What? You're a notorious bandit? What a coincidence, me too!

Lin Chang'an staggered, trying to chase after him, but it was too late.

He was filled with countless angry thoughts!

Are drug dealers really that rampant these days?

He can understand playing with a gun.

But what's the point of playing with bombs?

Although that thing wasn't very powerful.

But if I hadn't been quick enough to dodge a few steps at the moment of the explosion, I would have been injured.

At this moment, Ming Ge held his head with one hand and supported himself on the ground with the other. He finally managed to stand up unsteadily, his face pale and his eyes full of shock.

Even he, a drug dealer, was stunned by the scene just now.

His two henchmen also groaned and picked themselves up from the ground, looking utterly disheveled.

"Hold……"

Ming shook his heavy head. Who the hell are these people? Terrorists?

I'm just a drug dealer, is it really necessary to make such a fuss?

The fact that the other party is able to provide such high-purity methamphetamine and carries such a ruthless weapon with them suggests they are definitely not a friendly swindler.

But he didn't have time to think about any of that now. His gaze swept over Lin Chang'an's direction. Regardless of who this guy was, he just wanted to get out of here safely first.

He grabbed the methamphetamine from the ground, turned around, and ran to the car.

Lin Chang'an caught a glimpse of Ming Ge trying to run away and staggered after him.

Seeing this, Ming Ge no longer hesitated, raised his gun, and was about to fire.

As it turned out, Lin Chang'an was prepared and kicked Ming Ge's wrist, sending the gun flying to the ground under the car.

At the same time, one of his henchmen attacked. He grabbed the henchman by the back of his collar and pulled him forward, causing the man's head to smash into the car window, the shattered glass sending up a trail of blood.

The henchman screamed in pain, pulled a knife from his lower back, and stabbed Lin Chang'an with his backhand.

Lin Chang'an seized the opportunity, turned the blade, and stabbed it hard into the other man's thigh.

After stirring it a couple of times, he pulled it out, and the blade collided with another henchman's knife that was slashing at him.

He raised his knee and rammed it into the opponent's chest.

A gunshot rang out.

"what!"

The younger brother let out a piercing scream.

Lin Chang'an stiffened, rolled on the ground, and hid behind a nearby sand-casting machine.

'Bang!'

The bullet struck the spot where Lin Chang'an had just been standing, sending sparks flying from the sand and gravel.

Ming held the guns in both hands, his hands trembling slightly, his eyes filled with ferocity.

Lin Chang'an hid behind the sand casting machine, took a breath, and a playful smile appeared on his lips. He cleared his throat.

"Hey, Ming didn't forget to load the gun this time, did he?"

Upon hearing this voice, Ming froze, his brows furrowing in alarm.

That tone, that style, that voice—why does it sound so familiar?

Damn! It's that kid surnamed Lin from this morning!

Ming, holding his gun warily, suddenly changed his expression and slowly moved towards the sand-turning machine.

It was completely dark by now, with only the pickup truck's lights on, casting indistinct shadows.

Doflamingo fired again, the bullet hitting the corner of the machine with a clang.

At the same time, a dark figure suddenly leaped down from the sand casting machine.

Ming raised his hand to fire, but the gun was kicked and fell to the side. Immediately afterwards, he felt a pain in his hand, lost his grip, and dropped the pistol to the ground.

Then he was slammed into the chest by a strong force, and his whole body crashed into the sand-making machine.

With a loud "Duang," the pain made his vision go black.

Then he saw Lin Chang'an standing opposite him, wearing the clothes of the man who had claimed to be a policeman.

Ming gasped. Was that person Lin Chang'an in disguise?

Easy?

Ming didn't understand, but he instantly realized that this guy surnamed Lin... was following him.

That son of a bitch is the one trying to double-cross us!

Ming couldn't think too much right now; he struggled to go and pick up the gun.

As a result, Lin Chang'an was one step ahead and kicked the gun into the pile of gravel.

"Ming's marksmanship isn't that great!"

Lin Chang'an took out a cigarette, lit it, and looked at him with a smile.

Ming got anxious and pulled out a switchblade from his back. "Kid, looks like you're really tired of living!" he said, and stabbed at Lin Chang'an.

Lin Chang'an dodged to the side, but Ming Ge's knife seemed to have anticipated his movement, turning immediately after he did.

Lin Chang'an couldn't dodge in time, and his clothes were ripped open at the chest.

"Wow! You've got some skills. Ming-ge is better at handling knives than guns."

Lin Chang'an exclaimed, "It's only slightly stronger!"

As he spoke, he took a long drag on his cigarette and threw the butt at Ming's face.

Seeing the other party hesitate for a moment, he stepped to the side and moved down, then leaped forward, grabbed the other party's lower back, picked him up, and slammed him into the sand-making machine.

With a loud 'bang'.

Ming slammed down hard on it, his neck and lower back striking the iron edge. He groaned and slid to the ground, unable to get up for a long time.

Lin Chang'an rolled over and got up, picked up the switchblade that had fallen to the ground, picked up a cigarette, and held the tip of the knife to Ming's neck.

"Brother, I...I admit defeat." Ming wisely backed down, wincing in pain in his lower back.

Lin Chang'an, with a cigarette dangling from his lips, rubbed his temples and shook his head. The tip of the knife against Ming's neck was already drawing blood.

"So what exactly do you want? We don't have any grudge against each other!"

Ming grinned and said he was genuinely afraid of this Lin guy.

Lin Chang'an squinted: "Didn't I say I hold grudges? Anyone who threatens me never ends well!"

Ming was completely dumbfounded when he heard that.

No, he just asked Xiaobao to scare the kid, he didn't do anything to the kid.

Besides, Xiao Bao didn't scare the coward; instead, he got beaten up badly.

This kid even claims to hold grudges?

Who the hell is holding a grudge?

But now is not the time to argue with Lin Chang'an. The knife is stuck in his neck, and it seems like it could pierce his throat at any moment.

He'd seen this guy surnamed Lin for who he truly was; he was a complete madman.

"Brother, I give in today. Take the stuff and let me go!" Ming surrendered again.

Lin Chang'an smiled and swept the 'ice' on the ground.

"Let me release you... It's simple, just tell me everything about your supplier..."

…………

The van was speeding along the bumpy dirt road like a madman, its body jolting violently, and the black bag of money in the back seat bouncing back and forth.

The carriage was eerily quiet, with only the roar of the engine and the swaying of the train underneath.

Fenzi gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands, his face was pale, and his forehead was covered in cold sweat.

He glanced at the rearview mirror every few seconds, and only dared to speak when he was sure that no police car was following behind as he had expected:

"T-Teacher, what was that thing just now?"

Obviously, Old Bai didn't tell him in advance.

"Mercuric fulminate".

Old Bai looked out the window and spoke slowly.

Pinky was clearly shocked, and after a long pause, he said, "Then...we've assaulted a police officer!"

His voice trembled slightly involuntarily.

The thought of that man saying he was a "police officer" sent chills down his spine.

Old Bai tilted his head slightly, glanced at the panicked and uneasy Fenzi, and said in a calm tone:

"Calm down! That person... might not be a policeman."