Chapter 315: Gunfire Under the Bright Sun (A Request for More Updates)

"Stop!"

Qin Yun, who had been about to start the car, immediately released his hand from the key.

Scarlett's two bodyguards stepped forward two paces, shielding Scarlett and Emily, while simultaneously gripping their waists, faces grim.

The group of armed youths totaled five, looking slack and casual, dragging flip-flops as they shuffled toward the group, seemingly oblivious to the bulges at the waist of the two bodyguards.

"Joel, this white woman is gorgeous."

A young man in a green shirt beside the leader stared fixedly at Scarlett, saliva nearly dripping from his mouth.

"Isaac, your taste is always good, hahaha." Joel laughed, stopping four or five meters away from them.

"What do you want?"

Ma Kusi's expression was stern, not daring to relax for an instant.

"Seeing this beautiful girl, we just wanted to get to know her. It's almost lunchtime—I'll treat you to a meal. I know this area well; I'll take you."

"Sorry, we've already eaten. No need, thank you."

Joel smiled: "That's a shame. May I have the honor of knowing this lady's name? We're in a foreign land—let's get acquainted."

Scarlett looked up at them, having now recovered from the emotional disturbance caused by Qin Yun.

Looking at these armed black youths, Scarlett's eyes revealed undisguised revulsion.

"Ma Kusi, let's go."

Saying this, Scarlett turned and walked toward the car.

Ma Kusi kept his eyes locked on Joel and the others, slowly backing away, afraid the black youths might raise their guns.

"Beautiful lady, let's get to know each other—we're all good young men from Kenya."

Scarlett shot him a disgusted glance and couldn't help blurting out: "Get lost!"

"No good!"

Hearing Scarlett's words, Ma Kusi and the other bodyguard Kevin instantly realized trouble was coming.

Immediately, the Kenyan black youths raised their AKs straight at the group.

"I didn't hear you clearly. Could you repeat that?"

Seeing the gun barrels aimed at them, Scarlett's face changed slightly; she instantly regretted her earlier words.

"Sorry, our young lady is in a bad mood—not aimed at you. I apologize. We have urgent matters to attend to. Truly sorry."

Ma Kusi gave Scarlett a glance, signaling her to get in the car immediately, while adopting a submissive posture.

Joel, Isaac, and the others watched them get into the car, making no aggressive move.

But just as the car started, preparing to leave the rest area, Joel's gun fired.

"Bang—!"

The loud sound echoed clearly throughout the rest area, followed by a hiss—the front left tire of the Chevrolet burst.

Ma Kusi's face instantly darkened.

"Kevin, prepare for combat."

Telling Kevin in the passenger seat, Ma Kusi turned to the backseat: "Third Miss, Emily, don't get out."

Meanwhile, inside the Corolla, Qin Yun watched the entire scene unfold, silently shaking his head.

Honestly, if you don't court death, you won't die—just showing off your mouth, didn't you see the weapons on these guys? Or did you think they wouldn't shoot?

Qin Yun was speechless, exasperated by Scarlett's stupidity.

He'd figured it out—this Scarlett Mellon was probably a spoiled brat; just from her daring to bring a snake into his room alone, you could tell. Her bizarre antics left one speechless.

The armed Kenyan youths, at their leader's signal, quickly scattered, surrounding the Chevrolet in a circle.

"We only wanted to get to know you. Why speak so harshly, miss?" Joel looked slack, yet spoke with surprising politeness.

"Bang!"

Another gunshot—the rear tire of the Chevrolet also burst.

"Get out!" Joel's expression turned vicious, "Or next shot won't be the tires."

"Don't shoot! Don't shoot!"

Ma Kusi opened the car door and stepped out, hands raised.

"Make that bitch get out. Now."

Joel pointed his AK at Ma Kusi, speaking with menace.

Ma Kusi turned his head, pretending to call out, but in the next instant, his left hand instantly drew his gun and fired three shots straight at Joel's chest, then sidestepped to evade the bullets.

"Ah…"

Joel couldn't dodge in time—two of the three bullets struck his right chest, blood spraying; he staggered and collapsed to the ground.

Seeing this, the other armed youths immediately opened fire.

Gunfire erupted—under the bright daylight, both sides were now exchanging direct fire.

The Chevrolet immediately suffered—dents appeared on the doors and windows.

Soon, even the bulletproof glass couldn't withstand the continuous AK fire; with a loud "Boom—," the glass shattered completely.

Scarlett and Emily, hiding inside the car, screamed at once.

Kevin in the passenger seat also exited the car and returned fire.

They were professionals; after enduring the initial barrage, their coordination allowed them to wound three more, and the last one barely escaped by diving into a store.

Ma Kusi quickly moved forward, disarming all four men, then sighed in relief.

"Kevin, handle that one."

He gave an order, then hurried back to the car: "Miss, Emily, are you alright?"

"N…no."

Scarlett was dazed, even slow to react.

"Bang—!"

Soon, a gunshot echoed from the store, and shortly after, the last man was dragged out by Kevin.

After checking, all five had no life-threatening injuries; even Joel, the worst hurt, had only suffered a lung lobe wound on his left chest.

At the entrances of each shop in this rest area, heads poked out, curiously observing—none showed the slightest fear of what had just happened.

As if they'd seen it all before!

"Emily, are you alright?"

Qin Yun started the car and drove slowly over to the Chevrolet.

Emily stepped out, shaking off shards of glass, her face pale: "Qin… Qin, I'm fine."

"Oh, good to hear."

Qin Yun smiled: "Then I'm off—take care of yourself."

He was about to press the accelerator and leave, but Ma Kusi suddenly stepped forward, blocking the car.

"Wait!"

Ma Kusi glanced at their car and chuckled bitterly: "Mr., could you possibly take us along?"

Qin Yun raised an eyebrow and pointed at the groaning men on the ground: "You're just going to abandon them?"

"They fired first—I acted in self-defense. Isn't it better to leave them alone?"

Qin Yun shrugged: "Your choice. I'll take you—but ten thousand dollars each."

"You're robbing us!"

Scarlett, who had once considered five million dollars trivial for a spot in Qin Yun's livestream, now widened her eyes in disbelief.

Qin Yun laughed: "Robbery doesn't pay this fast, Young Lady. Are you getting in or not? If not, I'm leaving. You could ask locals where to get your car fixed—it'll cost a few bucks."

Scarlett was furious, gritting her teeth: "Fine—I'll pay. Give me your account!"

Qin Yun didn't hesitate—he rattled off a string of numbers.

Scarlett pulled out her phone and immediately transferred forty thousand dollars to Qin Yun: "Done. Transfer successful."

Qin Yun quickly received a bank app notification; he opened it and saw the funds had arrived.

Emily stared in shock—one dared to demand, the other dared to pay. Only Scarlett could do this—any ordinary person, stranded in a foreign land, couldn't pull off a real-time transfer like this.

"Received. Gentlemen, please get in—the car is leaving now."

Kevin and Ma Kusi exchanged glances, tempted to steal the car—they'd already fired guns, so why fear stealing a vehicle?

But seeing Qin Yun's calm demeanor, an inexplicable unease gripped them—they couldn't bring themselves to act.

Five minutes later…

Inside the Corolla, Ma Kusi, Kevin, and Scarlett squeezed into the back seat; Emily sat in the front passenger seat. The car slowly headed toward the A3 exit and the I-75 entrance.

"I paid for this—why can't I even choose my seat?"

Qin Yun shrugged: "Final interpretation rests with me. The front seat costs more—you paid ten thousand, so you sit in back. As for Emily, she's my friend—friendship is priceless."

"…."

Scarlett was livid.

"By the way, the tank's nearly empty—we'll need gas soon. Be ready with the fuel money."

"How much?"

"Not much—ten thousand dollars!"

"Qin, you're going too far."

"Then we'll just break down."

"I… pay…"

A free ride netting fifty thousand dollars? Not bad. Qin Yun felt pleased—consider it interest from the Mellon family.

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