Chapter 156

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Protagonist:

Chen Yi

The Volvo XC90 holds 80 liters of fuel, which counts as low among luxury SUVs.

But next to the gently flowing gasoline and a burning match, no one would mind that it held little fuel.

The ambulance driver needless to say, floored the accelerator and went down the slope.

The lush green grass could not stop the heavy rubber from crushing it in the slightest.

The black-suited man preparing to curse sat in the carriage, jolted so badly he couldn't finish his words; the national curses stopped automatically halfway through.

He bit his tongue.

The well-trained police uncles reacted very fast, hands covering their gun handles shouting: "Put down the match... no, extinguish it"

The match was put down.

Everyone's eyes rolled along with the rolling of the long-handled match.

Chen Yi ran three steps outward with incomparable speed, then another three steps, then another three steps, and only then did a comfortable and scorching blast wave come from behind, pushing him to jump even farther.

A muffled "thump" explosion sound, accompanied by the little lizard's helpless curses: "So hot, so scalding!"

The one closest to the explosion source was it.

As for Chen Yi, already in the long jump assisted by the shock wave, he leaped over the gentle slope, leaped toward the safe sand pit; this distance, if he participated in a sports meet, breaking the world record would be no problem.

The two police uncles were likewise flipped over; fortunately the armed patrolman was a veteran, though his hand was on the gun handle, the safety was actually not off.

In China, firing a gun, whether official or unofficial, is a matter countless times more troublesome than firing a cannon. Unless absolutely necessary, patrolmen aren't even willing to carry guns.

In this police car, only the one-bar-two-stars had a gun.

The Volvo burned fiercely on the open ground, the mailbox exploded, and the floorboard was pierced through as if hit by a landmine.

This way, whatever Knight Spear evidence, all counts as nonexistent now.

A minibus laboriously climbed up the gentle slope, stopping three to four hundred meters from the scene.

Short sleeves, long sleeves, T-shirts, iron rods, machetes, watermelon knives, bald heads, crew cuts, artistic hairstyles — all impulsive as they got off the minibus.

Some frightened suit-wearing men straightened their backs again.

He fiercely pulled out the infusion tube, threw down the oxygen absorber, rushed out of the car, and ran toward Chen Yi.

The young people on the minibus also identified the target, swarming over all the way.

A "screech" of braking, this time two Ivecos arrived; those getting off were all young men wearing security uniforms or hurdle vests.

The leader carried a fire axe, laughing loudly: "Niu Shao, we came to help you fight."

Niu Shao had already rushed to Chen Yi's side by now.

The watermelon knife short-sleeves were a bit further ahead of him, starting to hack and kill without a word.

It could be seen, these people were his direct lineage.

Niu Shao leisurely took off his black suit, preparing to properly teach a lesson to this blind goods, but when he raised his head, the shouting and killing ahead had already stopped.

His direct lineage subordinates were looking at Chen Yi with expressions of seeing a monster.

Combat Level 2 standard, among a bunch of hoodlums, really is no different from a monster.

Even professionally trained warriors for 10-plus years in Holy Qiao don't necessarily have Body Technique Level 5, let alone Pocket Qi carrying Magic Net Energy.

Chen Yi wasn't prepared to kill, otherwise the eight young men lying on the ground wouldn't just have severed tendons and broken bones, but rivers of blood.

After all, they're young people mixing in society; one-third of the brave ones fell, the rest surrounded but didn't attack, waiting for the boss to speak.

Niu Shao threw his clothes on the ground, anxiously saying: "All go up, hit him."

Since hugging Mitsubishi's thigh, in a few months he went from boss of two streets to the best-playing hoodlum boss in Jiangbei. These direct lineage subordinates were fed good cigarettes and good wine, paid by Japanese-funded enterprises, only raising the big flag without doing work; raise soldiers a thousand days, use them for one moment — the machete and iron rod men hesitated a moment, then began waving blades forward.

They weren't necessarily confident they were stronger than the comrades on the ground, but unable to bear the bitterness of being cut, there's no sweetness of bullying; so-called direct lineage means daring to kill and fight at the critical moment.

The few standing in the back row secretly switched machetes to the left hand, and pulled out spring knives on the right.

Niu Shao's prestige was maximally embodied at this moment.

He laughed proudly, while greeting the security guards running over from the Ivecos, while slowly saying: "Pickup truck driver, I'll tell you a secret today: a good car doesn't necessarily mean wealth, a big gall doesn't necessarily mean fame..."

The words just fell, when Chen Yi's left foot flicked, a brand new watermelon knife landed in his hand, and moreover he immediately crashed toward the right side.

This crash used Pocket Qi, strength strangely great.

A crowd only felt a blur before their eyes, and by their ears came bone-breaking "crack", "crack", "crack" sounds.

At least two arms and one leg snapped from the middle; as for crisp ribs, simply like market spare ribs, divided into who knows how many sections.

Niu Shao's two direct lineage, couldn't even hum a "hmph" before instantly passing into shock.

Chen Yi passed between the two, rolled on the spot, and stood up.

Before the machete iron rod bald men could move, his right hand raised level again, straight and stiff killing back.

A total remaining 20-person human wall, under Chen Yi's hundred-meter sprint speed, couldn't even surround three people before only leaving a trail of arms on the ground, spraying three streaks of bloodstains.

Knight Step Combat Technique is a battlefield combat method, cruel and effective. It doesn't seek to kill enemies, but must reduce enemy mobility and counter capability.

When the blade tip entered along the upper arm's bone gap, Chen Yi then realized, this isn't a real battlefield.

In a thought, he changed stab to chop, no longer severing the opponent's limbs.

Despite this, still enough to make the hoodlums terrified.

Mixing in society, ultimately for money; injured and hospitalized suffering not to mention, and also losing money. So unless absolutely necessary, no one really picks up a machete to fight to the death. Most times, just blustering and inadvertently brawling.

But Chen Yi isn't mixing in society; he learned battlefield survival and enemy-killing combat technique from Holy Knights; even with utmost restraint, killing power still surprising.

In a blink, another seven fell.

At this moment, the bodyguards from the Iveco also arrived, but seeing the ground full of groaning, rolling bodies, no one had any enthusiasm left for beating the few with the many.

Chen Yi moved his arms about, smiling as he looked at the black suits.

It sounds slow when told, but right now, from the explosion until now, it's been less than two minutes.

The knocked-over police uncles had just climbed up from the depression at the bottom of the slope when they saw the lush green grass already stained red with fresh blood.

This time, One Bar Two Stars finally drew his gun, shouting sternly: "No one is allowed to move."

He truly didn't want to draw his gun, truly didn't want to step forward.

So taking advantage of the explosion's opening, he dallied, only coming up after he had fully come to his senses.

But no one could have imagined that in that instant just now, the casualties would actually be this great.

Feeling he couldn't hold the situation, he nervously held up the small revolver on one hand, while urgently calling for backup through the walkie-talkie on the other.

Chen Yi and Niu Shao both stood unmoving.

Chen Yi didn't move because he felt his Pocket Qi could block the small revolver's bullets.

Niu Shao didn't move because he knew the bullets in the revolver were rubber.

One Bar Two Stars might have copper-jacketed live rounds on him, but since arriving, he hadn't had the chance to swap them in yet.

Niu Shao slowly scanned the mess on the ground once, saying with dry mouth and parched tongue: "Which road is your friend mixed up on?"

"Leave the cars, let the people scatter." Chen Yi shook the machete, not answering his question at all.

Niu Shao didn't speak; outside came the sound of braking again, but it was three Buick GL8s, stopping in front of the clubhouse's enclosing wall.

A group of big-waisted, burly men, all in black suits, wireless headsets, carbon fiber batons, clicked their way through the clubhouse's waiting hall, walking toward the burning fairway.

Niu Shao's whole body shivered, as if he had regained confidence, his tone hardening a bit: "Friend, I'm the Director of Security of Mitsubishi Company's Jiangning Branch. Since we've met without fighting, there's no need to keep waving knives and guns. You pay for my car, and this matter is settled."

Seeing Chen Yi's sharp performance of going in and out twice just now, he also had no confidence that these several tens of people could really take him down. Walking the rivers and lakes is nothing but seeking wealth; if his own people's losses are too great, never mind the medical expenses, delaying Mitsubishi Company's business would be the real trouble.

Furthermore, the police uncles have drawn their guns now; regardless of whether the patrol cops use real bullets or fake bullets, if an accident happens, it's still a circle of trouble.

Niu Shao is also a scene person, able to bend and stretch.

He smiled as if nothing had happened, saying: "Brother, we have no grievances or enmity, a moment of hot blood shows we're both hot-blooded men. My 90% new fully imported XC90, you give 1 million, and this matter is finished."

The previous arrogant talk of kneeling and begging for mercy was automatically omitted by him.

Chen Yi laughed twice, lowered the knife handle, letting the blood drops on the machete fall down.

"Niu Shao." The black suits wearing headsets surrounded them.

Niu Shao waved a hand, signaling everyone to stay calm, and said: "I know you also have some connections. I'll accompany you to wait for the police, then decide."

Speaking, a group of people, under his command, lined up properly, waiting for the police with confidence.

Seven or eight police cars with red plates finally arrived.

Chen Yi saw Yan Deputy Director at a glance; before he could speak, Niu Shao's eyes lit up first, he walked forward, smiling respectfully: "Bureau Chief Yan, how come you're here."

Bureau Chief Yan had a leader's demeanor; not knowing the situation, he just "hmm"ed.

Niu Shao hurriedly said: "I'm Xiao Niu. Last year when you went to Mitsubishi Company to inspect work, I accompanied you."

"Oh." Only then did Bureau Chief Yan recognize the person, but his face was stiff, not a trace of a smile to be seen.

Niu Shao followed Bureau Chief Yan, walking all the way to Chen Yi's side, before reacting; his face flushed red instantly.

Bureau Chief Yan seemed not to have seen the bloodstains on the ground at all, asking Chen Yi with warm concern: "Any injuries? Did you bring bodyguards?"

Chen Yi smiled, quietly explaining the cause and course of events.

The man carrying the fire axe had long since thrown his weapon into the burning Volvo bonfire, saying quietly: "Niu Shao, Bureau Chief Yan seems to have a very close relationship with them, what do we do?"

"Find the Internal Affairs Department Head; he can save us."

Niu Shao had just finished speaking when he saw Bureau Chief Yan wave his hand broadly: "Take these triad elements all back to the bureau, interrogate them carefully."