanging up the phone, a cold killing intent flashed in Chen Fan's eyes, and he yanked the steering wheel.
On the other side of the road, two large trucks suddenly broke through the guardrail and crashed towards them.
"Be careful!"
Jiang Tiansheng did not expect such a move. His expression changed drastically, and cold sweat broke out instantly.
But as Chen Fan turned the steering wheel, the Mercedes swerved, narrowly missing the impact as it slid past the first truck.
The steering wheel was turned so sharply that the car body spun.
Chen Fan gently applied the brakes. The spinning Mercedes did not flip but, like a decelerating spinning top, traced an arc and slammed into the rear of the second truck.
The timing and speed were incredibly precise. After spinning, the rear of the car happened to hit the tire of the second truck, which was swinging out.
With a violent collision, the speed drastically reduced, and the rear of the car shattered.
The Mercedes bounced off from the impact and continued to spin to a halt.
The two trucks collided and stopped, and the Mercedes came to a stop in the gap between the two trucks.
Despite the fierce impact, Jiang Tiansheng was unharmed.
But the perilous collision left him gasping for breath, like a fish out of water.
He had walked through the valley of death. If Chen Fan had not reacted quickly, the Mercedes would have been driven directly under the wheels of the truck when the first truck broke through the guardrail.
Even with the good quality of the Mercedes, it would likely have been crushed into pieces.
And after getting past the first truck, if Chen Fan had not operated with such precision, they would still have been crushed by the second truck.
Before he could even figure out what was happening, Chen Fan had already pushed open the deformed car door and said in a deep voice, "Get out and hide behind the car."
As he spoke, two shards of glass flew from Chen Fan's hand.
From the cabs of the two trucks, men pushed open the doors and emerged, their faces full of menace, holding firearms.
But as soon as they pushed open the doors, they felt a sharp pain in their throats.
They reached out to touch their throats and found their hands covered in blood.
Immediately after, they felt as if they had become a leaky bellows, collapsing to the ground in sharp pain.
Chen Fan, however, did not spare them a second glance. He turned to look behind them, in the direction of the gap formed by the collision of the two trucks.
That was the other side of the road.
A dense line of cars was stopped on the road, and from them, a swarm of thugs and hired hands jumped out.
At a glance, there were over a hundred people, all armed with weapons. Besides the common machetes and steel pipes, there were more various firearms.
The leader was a bald man, who looked very ferocious.
As soon as he got out of the car, he pointed at Chen Fan.
About a dozen men in black suits crossed the collapsed guardrail, raised their guns, and pulled the trigger towards Chen Fan.
Bang, bang, bang...
Gunshots rang out, and flames spewed.
"You're looking for death!"
Chen Fan's body flickered, and he darted like lightning into the cab of one of the trucks.
Having lost their target, the gunmen immediately circled around the back of the truck and flanked them from both sides.
"Up there, up there!"
Suddenly, someone shouted, alerting the gunmen.
The gunmen looked up and saw Chen Fan, in a short amount of time, already on the roof of the truck from the other end of the cab.
They hurriedly moved their gun sights.
But Chen Fan's figure was like a swift wind, disappearing into the cargo area in an instant.
"So fast!"
The many gunmen felt their scalps tingle and yelled for their men to climb onto the cargo area.
The next moment, a figure flashed, and Chen Fan's body landed beside a gunman.
The gunman felt something was wrong, turned his head to look, and his expression changed drastically.
But before he could even shout, a large hand gripped his throat and, with a slight twist, crushed his throat.
"To the right, by the right wheel!"
The bald man pointed at Chen Fan and shouted. A few thugs behind him rushed forward with machetes.
Chen Fan took a stride and punched a gunman in the forehead. With a bang, the gunman's head exploded like a watermelon.
The bald man, witnessing this scene, his face changed greatly.
He had been warned before coming that Chen Fan was difficult to deal with, but what he saw now made him realize.
He wasn't just difficult to deal with; he was terrifying.
Fortunately, he had brought many men, and there were experts present, which gave him some peace of mind.
"Go, go and kill him!"
The bald man roared orders.
The thugs swarmed forward.
"Since you're seeking death, I'll grant it to you!"
Chen Fan stomped his foot, and a torrent of killing intent surged to the sky.