Chapter 147 — The Long-Awaited...
Years of Heartflutter · Page 404 of 501
Yang Ce peered straight into Ouyang Kanqi's bosom with his special ability, and there, plain as day, he found a small Type 77 pistol hidden against his chest.
Damn it all—Yang Ce dearly wanted to point at that old wreck Ouyang Kanqi and curse him up one side and down the other. "If you're a man, then fight me one-on-one"—as if his tongue wouldn't trip over such a lie.
So he wanted to play with guns, did he? Fine. Having seen through the old man's intent, Yang Ce reached straight into his pocket and drew out that lipstick pistol of Wang Yanqiu's, then shot Ouyang Kanqi squarely through the heart. Ouyang Kanqi's eyes went wide, his throat gave a couple of gurgles, and he collapsed to the ground in unwilling defeat.
"You wanted to play guns with me, so I obliged." Yang Ce casually slipped the lipstick pistol back into his pocket.
Liu Jihao had nearly rolled his eyes to the back of his head. What sort of people were these, to be carrying guns? Sure, Liu Jihao moved in underworld circles himself, but firearms were still far beyond his reach. It was no surprise that Ouyang Kanqi had a gun, since the man headed a killer organization—but Yang Ce had one too?
Liu Jihao cursed inwardly, wishing he could slap himself a few times. Now it was clear that Yang Ce was a ruthless character. What Yang Yanzhou had said that day in the coffee shop had evidently not been empty talk; while this man had been running the streets, Liu Jihao hadn't even known what he himself was doing.
Had he known earlier how formidable Yang Cenbin was, Liu Jihao would never have dared extort him, not even if you beat him to death for it. Wasn't that just gambling with his own life? And the whole Ouyang family was good for nothing, all bluff and bluster—two of them cut down in an instant, and the one left was probably only a matter of time.
Ouyang Junwei had never imagined Yang Ce would actually bring a gun, much less that he would shoot his father dead with a single shot. Ouyang Junwei let out a grief-stricken roar: "Dad!" Then he turned to glare at Yang Ce with hatred, his eyes blazing with fury.
Ouyang Junwei knew this was no time for grief. If he didn't take care of Yang Ce, he likely wouldn't be leaving here today either.
"You're the only one left, you Ouyang Jun-whatever. How do you want to die?" Yang Ce didn't ask Ouyang Junwei what kind of contest he wanted; he asked him straight out how he wished to die. The tone was certainly arrogant, but Yang Ce had the capital to back it up now.
Ouyang Junwei forced down his rage, glared at Yang Ce, and got out a single sentence: "Taekwondo. Dare you?"
"I don't know that stuff. If you insist on a contest, I can only use something else." Yang Ce curled his lip.
"Use whatever you like, but you can't use a gun." That was what Ouyang Junwei had really meant. If Yang Ce used a gun, what was the point of fighting at all? There would be no fight to speak of.
Ouyang Junwei was also clinging to a faint hope: if Yang Ce would let him go, so much the better. He'd gladly play the coward for a while—it was worth it. A gentleman bides his time for revenge; there would be other chances to finish Yang Ce later.
"Fine, have it your way." Yang Ce found it amusing. So this Ouyang Junwei was a coward after all; he'd thought the man had some fight in him. No guns, then—Yang Shouxuan had no intention of using one again anyway.
Wang Yanqiu's lipstick pistol could hold only two bullets. One had been used yesterday, and the remaining one had just been awarded to Ouyang Kanqi. Even if Yang Ce wanted to use it, he'd have to be able to.
"Come on." Ouyang Junwei took off his coat and gestured for Yang Ce to begin.
"I'll say it again: you make the first move. Otherwise, once I move, there'll be nothing left for you," Yang Yanzhou said.
To be continued.
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