"I will make Long Zhihai lose everything, and from now on, he will no longer be qualified to stand against me."
Chen Fan said calmly, his voice not loud, but filled with dominance.
If it were before, Song Wenting would have scoffed dismissively upon hearing Chen Fan say this. But now, she couldn't muster any sarcasm.
It wasn't because of how brilliant Chen Fan's plan was today, but rather because she felt as if Chen Fan had transformed into a different person. The youthful smile on his face had long since vanished.
"Brother Fan, there's a car following us," Da Xiong, who was driving, said, glancing at the rearview mirror.
Song Wenting turned to look behind them. Indeed, a Hyundai sedan was tailing them.
"Could it be Long Zhihai's men?" Song Wenting guessed.
"Let's catch them and ask, then we'll know," Da Xiong's face immediately showed a hint of playfulness as he floored the accelerator.
Behind them, in the Hyundai sedan.
"They seem to have noticed us."
"Chase them, prepare to make a move."
Inside the car, a bald man pulled a black handgun from his waist, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
The driver heard this and also stepped on the accelerator, chasing the Mercedes in front.
The two cars, one in front and one behind, weaved through the city traffic.
"Damn it, in such a hurry to reincarnate!"
"Can't you drive? Do you think this road is your family's property!"
Their reckless driving drew curses from the surrounding traffic.
"Bang!"
Just then, the bald man rolled down his car window and fired a shot at the Mercedes ahead.
Instantly, the drivers who had been cursing fell silent, their faces filled with terror. They swerved and pulled their cars to the side of the road.
"Brother Fan, they have a gun!" Da Xiong's expression turned grim upon hearing the gunshot.
"I'll call for backup!" Song Wenting picked up her phone and dialed.
However, to Song Wenting's surprise, her phone had no signal!
She then looked at Chen Fan's phone, which also had no signal. Only then did she understand: "The other car has a signal jammer."
"What a grand gesture. It seems they truly intend to kill us," Da Xiong gripped the steering wheel, his foot firmly on the accelerator, the car's speed increasing rapidly.
Suddenly, another car shot out from an intersection, heading straight for Chen Fan's vehicle.
Fortunately, Da Xiong reacted quickly, drifting to narrowly avoid the collision.
However, their direction also veered onto a road leading to the suburbs.
The two cars pursued closely, with the occasional gunshot still audible.
"Brother Fan, there's a construction site ahead. You two drive away later, I'll stay and hold them off!" Da Xiong held the steering wheel with one hand and took out a handgun from the center console with the other.
"Stop the car," Chen Fan's voice suddenly rang out.
"Huh?!"
Da Xiong looked bewildered but slammed on the brakes. The speeding Mercedes skidded, leaving long tire marks, and stopped less than five meters from the construction site exit.
"Vroom!"
At the same moment, a cement mixer truck emerged from the construction site exit, blocking the road in the middle.
Seeing this, both Da Xiong and Song Wenting were startled.
If they hadn't stopped in time, that cement mixer truck would have likely overturned them.
There was no time to wonder how Chen Fan knew a cement mixer truck would emerge from here. The two pursuing sedans had already stopped behind the Mercedes.
"Boss Song, I'll create a diversion later, you and Brother Fan go first!" Da Xiong, holding his gun, had already opened the car door.
Song Wenting looked at Chen Fan nervously, as if to ask his intentions.
But to her surprise, Chen Fan also opened his door.
"Chen Fan!" Song Wenting called out hurriedly.
"Brother Fan, why are you getting out?!" Da Xiong looked at Chen Fan with surprise.
"We are brothers, there's no reason for you to block in front of me," Chen Fan smiled calmly and patted Da Xiong's shoulder.
"But!" Da Xiong was deeply moved.
He wanted to say that his life was cheap, and if he died, he died. As long as Chen Fan could escape, it would be worth it.
But before he could finish speaking, the doors of the two sedans behind them opened, and four men emerged.
Each of them held a weapon, and their ferocious faces wore playful smiles. It was clear at a glance that they were killers who lived on the edge, exuding an aura of ruthlessness.
"Who are you? How dare you! Do you know who we are?!" Da Xiong asked, pointing his gun at the four.
The bald man sneered, "Heh heh, of course, we know. Otherwise, why would we be looking for you?"
"Then do you know he is the successor of the Underworld King? If you dare to touch him, you will only find death." Da Xiong threatened again.
The bald man laughed mockingly, "Hahaha! So what? If you die, will anyone know we did this?"
"Who sent you?" Chen Fan asked, who had been silent until now.
"Chen Fan, you'll have to ask that question in the underworld after you die," the bald man said mockingly.
"Let them go, and I'll do whatever you want," Chen Fan said with a calm expression.
"No, no, no." The bald man shook his head first, then said again, "Do you know why we aren't wearing masks? Because today, all three of you will die."
"How dare you!" Da Xiong lunged forward, blocking Chen Fan and confronting the four.
"I gave you a chance. Since you want to die, don't blame me," Chen Fan's voice slowly sounded.
"Hahaha! Kid, what did you say? We have four guns pointed at you, and you say we want to die? Kid, are you out of your mind!" The bald man laughed arrogantly.
The other three also...
Suddenly.
Chen Fan's hand moved, and four silver needles shot out.
The tiny silver needles didn't attract the attention of the four men at all. It wasn't until the four needles embedded themselves in their arms that they reacted.
But when they tried to pull the trigger, all four were shocked to find that their fingers wouldn't move!
Da Xiong reacted swiftly, kicking one of them over.
Although these men had some martial arts skills, they were no match for Da Xiong, who had used muscle-enhancing cream. Within a few moves, all four were knocked to the ground.
Their weapons were confiscated by Da Xiong.
"Damn it, you dog! How dare you try to assassinate Brother Fan! Who the hell gave you the guts!"
Da Xiong cursed and kicked the bald man's arm.
"Crack!" The arm snapped.
"Ah!" The bald man cried out in pain, beads of cold sweat dripping onto the asphalt.
"Speak, who sent you?!" Da Xiong demanded, stepping on the bald man's broken arm.
The bald man's face contorted in pain, his whole body trembling. Finally, he couldn't bear it and confessed, "Wolf, Master Wolf."
"Old Wolf of Mingzhou?" Da Xiong frowned.
"Yes!" the bald man nodded.
"How many of you came in total?" Da Xiong asked again.
"Four, four of us!" the bald man replied.
"Four?!" Da Xiong was stunned and instinctively looked at the cement mixer truck behind them.
But at that moment, Da Xiong's eyes widened: "Brother Fan, be careful!"