Chapter 1113 - Captured (2/2)
It was two in the morning.
On a broad, flat road with dimly lit streetlights, two SUVs were speeding like a whirlwind. At this moment, however, a chilling streak of light suddenly shone from a distance and accurately hit the tires of the forefront car.
BAM… CREAK—
As the tries exploded and the brakes sounded at the same time, the black buggy in front turned for six or seven times before it finally hit a phone pole on the roadside. The black SUV behind it abruptly stopped after the sudden braking. Wen Feng, who was sitting in the back SUV, pushed the door and vigilantly swept the surrounding with his eyes. It was all quiet, and there was nothing unusual. Then, he shouted, “Check those in the front car and see if anything happened to them!”
“We’re good, Boss!”
Two middle-aged men with a few bloodstains crawled out from the black SUV’s interior in front and quickly went to Wen Feng.
His complexion ugly, Wen Feng asked, “What the fuck happened here? How did such good tires burst all of a sudden?”
“I got no idea, Boss.” The middle-aged man shook his head.
“Well, I’ll explain it to you.”
A clear voice came from the nearby trees on the roadside. The smirking Jin Shi and four Tang Sect experts surrounded the five people.
Wen Feng’s pupils shrunk. He could tell that something was amiss a moment ago, yet he didn’t expect someone to ambush him on the road. He even felt amazed since the entire Liangang City was now under the monitoring of the Darkwind organization, where their men occupied all the key communication lines and traffic, so they could closely monitor suspicious people.
And yet, where did these five bravados come from?
“Who are you?” asked Wen Feng in a heavy voice while shooting a vigilant glare at Jin Shi’s group of five.
“I don’t think you need to know that, right?” Jin Shi let out a faint smile. “Just know that you’re doomed and have no way of escaping today!”
Wen Feng instantly took out the pistol from his waist, unlocking its safety pin and trained it at Jin Shi and pulled the trigger…
Puff…
A cold light flashed and Wen Feng’s fingers couldn’t pull the trigger completely. His wrist had been pierced by a sharp dagger, causing the man to retreat two steps with a groan and disbelief in his eyes. He may use guns, but his strong point was his martial arts.
And yet, he was still too late to react and had his wrist stabbed by a dagger—a situation that caused a chill to ran down his back.
“Who are you?!!”
He asked after looking around yet again but found no other figures in the surroundings.
“I never repeat myself.” Jin Shi sneered. “Our target today is you, Wen Feng, so please make a trip with us! As for the rest, KILL THEM!”
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
The four men behind Jin Shi instantly bolted toward the spots nearby Wen Feng. Their killing movements were like lightning bolts, and they directly killed the four middle-aged men, who had a drastic change in expressions. Even to extent that one of them, who killed a middle-aged man, straightly hit the back of Wen Feng’s head and stunned him directly.
Jin Shi looked around and said, “Tang An, you can have him!”
Tang An’s figure emerged out of thin air a few meters away from Jin Shi. At this moment, she was dragging another dead dog-like man. Should Li Laoshan be here, he’d be able to recognize the man. This person was Guo Tao, who was famous as the illustrious rich businessman in Shaanxi.
BAM…
Tang An threw Guo Tao on the ground and apathetically said, “I don’t need to cover up but will follow you all the way to the hotel where Grand Master is. I’ll directly solve all the Darkwind’s intel operatives on the way there!”
“Are you sure you can pull it off?!” asked Jin Shi with knitted brows.
“Hmph, I’ll never say it if I’m not!” Tang An snorted coldly.
Having said that, she disappeared yet again.
Jin Shi could only look at the spot where she just disappeared with a chilling and cold heart. He was very envious of Tang An’s mysterious skill to appear and disappear just like that. Yet, he also knew that he could never practice this kind of technique.