In the SUV, seeing that he couldn't get rid of Qing Chen, he started slowing down.
He got a gun, but Qing Chen didn't.
At a turn, he suddenly rolled down the car window.
Just as the car started turning sideways for the turn, the criminal lifted the muzzle while in the car and accurately pulled the trigger toward Qing Chen!
But the criminal didn't expect that as he started slowing down, Qing Chen pulled out another pistol from his waist and pulled the trigger at the sa ti he did.
Qing Chen had two guns on him!
He deliberately emptied a magazine and threw a gun away to pretend to the leader that he got nothing left.
He was waiting for the criminal leader to slow down and attempt to kill him.
The criminal panicked. He ducked as he took the shot and the muzzle deviated from its position slightly.
His ears went numb as if sothing pierced through them. He could even sll his hair being burnt by the bullet.
As the gunfire burst on the road in the middle of the night, Qing Chen was also wounded.
Even with the decreased accuracy, the bullet still scratched past his shoulder and left a bloody groove on his right shoulder.
Qing Chen lost his balance and fell to the ground. The montum from running caused him to start rolling on the ground.
He pursed his lips and got up again, looking coldly at the car getting further and further away.
To shorten the distance between him and the car, Qing Chen started crossing the forest between the roads on bare feet!
On the mountain road, Qing Chen picked up a rock bigger than his head while running.
Stepping on the branches and stones, the soles of his feet give a chilling pain.
Since a while ago, his clean feet had co ssy. The soles were black and muddy, and the mixture of blood and dirt made it look even more painful.
However, he ignored the branches scratching his face, and the bloody groove on his shoulder.
He also ignored the gravel and branches under his feet.
All he could do was cast off all perceived pain with his ntal will.
He had to make tonight's culprit pay the price.
Qing Chen ran faster and faster.
When passing through the mountains, the world seed to have beco a vast chessboard.
At this mont, he was no longer a chess player, but a fierce pawn who was crossing the Chu River and Han Boarders1The middle dividing line on the Chinese chessboard!
He got nothing but bravery.
The mountain road "chessboard" beca a model in Qing Chen's mind. He carefully calculated his speed and the car's speed.
Pieces of information intertwined in Qing Chen mind.
The next mont, Qing Chen ran wildly to the edge of the high mountain forest, and more than ten ters below was the winding mountain road where the criminal leader would have to drive through. Sweat splashed across the tips of his hair like droplets of crystals.
"Breathe."
"Control."
"Dominate."
He wasn't only a pawn who turn back but also a cannon firing toward the enemies!
He didn't even look at where the SUV was. Instantly, he released the rock in his hand.
The rock was thrown into the air forming a precise parabola aiming toward the road.
It started rolling in the air, and, at the sa ti, it was gaining speed from gravity!
The thug leader's pupil shank.
He slamd the breaks, but it was already too late. It almost looked like the black SUV slamd right into the rock coming from the sky.
With a loud bang, the thug smashed abruptly into the driver's seat, and the SUV lost control while diving into the mountain beside the road.
In the dark, no one noticed the car accident on the winding mountain road.
The leader was sitting quietly in the car. His head was bleeding after bumping into the steering wheel.
He looked hideous.
The hood was twisted irregularly, and there was a screeching sound in the car. Sothing must have leaked sowhere.
His gun was nowhere to be found.
He slamd his shoulder onto the door to get himself out. He was planning to go down the mountain on foot. Without the car, he couldn't take the road anymore, since Kun Lun people would be there before he gets down the hill.
However, he suddenly saw the masked teenager appear at a bend on the winding road.
The drop from where he threw the rock was over ten ters, so he had to co down using the road.
But the leader couldn't understand why the teenager was so determined to co after him even after being wounded in such a state.
The next mont, the teenager gained speed, and he started running again!
The leader was terrified and defeated. He had chanical limbs on him, but he didn't have the courage to start a good fight.
He wanted to run, but after just two steps, he lost his balance and fell to the ground.
The car accident just now seed to have affected his cerebellum, and he couldn't control his balance while walking.
The leader struggled to get up, looking at the teenager who had co before him, he collected all the power he had.
He stood up straight and roared, "Co at ! Don't you want to kill ? Co on!"
The teenager remained silent.
Then, the teenager took out a switchblade and went for the criminal's neck.
The criminal was startled, and his chanical arm quickly crossed in front of him to block.
However, in the blink of an eye, the blade in the teenager's hand has turned in the air, and the sharp blade rubbed past the chanical limb, bringing out a stream of sparks.
The leader of the gangster was inexplicably surprised. It was so fast that he didn't even have ti to react.
The teenager retreated and lowered his waist. The blade then went for the criminal's legs.
This ti, the leader was even faster, the powerful chanical limbs ca before the blade.
As long as he could grab the teenager's wrist and crush it. The victory would be his.
But the criminal saw another change in direction from the blade. Another fake attack!
Just as he was about to grab onto the teenager's wrist, the teenager appeared to his left. It was wide open.
Before he could turn back. The switchblade was firmly nailed into this spleen.
At that mont, the criminal felt that he returned to the battlefield in Southeast Asia, facing a masterful dagger wielder.
From the beginning, he couldn't even get near the teenager's body.
Even when he was hurt and got a mild concussion, this was still unbelievable.
The teenager was like a wind. Impossible to grasp or touch.
But he was able to kill.
The teenager seed to be executing a pre-established plan, and every step was under his expectation.
This was an art.
The teenager pulled out the switchblade and was about to leave.
The criminal felt that his blood was drained from his body.
Looking at the teenager's back, he felt that he was a nobody. The person who killed him didn't even want to waste another second on him.
It turned out that the teenager just wanted to confirm his death, leaving no chance of survival.
"For what?" The criminal asked. he was confused.
Qing Chen thought for a while and said, "I promised others that you will die tonight."
After that, the boy turned around and was about to leave. Suddenly, a phone rang in the criminal's pocket.
The teenager paused and was puzzled.
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1The middle dividing line on the Chinese chessboard
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