Chapter 1802: Nianyin's Treasure Chest 3

He did not want to give up just like that; he still had many things to do and could not die in the darkness before the dawn.

Yulong said angrily, "Why are you being so unreasonable? What, are you treating me like a prisoner? I'm going out today, so what are you going to do about it?"

"If you go out, you're a traitor."

"Bullshit!"

"I think you're the ones who are traitors; you're just jealous because I'm rising too fast."

Yulong made the first move, and the three of them started fighting.

"The boss said, no need to leave survivors if there's resistance." Lao Jiu pulled out a Dagger that flashed with a cold light and stabbed straight at Yulong's heart!

The distance was too close; there was simply no time to dodge.

Yulong took the knife blow head-on, but Lao Jiu discovered that the Dagger felt like it had stabbed into a spring, or perhaps a steel plate; he couldn't describe the feeling, but it definitely hadn't pierced into flesh.

The Dagger was knocked to the ground by a massive rebounding force; Yulong kicked the Dagger away and decisively slapped him a few times.

Then he kicked the effeminate man in the face, and the effeminate man immediately shrieked: "Someone come quick, Zhang Yulong is a traitor, he wants to kill us all!"

It had to be said, this tactic was truly vicious.

Instantly, quite a few thugs rushed out from various bars and charged toward them!

Now was not the time for explanations; run.

Yulong landed on the tips of his toes and tapped heavily three times, and then everyone saw him soar into the air like a flying man, stepping on houses and walking along walls.

If they hadn't seen it with their own eyes, they would have thought they were filming a TV show.

Since when did the boss of Xinlan have such good skills?

No, this wasn't the kind of skill a person should have; at the very least, they had never seen anyone with such good "Lightness Skill," as if there were rocket launchers installed on his feet.

"Bang bang."

Most of the thugs were stunned, but there were also those with quick reactions who opened fire.

"Bang, bang!"

After two gunshots, they missed.

His speed was too fast.

"Chase, chase him quickly."

How could they chase him?

The crowd watched helplessly as Yulong got onto the roof in a few moves, darted across the rooftops like a flying arrow, and then vanished in a flash; even bullets couldn't keep up.

If the bullets couldn't catch up to Zhang Yulong, could they?

They had to chase even if they couldn't catch him, but before they could even give chase, the sound of gunfire had summoned the police.

And it wasn't just one or two police officers, but many!

Police sirens blared, and police cars surrounded Bar Street.

With lightning speed, the police accurately sealed off all the problematic bars, took away many people, and loaded them one by one into police cars.

"Where is the boss of Xinlan? Has anyone seen him?"

"No, the bosses of both Xinlan and Honghai are missing."

The officer with stars on his shoulders frowned tightly and gave the order: "Find him immediately, you must bring the boss of Xinlan back safely; he is one of our own, ensure his safety."

He absolutely must not be harmed; what an excellent young man.

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Yulong jumped down from the roof and saw a car following behind him.

The car belonged to Boss He; he recognized it.

Boss He was ruthless and had great skills, having once been a national Sanda champion; Yulong dared not let his guard down and specifically ran into the alleys.

Cars couldn't enter the alleys, but motorcycles could!

The man surnamed He snatched a motorcycle to chase Yulong; he didn't dare to fire his gun for fear of attracting the police, so he threw throwing darts straight at Yulong's back, hitting the mark every time.

However, he widened his eyes in astonishment.

The darts had struck, but they all fell off.

It was as if the darts he threw were weak and powerless, but he knew that wasn't the case; let alone darts, even the playing cards he threw could pierce through clothes and stick into flesh.

Where had something gone wrong?

The problem wasn't just this; as he chased, he discovered something else was wrong—how could Zhang Yulong run so fast?

His feet seemed to be fitted with springs; it was difficult to catch up even while riding a motorcycle.

To be faster than a motorcycle while running—if he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he absolutely wouldn't have believed it.

Believe it or not, the facts were right in front of him.

The alley finally reached its end.

And at this moment, a river appeared in front; the river was very wide, fully twenty meters across, and there was no bridge nearby. Boss He felt a surge of joy, thinking, what will you do now?

Unless you grow wings, you can't fly across.

If he jumped into the river, that would play right into his hands; Boss He was an excellent swimmer, and in the water, he had no rivals.

But at this moment, something that shocked him happened again.

While running, Zhang Yulong pulled out his belt and whipped it fiercely toward the opposite bank; a thin, long silver light flashed and fixed firmly onto the wall on the other side.

He wrapped this end around a tree trunk twice, and then grabbed the belt and slid across!

What kind of secret weapon was this?

He thought he was knowledgeable enough, but he had never seen such a thing.

It was so thin it was almost invisible, yet it was strong enough to bear the weight of a person!

From far behind came the sound of police sirens; the police were in pursuit!

He gritted his teeth, slammed on the accelerator to charge forward, and used the momentum to leap across as well.

He didn't want to chase Zhang Yulong anymore; he would settle the score later, but for now, escaping with his life was what mattered.

He wanted to escape, but Yulong wouldn't let him have his way; he hadn't expected Yulong to turn around and chase him, and to actually catch up!

Zhang Yulong jumped onto the motorcycle in a few quick moves and tried desperately to pull him off.

"Stop the bike, stop it right now, you can't get away." Yulong tried to make him stop.

"Brother, let me go, I won't treat you badly."

"Who is your brother? I am a police officer!"

When Yulong said these words, he was filled with pride.

"You are looking for death!"

Seeing that he couldn't escape, the man surnamed He revealed his vicious nature; the two rolled off the motorcycle and began to fight.

Something felt wrong about the fight; as it turned out, the two had crossed paths before, and while Yulong was very capable, he wasn't invincible.

Yet now, it was as if he had divine assistance; when his fists struck Zhang Yulong, it was like hitting a steel plate!

But when Zhang Yulong's fists struck him, every blow landed solidly, causing real, intense pain.

It was a two-way pain; both his fists and his body were in agony.

The police had caught up and were getting closer, so he pulled out a gun and fired at Yulong's chest.

He didn't dodge, and of course, at such close range, he couldn't have dodged anyway.

"Bang!" The sound of the gunshot rang out.

A miraculous scene occurred: the bullet hit him but didn't penetrate; instead, it ricocheted and "thwipped" into Boss He's body.

He looked at his wound in disbelief, as if he had seen a ghost.

Impossible.

How could this be possible?

It couldn't be real.

Zhang Yulong's movements were agile; he didn't look like he was wearing a bulletproof vest.

Bulletproof vests are very heavy, like strapping two steel plates to one's body; it was impossible to have such agile movements.

Had he practiced some kind of martial art?

In an instant, he thought of many, many things, but very quickly, he couldn't think anymore.

Blood gushed out, and from excessive blood loss, his brain couldn't process much else.

Yulong was also stunned for a moment at first.

His mother had said this was a bulletproof vest and that it was very effective against a Dagger, but he had never tested its bulletproof capabilities; today was the first time he had used it, and it had saved his life!

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