Dragon Clan: Force me to be reborn and slay dragons

Chapter 320 Nine-out-of-ten chances of survival or ten-out-of-ten chances of death, which to choose?

"You're so stupid, you shouldn't have been the older sister in the first place."

With a loud crash from a car rear-end collision, Shao Nanyin swiftly protected Shao Nanqin's neck with her left hand, while simultaneously prying out a miniature listening device from the seat gap and under the center console with her right hand. She then crushed the device into powder with her fingers, and metal fragments fell from between her fingers.

Shao Nanqin gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, the inertia nearly causing her forehead to hit the Maserati's trident emblem. She quickly steadied her breathing, her peripheral vision catching sight of the remaining electronic components in her sister's hand. She breathed a sigh of relief, but then lowered her voice in a defiant tone:

"Where did I go wrong? Didn't my act just now look convincing?!"

She had just thought through all the sad things in her life before she cried so bitterly, and she even fooled Cheng Shuangfan.

"Cheng Shuangfan can act with me, and he can act with you too. He won't believe you." Shao Nanyin curled her lip, tossed the broken evidence aside, then unbuckled their seatbelts. Her slender arms unleashed astonishing strength as she lifted her still somewhat shaken sister like a kitten and tossed her into the back seat.

"However, their only target is me, so they probably won't make things difficult for you."

Shao Nanqin slumped in the back seat and adjusted her posture. She had just seen her sister hiding a kitchen knife in her arms. She had just used it to chop chicken today, but Shao Nanyin was planning to use it to chop people, to chop those who wanted to hunt her down.

"What are you planning to do? Just fight them with this thing? They're definitely carrying guns..."

The leather seats creaked under the strain as Shao Nanqin's curvaceous body slid to the driver's seat and restarted the car: "Don't underestimate me. I once rebelled against the time traveler Wang Mang and was chased for dozens of miles by the chosen one of the plane, Liu Xiu, leading a large army. In the end, I survived the bloodbath in Baidi City, where the sky darkened and rivers of blood flowed."

“But Cheng Shuangfan said you’re a complete novice.” Shao Nanqin suspected her sister was putting on a brave face. “If they dare to come and arrest you, they must have laid a trap. Even if you had a gun, you might not be able to break through.”

Shao Nanyin shifted gears, reversed, and then swerved the steering wheel, preparing to flee the scene of the accident: "It's because I'm weak that I've survived until now; the strong individuals have all been killed."

Low-ranking dragons are merely expendable resources in war; she is just one of countless cannon fodder, and her survival until now is purely due to her survival instincts.

“If there’s no way to escape later, just take me hostage and tie me up. They’ll definitely be hesitant to act.” Shao Nanqin was helping to come up with a plan when she suddenly saw a handsome young man get out of a Maybach in front of her, carrying a strip of black cloth wrapped in his hand. Her eyes widened in shock.

Shao Nanyin hadn't even considered how to deal with the driver who had been rear-ended. Her eyes fell on the rearview mirror to confirm that there was still some distance between the car behind her, and she prepared to speed away.

Before she could reply, she felt a chilling sense of crisis, as if death had drawn its scythe and was holding it to her neck.

She looked up and was surprised to see a somewhat familiar-looking, expressionless-faced boy getting off the bus.

She was one of the young couples who sat behind her and Cheng Shuangfan in the movie theater.

He strode closer, carrying a Maybach-style long-handled umbrella. As he walked, the lines of his muscles were faintly visible beneath his shirt. Shao Nanyin could sense the murderous aura emanating from him; he was definitely a combatant who had undergone rigorous training and life-or-death battles.

Alarm bells rang in Shao Nanyin's mind. She knew this was definitely a mixed-race member of the Secret Party. She suddenly honked the horn, and amidst the deafening roar, she floored the accelerator. The Maserati shot off like an arrow.

"You know my identity and you still helped me?" Shao Nanyin suddenly asked, the car shaking violently as the wheels rolled over the speed bumps. "In your human terms, this is considered treason, and you'll be called a traitor."

Shao Nanqin gripped the roof railing tightly, gritting her teeth as the car swayed, and said, "I was abandoned by someone, but you've always been by my side. You're all I have left."

Having relied on each other for twenty-three years, she had long been accustomed to Shao Nanyin's presence.

Countless efforts, even a stone held deep in one's heart, should have warmed up by now.

Shao Nanqin couldn't stand being in a world without her younger sister for even a minute.

Although they hadn't sworn a blood oath or a brotherhood in the Peach Garden, even if they died, the two sisters would die together.

She glanced at the navigation map on her phone holder, then at the streetlights obscured by dense trees ahead, her eyes flickering slightly, and said in her local dialect:
"Nanyin, I have a plan that might work."

"If I can't do anything, what can you do?"

"Trying it is a nine-out-of-ten chance of death, not trying it is a ten-out-of-ten chance of death!"

"..."

Chu Zihang, carrying the village rain umbrella disguised as an umbrella, pretended to be angry and cursed a couple of times under the watchful eyes of the surrounding car owners, who were half pitying and half watching the show. He then turned around, got back into his car, and started the car to give chase.

He had already memorized the map of the area and knew that the road the Maserati turned onto led to the city center park, where there were large areas of greenery and citizens gathered. The dragons might be trying to use this to confuse the situation.

However, just as they started moving and turned on their turn signals, a red Mazda crashed into them from the side and behind. Chu Zihang reflexively slammed on the brakes. The Maybach's collision avoidance system activated instantly, and the seatbelts secured both of them firmly to their seats.

However, Xia Mi, who was in the passenger seat, cried out and bumped her head on the car door.

"Are you alright?" Chu Zihang was about to check on Xia Mi's condition when the car suddenly shook violently, a crisp metallic cracking sound came from the chassis, the entire car tilted to the right, and the axle inexplicably broke at low speed without any collision.

Simply outrageous.

Xia Mi rubbed her head and looked up, her expression pitiful and innocent, with a hint of panic: "Senior brother, I'm fine, but your car seems to be in trouble."

"..." Chu Zihang remained silent and quietly pulled the car over to the side of the road.

"People say that only those who drive Mazdas are late. Senior brother, you shouldn't have let us pass. Your bad luck has landed on our car." Xia Mi comforted him, half seriously and half comfortingly.

Chu Zihang silently unbuckled his seatbelt. Outside the car window, a white Honda was parked precisely to the side, its rear door unlocking automatically.

Chu Zihang pushed open the door and went out, giving Xia Mi some instructions:
"You watch the car for me, I'll be right back."

Before Xia Mi could even speak, she saw Chu Zihang dart into the back seat of the Honda like a cheetah, his speed even faster than the Sea King. Then, Cheng Shuangfan in the driver's seat nodded and smiled at her, her face still showing the composure of having everything under control.

The white Honda sped away, leaving Xia Mi standing there rubbing her head.

Watching Chu Zihang and Cheng Shuangfan leave, Xia Mi lowered her hand, her fair and smooth forehead showing no trace of the redness from the bump.

She sat back down, her eyes expressionless.

Although they were all like sisters, this was all she could do to help.

As for the rest, good luck to you.

In the distance, Cheng Shuangfan, who was in hot pursuit, calmly directed the operation over the communication channel: "Attention all units, the target is fleeing towards the Riverside Park."

"Team B is in position, over!" After putting down the walkie-talkie, a black shadow suddenly flew out of the Maserati in front, streaking through the air for a hundred meters and accurately hitting the windshield of the white Honda.

Cheng Shuangfan instinctively tried to turn the steering wheel to dodge, but when she saw that it was a kitchen knife flying towards her, her pupils shrank, her golden vertical pupils burned in the shadows, and she chanted softly.

He yanked the handbrake and swerved the steering wheel, and the white Honda completed a near-perfect drift with a screeching sound. The tires left charred arcs on the road. Then he reached out the window and grabbed the spinning kitchen knife that was hurtling towards him.

"Whoosh—!!!"

The cleaver paused for a second in Cheng Shuangfan's hand before he casually tossed it away, sending it flying back the way it came in a manner that defied the law of universal gravitation, even faster than before.

In the distance, inside the Maserati that had already pulled away quite a distance, almost leaving the pursuers so far that their taillights were no longer visible, Shao Nanyin suddenly heard a piercing shriek. Her golden eyes glanced sideways and saw that the cleaver that had been thrown out had returned like a swallow returning to its nest.

She tried to evade him by slithering around, but the cleaver seemed to have an auto-aiming lock-on, piercing the hood with perfect accuracy, leaving only the handle sticking out.

Shao Nanyin knew this was Cheng Shuangfan's warning, so she didn't do anything else. She just accelerated again, and the Maserati's superior performance was enough to leave the white Honda far behind.

When the white Honda caught up with the Maserati, the latter had already stopped near the riverside park. There was no one in the car, but the luggage was still there.

Cheng Shuangfan simply asked in a low voice and quickly learned the location of the target.

He just planted a tracker in Shao Nanqin's phone, so neither of them could have escaped from the beginning.

However, when the two followed the signal all the way to the red dot location, they found that Shao Nanqin's coat was being torn and chewed by two short-legged corgis, and her phone, which had been fitted with a locator, was in her pocket, glowing faintly.

At the same time, at the back gate of Binhe Park, Shao Nanyin dragged Shao Nanqin to the roadside.

Not far away, a couple was trying to hail a taxi. The girl, wearing round-framed glasses, waved vigorously, while the boy next to her played with his phone listlessly, glancing up every now and then. He only put his phone down when the taxi arrived.

Just as they were about to open the door, two beautiful older women who looked exactly alike, though their clothes were slightly disheveled, rushed over, saying "Sorry, sorry, it's urgent" and got ahead of them.

Shao Nanyin rushed to open the car door, shoved Shao Nanqin into the back seat, and yelled at the driver to hurry up and drive.

"Hurry, driver! There are some bad guys chasing us. They say they're going to fry us up and then kill us. Please drive quickly!"

The driver, a middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap, perked up upon hearing this: "I've been waiting for this day for a long time! Finally, my chance to be a hero and save the damsel in distress! Should I call the police?!"

"Stop talking now, let's go!" Shao Nanyin pounded on the car door handle, her face full of anxiety.

He stepped on the gas, and the taxi shot off like a rocket.

In the rearview mirror, the couple's figures shrank rapidly, their expressions still showing surprise and anger.

However, once the taxi had completely disappeared from sight, Gao Mi rushed to a black motorcycle next to her, tossed a helmet to Wan Boqian who had just finished reporting the situation, and the two of them shot off like arrows, leaving a distorted ripple in the air on the asphalt road from the exhaust pipe.

At the main gate, Cheng Shuangfan, realizing she had been tricked, remained calm and composed. She led Chu Zihang back the way they came, taking a shortcut to the pre-arranged hunting spot, waiting for their prey to walk into their trap.

Inside the taxi, Shao Nanyin's fingers dug deep into Shao Nanqin's shoulder. She leaned close to her sister's ear, her warm breath brushing against her earlobe: "Don't worry, we're sisters after all, I won't kill you."

Her voice was as soft as a feather falling, yet it sent a shiver down Shao Nanqin's spine.

"After this matter is over..." Shao Nanyin continued, her dark pupils gleaming with a cold light: "We'll go our separate ways, you go your way and I'll go mine."

Shao Nanqin lowered her head and remained silent, sobbing alone. Tears fell onto the hem of her skirt, leaving dark stains.

"The young lady must be terrified." Hearing the commotion behind them, the driver felt a pang of sympathy and handed over a pack of tissues, saying, "Sigh, society is becoming more and more prosperous, but there are still places where filth and scum can lurk. Young ladies should be careful when they go out and avoid dark and shady places."

"You wouldn't believe it, but the day before yesterday, after my exams, I was picking up passengers around here, and a lot of young guys were being pulled into my car, all drunk. I knew something was wrong as soon as I saw them, so I took them straight to the police station."

To ease the anxiety of the two girls in the back seat, the driver decided to share his own experiences from the past two days.

However, Shao Nanyin was speechless and interrupted his rambling: "Master, are you trying to comfort us or make things worse? Do you think we weren't frightened enough tonight?"

"No, I was just trying to help you understand."

"Thank you, but no need. I'm afraid you'll scare my sister so much that she'll have nightmares tonight." Shao Nanyin rolled her eyes, asking the driver to drive quietly and not disturb her while she comforted her sister.

The driver, feeling helpless, could only shut up, but soon couldn't help but start talking again: "Young lady, you and your sister are twins, huh? This is the first time I've ever ridden with you. Speaking of which, I also wanted twins, a boy and a girl, but unfortunately, my second one came two years late..."

Listening to the driver's rambling, Shao Nanyin rolled her eyes and stopped responding, listening to the monologue for most of the journey.

The driver didn't notice that her hand, which was tightly gripping Shao Nanqin's shoulder, would occasionally tremble slightly, especially when her gaze fell on the road signs outside the car window. Her heart would pound as if it were about to jump out of her throat.

Just as the two groups were heading to the hunting grounds, another group turned onto the elevated road and disappeared into the night amidst a series of strange and unknown changes.

Tiger Head rushed through an invisible boundary, and the surrounding scenery changed instantly.

The once bright streetlights have turned into flickering will-o'-the-wisps, and the asphalt road surface is covered with cracks, as if it had survived a major battle.

Fingel drove the Mercedes-Benz W140, carrying Lu Mingfei, Lao Tang, and their mistresses, all the way forward.

Because the Odin puppet that controlled this Nibelungen had already been defeated, the endless storms no longer shrouded this land, but it was still a dark and desolate place where the moon was obscured by dark clouds.

Old Tang and Longma Xun were both astonished as they were visiting this strange place for the first time.

"This is the legendary land of the dead. It doesn't look anything special." Ryoma Kaoru sat in the back row next to Erii, his eyes curiously surveying the devastated elevated road, wondering what kind of terrible battle had taken place here last night.

"It was quite special until last night, until your boyfriend's good brother came." Fingel was going to play the role of a corpse mover today, and he wasn't very enthusiastic. After all, the corpse of the former head of the Laurent family was hard to sell and wouldn't fetch a good price.

Old Tang was suddenly called upon, but he didn't reply.

He frowned, naturally disliking this damp and stuffy environment, especially since Nibelungen gave him a familiar yet repulsive feeling.

He had a feeling that tonight's journey might not be very pleasant.

(End of this chapter)