Chapter 180: Terrifying — Far Too Gentle
The tattooed gang leader suddenly burst into loud laughter, wearing a fearless expression as he shouted at the black-clad gunmen not far away, “Shoot! Go on, shoot! Gunfire this dense will draw the police in no time. When that happens, none of us are getting out of here!”
The two gunmen carried small pistols with a total of only sixteen bullets. There were nearly forty people here, and eight shots had already been fired.
Continuing the standoff wasn’t an option, but charging in head-on was even less viable. The other side had close to forty men, all armed with machetes. No matter how skilled the two gunmen were, bare-handed combat would at best allow one man to take on five opponents—there was no way they could handle ten each.
At that moment, Nan Xun suddenly shouted, “Shoot!” and rushed forward at full speed toward the people ahead.
Even with machetes raised in front of him, he didn’t hesitate in the slightest, fully trusting the professional instincts of the two gunmen.
Bang, bang, bang—several gunshots rang out in succession. A gap was blown open in the encirclement ahead, and Nan Xun stepped over bodies as he sprinted out of the siege.
Nan Xun’s actions completely enraged the Green Tiger Gang. They roared as they surged forward, determined to hack the group to pieces!
The bullets were gone. Nan Xun ran at the fastest speed of his life. One gunman had already driven the car over, while the other stayed behind to cover Nan Xun’s retreat.
Just as they were about to get into the car, the Green Tiger Gang members behind them suddenly went berserk, hurling all the machetes in their hands toward them.
A rain of blades fell from the sky.
Nan Xun’s eyes flew wide open as countless sharp weapons hurtled toward him. There was nowhere to dodge.
One gunman stepped in front of him without hesitation, forcefully shoving Nan Xun into the car. He himself was struck by several blades, and the tattooed boss’s machete plunged straight into his back—delivering a fatal blow.
He never made it into the car. He collapsed just one step away from the door.
Nan Xun watched him fall with his own eyes. His eyes turned red, but he still shouted to the other man, “Go! Leave now! This debt will be repaid someday!”
The remaining gunman took one last deep look at his fallen brother, then decisively drove off.
Nan Xun stared straight ahead, expressionless.
Little Eight said worriedly, “Your leg is injured.”
Nan Xun replied coldly, “I’m not dead yet.”
His right leg trembled slightly. Even with someone shielding him earlier, his thigh had still been slashed by a machete. Blood was flowing down his leg, soaking his entire pant leg in no time.
They thought they were finally safe—but suddenly, a large van chased after them from behind and slammed viciously into their direction.
Nan Xun’s head crashed into something hard, and he blacked out. In his hazy consciousness, he once again heard Little Eight’s shrill screaming…
When Nan Xun woke up, he was already back at Yan Luo’s villa. His head was bandaged, and his right leg was wrapped up like a zongzi.
Someone was sitting by the bed, staring at him without blinking.
That gaze was dark and deep, impossible to read. When Nan Xun looked over, the man froze. The darkness in his eyes vanished, as if he’d finally let out a breath, and his gaze softened again.
“Xiao Bai, you’re finally awake.”
Yan Luo helped Nan Xun sit up.
“Brother, are Manman and that big brother okay?” Nan Xun asked.
At the mention of Manman, Yan Luo’s expression twisted briefly with ferocity. He smiled and rubbed Nan Xun’s head. “They’re fine. Everyone’s alive. Xiao Bai, are you hungry?”
Nan Xun licked his dry lips and nodded. “I want some porridge.”
Yan Luo pinched his nose indulgently. “It’s already prepared. Kept warm the whole time.”
He called toward the door, and a servant immediately brought in the porridge.
When Nan Xun saw Yan Luo take the bowl and personally feed him, he nearly straightened his back in shock. He knew his brother could be gentle sometimes—but this was way too gentle!
Nan Xun nervously finished the bowl, then yawned heavily. “Brother, I’m tired. I want to sleep for a bit.”
Yan Luo tucked in the blankets for him and said softly, “Rest, Xiao Bai. I happen to have something to take care of.”
As he turned away, Yan Luo’s expression had already become cold and sinister beyond measure. Thankfully, Nan Xun didn’t see it—otherwise, he would’ve been scared to death.
As soon as Yan Luo left, Little Eight started sobbing. “That was so dangerous! You almost died yesterday!”
“Yesterday?” Nan Xun asked in surprise. “I’ve been unconscious for a whole day?”
“Yes! Yesterday the Green Tiger Gang rammed your car from behind. You passed out immediately. That gunman reacted fast and protected his head with his hands. He sped the whole way back—the car was smoking from the rear. Just when it was about to break down completely, Yan Luo showed up with his men. He killed everyone on sight. His eyes were blood-red from killing. You didn’t see it—it was no different from the real King of Hell. I swear, I thought I was witnessing a slaughterhouse.”
Nan Xun had a vivid imagination. After hearing Little Eight’s description, brutal scenes instantly formed in his mind, making him shiver.
Little Eight added quietly, “The big boss didn’t eat or drink for an entire day while guarding you.”
Nan Xun froze, then unconsciously looked toward the door. A trace of softness crept into his brows and eyes.
“Oh, right. The big boss’s corruption value increased by 15 points. It’s now at 80.”
Nan Xun: …
*
Yan Man crouched in a corner of the living room, her eyes swollen and red. She hugged her trembling body tightly, holding back her sobs for a long time before she managed not to cry aloud.
She had woken up yesterday inside a violently jolting car. She saw Su Mobai in the front passenger seat—his head was bleeding, his eyes tightly shut, his face pale, as if he were already dead.
Yan Man’s breathing stalled.
She saw the Green Tiger Gang thugs chasing relentlessly behind them, and Ah Hei still speeding despite being injured. Putting everything together, how could she not understand what was happening? She burst into tears, not daring to look at Su Mobai’s death-like appearance.
That heart-pounding escape felt like it lasted forever—until her brother personally arrived with his men.
Terrified, she got out of the car and ran toward him, wanting comfort. Instead, her brother shoved her to the ground and strode forward, lifting Su Mobai from the passenger seat.
Then, after seeing Su Mobai barely clinging to life, her brother went mad.
He truly went mad.
She had never seen her brother like that. Even though she’d heard countless terrifying stories of his fights from others before, none of them compared to what happened yesterday.
Bodies littered the ground, hacked into bloody pulp by machetes. The van, the thugs hiding in the abandoned factory—not a single one was spared. All of them were slaughtered by him alone.
None of the accompanying gunmen dared step forward. Yan Luo looked like he had completely lost himself to bloodlust—there was no guarantee he wouldn’t strike his own people.
Yan Man no longer remembered how she got back. She didn’t dare look at her brother even once.
She was afraid.
Was that really her brother?
It was too terrifying.
