Chapter 141 — Old Buffon's Origins
Years of Heartflutter · Page 136 of 214
But while Yang Ce was distracted, the young man in the basketball jersey suddenly pulled a handgun from his pocket and fired in Yang Jue Huan's direction. "Watch out!" Sun Jie had been keeping an eye on the young man's movements. Seeing him suddenly draw a gun, she hurriedly warned Yang Ce.
If this had been the old Yang Ce, he really would have fallen for this guy's trick—even if he wasn't killed, he'd have been crippled. But after those ten days of inhuman training in Europe, Yang Jue Huan's reaction speed had reached an terrifying level. The instant the young man in the basketball jersey drew his gun, Yang Ce shot his hand out and struck the acupoint at the elbow of the young man's left hand.
This acupoint was a common one—almost everyone knew it—but a forceful blow would cause the hand to reflexively open. The young man in the basketball jersey was no exception; the handgun clattered to the floor with a "smack."
However, this young man in the basketball jersey was clearly no pushover. After Yang Ce knocked the gun from his hand, he didn't go for the gun or launch another attack. Instead, he abruptly yanked the chair beside him at Yang Ce, then turned and bolted with the other two. The moment they cleared the coffee shop door, the roar of a car engine came from outside.
Because there were still two women with him, Yang Ce didn't give chase. Who knew if this was a diversion? Looking toward the door, he saw a beat-up Nissan van—couldn't have been more broken if it tried. The three had just gotten in and were pulling the door shut. At the wheel was the very guy who had been drinking coffee with them earlier and left ahead of time.
Watching the van disappear into the distance, Yang Yong Jin couldn't help but fall into thought. This conflict with these people was no coincidence—it now appeared to be premeditated.
The young man in the basketball jersey looked like a dumb hothead, but in truth everything that had just happened had been within his calculations. At this thought, Yang Yong Jin couldn't help but secretly count his blessings.
If not for his quick reflexes, he might well have been a dead man by now. Even if he himself was fine, it would have been terrible if the gun had gone off and hurt Xiao Qing or Sun Jie.
After a brief moment of thought, Yang Ce pieced together the general picture.
These four had come into the coffee shop only after he and Xiao Qing had entered. It seemed this had been planned for a long time. But how they'd followed him here, Yang Ce couldn't figure out—was it a chance encounter, or something else?
After the four came in, they had been biding their time. One of them leaving was to get to the Nissan van at the door and be ready to flee at any moment.
And that person's departure had given the young man in the basketball jersey the perfect opportunity to pick a fight. This seemingly hooligan-like provocation was in fact deliberate on their part.
And that pot of tea flung over was really meant to drag Yang Cen Bin's table into the dispute. Amid the chaos, Yang Jue Huan's attention would be divided, and then they'd draw the gun and finish Yang Ce off.
But why hadn't these people just shot him in the back from the start? Yang Ce was a little puzzled again. Although the four had escaped, Yang Shuo Xuan had no mind to stay any longer. Ignoring the dumbstruck waiter standing there, he casually tossed a hundred yuan on the table, then quickly left the coffee shop with Xiao Qing and Sun Jie.
The handgun on the floor was quietly slipped into Sun Jie's backpack.
Originally, there could have been a fine chance for a threesome, but the mood had been ruined just like that. Xiao Qing was obviously badly shaken, and Yang Ce and Sun Jie comforted her for quite a while.
"Take her back to rest. I'll be going. Call me if anything comes up." Sun Jie helped Xiao Qing into the car, closed the BMW's door, and said.