Chapter 93

In the business car, the gang leader, seeing that he couldn't shake off Qingchen, gradually slowed down, his heart filled with determination.

He still had a gun, but the other side didn't have one anymore.

When they reached a turn, he suddenly rolled down the window.

At the moment the car body tilted due to the turn, the gang leader pointed the gun out of the car and pulled the trigger at Qingchen!

However, what the gang leader didn't expect was that when he started to slow down, Qingchen had pulled out another pistol from his waist and, at the same time, pulled the trigger.

Qingchen had two guns on him!

The previous act of deliberately firing all the bullets and throwing the gun was a deliberate show for the gang leader, as he knew it would be difficult to catch up with the car.

It was better to let the gang leader slow down on his own or come back to kill him.

The gang leader panicked; while firing, he ducked to avoid the shots, causing the gun to deviate.

The gang leader's ear tingled as if something had pierced through it, and he could even smell the burnt hair from the bullet.

The gunfire erupted on the mountain road at midnight, and Qingchen was also hit.

Even though the other side had lost aim, the bullet still grazed his shoulder, leaving a deep blood trail on his right arm.

Qingchen lost his balance and fell to the ground, the momentum of his run and the slope causing him to roll continuously.

He gritted his teeth and got up, coldly watching the car's silhouette on the mountain road, which was getting farther and farther away.

To close the distance with the business car, Qingchen actually ran barefoot through the forest between the roads!

On the mountain road, while running, Qingchen picked up a rock larger than his head.

He stepped on branches and pebbles, the nerves in his feet sending shivers of warning.

At some point, his originally clean feet were already bloodied and torn, the soles black with a mix of blood and dirt, looking extremely cruel.

But he didn't care about the scratches on his cheeks or the deep blood trail on his shoulder.

He also didn't care about the pebbles and branches under his feet.

All he could do was to block out all the pain in his mind.

Then make the culprit pay the price tonight.

Qingchen ran faster and faster.

As he ran through the mountains, it seemed as if the world had become a giant chessboard.

At this moment, he was no longer the chess player but the fierce soldier crossing the river!

Full of courage!

The mountain road chessboard gradually formed a model in Qingchen's mind, silently calculating his speed and the car's speed.

Various pieces of information intertwined in Qingchen's mind.

In the next moment, Qingchen sprinted to the edge of the high forest, where the winding mountain road was just over ten meters below, and sweat was flying from his hair.

"Breath."

"Control."

"Dominate."

Not only was there a soldier crossing the river, but there was also a cannon coming from above!

In an instant, without even looking where the business car was, he let go of the rock in his arms.

The rock was thrown from a height, and it fell in a precise parabola towards the car's path, ten meters below.

The rock rolled in the air, and under the acceleration of gravity, it flew faster and faster!

The gang leader's pupils suddenly contracted!

He slammed on the brakes, but it was too late. The black business car seemed to have crashed into the rock from the sky.

With a loud bang, the gang leader was hit hard in the driver's seat, and the car lost control, crashing into the mountain by the road.

In the darkness, no one noticed the car accident on the mountain road.

The gang leader sat quietly in the car, his face covered in blood from hitting the steering wheel.

He looked extremely fierce.

The car's hood was twisted irregularly, and there was a hissing sound from inside, as if something was leaking.

The gun had flown somewhere.

He used his shoulder to push open the car door and staggered out, intending to walk into the mountains on foot. Without the car, the road was no longer an option, or he would be caught by Kunlun before he could get down the mountain.

However, the gang leader suddenly saw the masked teenager appear at the bend of the mountain road.

The place where the teenager threw the rock was over ten meters above the ground, so he had to take a detour to catch up.

But the gang leader couldn't understand why, with his feet already bloodied and torn, the teenager was still chasing him!

In the next moment, the teenager's speed increased, and he started running again!

The gang leader felt a chill of fear. Despite his mechanical prosthetic, he couldn't muster the courage to face the teenager in a direct fight!

He turned to run, but after just a few steps, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.

The car accident seemed to have affected his cerebellum, making it impossible for him to maintain balance.

The gang leader struggled to get up, his heart filled with determination as he saw the teenager approaching.

He stood up straight and roared, "Come on! Want to kill me? Come on!"

But the teenager remained silent, saying nothing.

Suddenly, the teenager pulled out a switchblade and stabbed fiercely at the gang leader's neck.

The gang leader was startled; his strong mechanical limbs quickly crossed in front of him.

However, in the blink of an eye, the teenager's knife had already changed direction in the air, the sharp blade scraping against the mechanical limbs, producing a streak of sparks.

The gang leader was amazed; the teenager's force was too quick, as if his target was never the neck.

The teenager then stepped back, crouched, and slashed at the gang leader's thigh.

This time, the gang leader was faster, his powerful mechanical limbs intercepting the attack.

As long as he could grab the teenager's wrist and crush it, the victory would still be his.

But the gang leader's vision blurred, and this time, the masked teenager was feinting again!

At the moment he tried to grab the teenager's wrist, the teenager had already stepped to his left, where there was a wide-open gap!

Before he could react, the teenager's switchblade was already firmly embedded in his spleen.

At that moment, the gang leader suddenly felt as if he had returned to the battlefield in Southeast Asia, facing a master of knife fighting.

From the start of the fight, he hadn't even touched the teenager's body.

Even with his injuries and the blow to his head, this was incomprehensible.

The teenager was like a gust of wind, impossible to catch or touch.

But he could kill.

The teenager was precisely executing a predetermined strategy, step by step, luring him to expose his side's weakness, and every step was within the teenager's calculations.

It was like art, he thought in fear.

The teenager pulled out the switchblade and turned to leave.

The gang leader felt his blood flowing out like an open floodgate.

He watched the teenager's indifferent back, as if he were just a minor character, not worth any conversation.

It turned out that the teenager had endured the pain in his feet just to ensure he was dead, leaving no room for any possibility.

"Why?" the gang leader struggled to ask, confused.

Qingchen thought for a moment and said, "I promised someone that you would die tonight."

After saying that, the teenager turned to leave, but at that moment, the gang leader's phone in his pocket rang.

The teenager paused, seemingly puzzled.