Chapter 366: Old Man Fan Doesn't Play by the Rules

When the police car lights illuminated the surroundings at the foot of the mountain, Lin Dongfan was lying on the grave mound smoking.

This is a new grave; a young beautiful woman lies in the tomb, but Lin Dongfan has no interest in looking at the name on the tombstone.

The night is dark and windy, police and bandits face off—nothing is more thrilling than this.

"Lu Han, you're already surrounded—drop your weapons at once, don't make pointless resistance!" Director Qi, holding a megaphone, shouted from behind the police car door.

Lu Han hid in front of the black business car's hood, cursing as he ordered his men: "Fuck the Gobi! Since we've come this far, why hesitate? Shoot!"

Han Bing, who had no gun, hid uselessly.

The two bodyguards hesitated not at all—one fired back from the left of the hood, the other from the right.

"Bang! Bang! Bang! ……"

The intense gunfire disturbed who knows how many lonely graves' spirits.

Anyway, the front police car door was shot full of holes; Director Qi, hiding behind the door, was terrified and didn't dare show his head.

The police's return gunfire likewise gave Lu Han and his crew an intense sense of oppression.

But nobody hit anyone.

Wasting bullets.

Lin Dongfan grew more disappointed watching, picked up the megaphone and shouted: "You Lu-surnamed idiot, please try using your brain—like your blind counterfire, once you run out of ammo, where will you flee? In this situation, you should charge up the mountain, grab an eight- or nine-year-old kid as a life-saving charm—with that charm in hand, all gods will retreat."

After he shouted that, the whole world fell into dead silence.

Led by Director Qi, the police were collectively dumbfounded, their minds filling with huge question marks—had Lin Dongfan lost his mind? Actually helping the bandits with advice.

Lu Han also suddenly realized: "Damn, this bastard actually makes sense—charge up the mountain! You guys cover me."

Under the covering fire of the two bodyguards.

Lu Han imagined the scene of going up the mountain: roll on the spot, first roll to behind that big tree, then a few bullets flew over, splintering the bark…

Thinking of that, Lu Han felt a chill—it was a near-death situation.

To be safe.

Lu Han pointed with his gun at a route for Han Bing: "See that tree? You go first, run to behind that big tree, then hurry up the mountain."

"Hmm."

Han Bing's mind was full of thoughts on how to kill Lu Han and redeem himself through merit.

Isn't this opportunity here? Once Lu Han follows me up the mountain and leaves the protection of those two bodyguards, I'll kill him right away.

"Don't shoot, I surrender!"

Han Bing shouted loudly.

At the moment the police ceased fire, Han Bing instantly sprang like an agile wild monkey, crouching and leaping behind the big tree.

By the time the police reacted and opened fire again, although the big tree had its bark shredded by bullets, Han Bing had already escaped the police car lights' illumination and sneaked into the dark grave hill.

Seeing this, Lu Han couldn't help exclaiming: "Damn, that's clever—how didn't I think of that trick……"

Thinking it over, he also felt a bit regretful—this big bluff had already been used by Han Bing; if he copied it, he didn't know whether it could fool the police.

Anyway, desperate times call for desperate measures—if brains fail, courage will make up for it.

After making up his mind, Lu Han first ordered his subordinate bodyguards to stop firing, then took off his white shirt, propped it up with a wooden stick as a white flag, and held it high over his head.

"Don't shoot, I surrender!"

No sooner had the words left his mouth than a bang rang out—the just-raised "white flag" was blasted away.

Lu Han flinched, his hand shrinking back.

Instantly he felt an indescribable heartache, then he bellowed: "Are you sick? Are you a gang of fake cops? I genuinely want to surrender—hand over my guns and not be killed—have you never heard of that?"

"You haven't surrendered your gun either—first throw it out." Director Qi replied via the megaphone.

Lu Han replied: "Watch closely, I'm surrendering my gun." Saying that, he threw the gun in his hand—but not casually to the roadside; he used it like a brick, hurling it hard toward the police car.

Just as the police looked up at the flying gun.

Lu Han rolled on the spot, quickly rolling to behind the roadside big tree; the next second, he seemed to crawl forward while bullets chased him from behind, panicking like a fleeing four-legged beast.

"Oh woe!"

A mournful cry of pain echoed in the graveyard.

Left leg shot.

The more it hurt, the less he dared to stop; Lu Han scrambled madly down the mountain until he left the police car lights' range, then hid in the darkness to gulp a bitter breath: "Damn it, lucky I'm one step ahead—I brought two guns when I left! Once I catch an eight- or nine-year-old kid, watch me toy with you damned lot!"

Under the gloomy night curtain.

Lu Han, feeling his way up the dark mountain, lowered his voice and shouted: "Han Bing, where the hell are you? Come give me a hand—I've been shot in the leg……"

Han Bing, hiding ahead, smiled—smiled like a treacherous traitor.

But Yang Qing up the mountain was furious; he had brought Xu Yue and two kids to feel their way to Lin Dongfan's side, then seized Lin Dongfan and lashed out: "Is your brain kicked by a donkey? Why give Lu-surnamed advice? Teaching bandits to kidnap kids as hostages—do you know what kind of nature that is? You're abetting crime!"

"Second-class merit is already on the way—do you want it or not?" In the darkness, Lin Dongfan's mouth curled with a smile no one could see.

Everyone could only see the cigarette's ember, which suddenly brightened considerably.

This showed that Lin Dongfan was happily puffing away.

Xu Yue spoke softly: "Perhaps Brother Lin has another motive; surely he didn't mean to teach Lu Han how to shake off pursuit."

"Or maybe Teacher Xu is just understanding." Lin Dongfan laughed.

Yang Qing wavered: "About that second-class merit on the way… although it's good, using Teacher Xu and the two orphans as bait—this isn't done properly."

"What's 'proper'? I play by the Way of Heaven." Lin Dongfan casually chuckled: "Heaven pities the humble grass, mankind values the late clear—do you get what the hell this means? Now, Teacher Xu and the two kids are right beside us; with us two protecting them, even if Lu Han shows up, what can he do? It's just walking into a trap."

"If you put it that way, it seems fine."

After saying that, Yang Qing fell into confusion again.

His mind was full of wondering where "Heaven pities the humble grass, mankind values the late clear" came from; the more he thought, the more regrettable it became—having never mastered the Three Hundred Tang Poems, his pretentious space couldn't open.

All he could do was stare longingly as Lin Dongfan showed off on his own.

Yang Qing, feeling depressed, poked Lin Dongfan with the gun barrel: "Get lost, hurry up and take Teacher Xu and the kids to hide in the back, the matter of capturing the second-class merit, I can handle it alone."

"What's there to hide from? Just lie here and watch the show."

Lin Dongfan lay motionless on the mound, not intending to move.

Waiting to finish smoking this cigarette in hand.

Lin Dongfan picked up the loudspeaker again and shouted down the mountain: "Those two idiots down the mountain, your big boss Lu Dasha has already been captured alive by me, do you understand what it means to be wise and talented?"