Soul Patch

Chapter 233 A Complete Set

The car had now turned onto a secluded side road with no streetlights and no pedestrians.

Apart from the headlights illuminating the road a few meters ahead, there was only oppressive darkness.

This external environment gave Wenjie a psychological suggestion that he was getting closer and closer to the truth.

He glanced at the driver beside him. The man next to him had a solemn expression, which seemed to grow stronger as the car drove deeper into the alley.

An eerie and chilling atmosphere filled the car. Wenjie coughed, and the sudden noise made the driver, who was concentrating on driving, slam on the brakes.

boom!
boom!
Wenjie and the driver were thrown forward by inertia and then slammed back into their seats.

"Are you nervous?" Wenjie asked.

"..."

The other person didn't say anything, but stepped on the gas again, and the car started to accelerate.

Looking into the darkness, the black shadows of trees on both sides of the car window kept receding, while small flying insects fluttered up and down in the light of the car headlights.

Wenjie steadied himself, reached into his pocket where he found a dagger. He had picked it up when he kicked the dagger away from the woman in the private room, as it had landed nearby.

He pulled out the dagger, which surprisingly carried a faint scent of perfume, causing him to frown.

He ignored the driver and turned on the passenger-side light, illuminating the interior of the car.

The driver gave him a cold look, glanced at the dagger in his hand, and tightened his grip on the steering wheel.

He squinted his eyes, trying to block out the light inside the car, and drove carefully on his way.

Under the lamplight, Wenjie played with the dagger in his hand. At that moment, a dent at the tip of the dagger's hilt caught his attention.

He adjusted the dagger handle and carefully examined the dent.

It's an engraved letter Z.

Does every dagger have one?
Or does each man in black have an English code name?
Wenjie looked at the letter Z and felt a sudden ache in his teeth. If you start from A and go up to Z, wouldn't that mean there are at least 26 assassins in black?

One person was eliminated in the system, and one person was eliminated from Zhang Zhipeng's family... which means there are 24 people left.

Wenjie stroked his chin, lost in thought, and his expression began to turn serious.

"Regretting getting on the bus?" the man next to him glanced at him and asked.

"No, I was just thinking that the place you're taking me to might be the place I want to go."

"How can you be so confident?" the other person asked, surprised.

Rather than passively waiting for them to come to us time and time again, it's better to confront them face to face.

Moreover, that group of people didn't seem to be well-trained assassins; they came on strong but were taken down in no time.

These thoughts flashed through Wenjie's mind one by one. He raised the dagger and brandished it at the driver:

“You know what a dagger with this mark looks like,” Wenjie said with certainty, as if he were not asking a question.

"I only saw you holding a dagger, what symbol are you talking about?"

“The SOUL logo, it’s this one…” Wenjie said, pointing to the mark on the dagger.

The driver actually slowed down, glanced at the location of the dagger, and nodded.

"I've seen it..."

"where is it?"

"here!"

As the driver said this, he pulled a dagger from under the seat and stabbed Wenjie.

The two were very close, which made it difficult for Wenjie to use his martial arts skills effectively. He instinctively swung the dagger in his hand to block.

The two sharp blades collided, producing a crisp metallic sound.

The two simultaneously dodged backward.

Taking this opportunity, Wenjie pulled the car door handle, and as expected, the door was locked.

Perhaps that's why the driver took the long and winding road!

There must be a sheer cliff or a deep construction pit ahead. If the car falls down, it will either be fatal or seriously injured.

The driver revealed his true colors at this point because... he had successfully driven to his destination according to the pre-set route.

While Wenjie was fiddling with the door lock, the driver jumped out of the car window.

After rolling around in the weeds a few times, it quickly ran back to the path it had come from.

A black Audi was parked on the side road.

He ran over quickly, opened the car door, and got in: "Let's drive!"

The driver turned around; it was a female driver. She was strikingly beautiful, with an oval face and alluring eyes, looking quite seductive.

The woman snorted and asked somewhat indifferently, "Resolved?"

"Of course, I'm still better than you!" The man in the darkness revealed a smug look.

The woman was disdainful; she simply couldn't believe that the clumsy guy who barged in with his key card had actually taken care of that troublesome fellow.

Even though I tried my best, I still got beaten badly.

In terms of basic physical fitness, this sleazy man is probably not even as good as me.

Thinking of this, she asked disdainfully, "What level is your basic skill?"

"You drive first. Why are you discussing this in the middle of nowhere?" The man said, licking his lips and laughing, "Oh, you're just feeling resentful!"

The woman bit her lip in resentment, remaining silent. She felt this sleazy man was unworthy of being associated with them; the way he stared at her from the doorway made her want to vomit.

He acted like he'd never seen a woman before, and shamelessly asked her for her WeChat.

The woman started the car angrily.

Just as she was about to turn the steering wheel, a large rock shattered the window on her left.

With a loud crash, she quickly closed her eyes and covered her face.

Glass shards flew towards her with a clatter, cutting her arm and forehead in multiple ways, drawing blood.

She jumped out of the car and gritted her teeth at the lewd man in the back seat, saying, "Yeah, you took care of it! You did a great job!"

After saying that, he started fighting with the young figure outside the car.

The man sitting in the back seat looked in astonishment at the two people with their legs facing each other in the darkness, wondering how... how they were still alive when he clearly saw his car plunge off the cliff by the roadside.

Now he was in a rather awkward position. His basic physical abilities, especially his combat skills, had not been enhanced by the system, so when he got off the vehicle and joined the battle, he was just a scapegoat.

As soon as he slashed open the door to the private room, he saw two people fighting to the death, and then he saw the dagger on the ground. He instantly understood that the man in the room was their target.

Being a reporter for an entertainment news agency was not only his profession, but also a cover for concealing his true identity.

In the brothels he frequented, he absolutely could not reveal his identity in front of his colleagues.

So he dismissed his assistant and followed the slender figure at the second-floor window to the end of the corridor.

He revealed his dagger, along with the code name H on the back of it.

The woman was speechless. She never expected that this stinky reporter who always frequented the Immortal Pavilion was also a fellow journalist. She sneered, "Then go and kill him!"

“No problem!” he replied readily.

He watched as the woman beside the car gradually shifted from offense to defense, until finally, it seemed she could no longer hold out. She had to use the car and the trees beside her to dodge the young man's rain of punches and kicks.

"Are you dead?!" The woman frowned and shouted at him.

"Yeah, just pretend I'm dead!" Old Jia got into the car, started the engine, and prepared to jump away.

Wenjie glanced at the woman who was being beaten and unable to fight back, then at the greasy man in the driver's seat. He stopped punching and headed towards the car.

At this moment, Lao Jia had already started the car, and it sped towards Wenjie like a madman.

Wenjie picked up a large rock and smashed it against the windshield of the car.

With a bang, the large rock pierced through the glass at incredible speed and struck Old Jia, who was in the driver's seat, squarely.

Old Jia was hit in the chest by a large rock, and the car went out of control, heading straight for Wenjie.

Wenjie dodged into the bushes beside him, avoiding being hit by the car.

The car plunged down the cliff beside the road without stopping.

Watching the car plummet, Wenjie sneered, thinking to himself: This is what you call reaping what you sow.

He sat on the ground, hugging his knees and breathing softly to warm them.

When he jumped out of the car window, his knees were already scraped, and now, as he rubbed against the ground, they felt a burning pain.

When he limped to his feet, he discovered that the woman had escaped in the chaos.

Without a car, where could she run to?
They definitely can't go very far.

Wenjie looked around and got a general idea of ​​the surrounding road conditions before walking down the path.

I took out my phone and checked my location.

It turned out that this secluded path was not far from the Immortal Pavilion. A thought suddenly occurred to him: perhaps that woman had escaped back to the Immortal Pavilion!
He started running back faster and encountered an old man riding an electric bike on the way.

Wenjie exchanged his car for a red bill, thanked him profusely, and then asked, "Why did you come to such a remote place so late?"

"Hehe, this is the third electric vehicle I've sold!" The old man scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly.

"Moreover, one of these cars costs as much as three other cars!" Wenjie added.

I have to say, this old man is quite a talent.

"Grandpa, did you see a woman walking that way?" Wenjie pointed in the direction of the Immortal Pavilion.

The old man rubbed his hands together and stretched out his palms toward Wenjie.

Wenjie had no choice but to take out a few more red bills and put them in his hand.

"Not enough!"

Wenjie was surprised. He had only asked one question, so why was he haggling over the price?
However, seeing the old man's ambiguous smile, Wenjie suddenly realized, "She also gave you so much money, so you promised to keep it a secret?"

The old man had a serene expression on his face, appearing calm and composed like a hermit.

"Did you sell her the second electric scooter?" Wenjie asked, his mind racing.

The old man still held out his palm, looking at Wenjie with a half-smile.

If he didn't want to talk about it, that was fine; he wouldn't ask anymore. Wenjie thanked the old man, got on his electric bike, and continued on his way.

After Wenjie walked away, the old man walked to the weeds by the roadside, parted the weeds, and a hole was revealed.

He called out into the room, "Come out, the person is gone."

A series of echoing footsteps approached, and soon the woman, who had just been beaten to a pulp, staggered out of the cave entrance.

The woman lowered her eyes and respectfully said to the old man, "I'm sorry, Elder Luo, I failed several times."

The old man, referred to as Elder Luo, put his hands behind his back, narrowed his eyes, and smiled inscrutably.

(End of this chapter)