Chapter 865 — Underestimated
Years of Heartflutter · Page 2 of 2
"Consequences?" Elder Cui laughed. He turned to the Ninth Elder of the Heavenly Elixir Sect beside him and asked mildly, "Do you think two fists are no match for four hands?"
"Four hands? Not four hands—a hundred hands, ten thousand hands, I couldn't care less," the Ninth Elder said arrogantly.
"Nobody move! You're surrounded!"
At that very moment, two enormous black trucks emblazoned with a "racing flag" emblem pulled up at the entrance to the rubbish dump, and no fewer than thirty or forty burly men armed with submachine guns leapt down from them. From the passenger seats of the trucks emerged two men with rocket launchers slung over their shoulders!
These were all Old Lange's men. This time Old Lange had truly resolved to go all in, bringing out even the gang's heavy weapons. Fortunately, this was the outskirts of the city, with few people about, so there should be no trouble.
"So this is your trump card?" Elder Cui's gaze swept disdainfully over the black-clad men. He asked mildly.
By now Chu Pengzhan and Ye Wan'er had also come out of the rubbish heap hand in hand. Seeing that Old Lange's men had arrived, Ye Wan'er's expression shifted slightly!
Though these men all carried weapons and looked formidable, Ye Wan'er knew that such weapons could inflict no great harm on Elder Cui and the Ninth Elder!
"Little Lange, I appreciate your kindness. Now, take your men and leave," Ye Wan'er said. "The Chixiao Sect does not lightly strike at ordinary people!"
"Ye Wan'er, there's no need to provoke me with words. It's true that the Chixiao Sect does not lightly strike at ordinary people, and you may indeed send your friend away. It's just that he doesn't seem to believe it—he's rather arrogant, thinking these weapons can deal with us?" Elder Cui had little interest in killing Little Lange. If it was not necessary, he did not want a conflict with the local gangs.
After all, they still had to board a flight home, and this was their territory. If anything happened to Little Lange, whether they could even board their plane would become a question. They had other ways to leave the country, true, but for now, sparing Little Lange was a trivial matter.
"However fast you are, can you outrun a bullet?" Little Lange really did not quite believe it. "They say in martial arts, only speed is unbreakable—but can you be faster than a bullet?"
"Only speed is unbreakable? You've been watching too many TV dramas, haven't you?" Elder Cui curled his lip disdainfully. "I don't need to be faster than a bullet. Go ahead, shoot me. I won't dodge or block, and it still won't do a thing to me! Ye Wan'er, tell him why!"
"The true qi body-shielding of a Heaven-rank master—ordinary bullets cannot harm them..." Ye Wan'er sighed. "And even if he wanted to dodge, he truly could. His speed... is indeed faster than a bullet!"
"Ah?" Little Lange was stunned. He had not expected the enemy to be so powerful. It seemed he really had underestimated the man before him!