Father is a villainous Buddhist disciple? He'll just be beaten into the light of the righteous

Nobody here?

What kind of kind person would park their car in such a place and then leave?

This doesn't seem like a coincidence.

Shen Jiyuan immediately became wary, mainly because Shen Ji had been acting like a hot commodity these past two days, and he was being manipulated by these people to the point of being paranoid.

"Is there another place to turn around?" Shen Jiyuan asked.

Zhu Rong said, "Yes, but it's a bit far. There's another fork in the road about a kilometer behind."

Shen Jiyuan looked around at this desolate place, far from any village or shop, without a single house in sight. He lowered his eyes heavily and said, "Go back!"

Zhu Rong nodded and continued driving the car backwards.

As the car passed the bread truck, a muffled thud suddenly came from the bread truck, and everyone was stunned for a moment. Zhu Rong slammed on the brakes.

The next second, Xie Wujie shouted at Zhu Rong, "Move forward!!!"

"There's a bomb!!"

Zhu Rong didn't even have time to ask why. Xie Wujie used to be in the military, so he was particularly sensitive to this kind of thing.

He shifted into gear and floored the accelerator almost instantly, sending the car surging forward.

But it was too late.

The explosion of the bomb sounded like muffled thunder, and a massive shockwave swept towards them.

They were too close; the car, caught in the massive wave, suddenly spun out and flipped over, landing a meter off the roadside.

Shen Jiyuan didn't even have time to call for help. His pupils shrank, and he suddenly pulled Shen Ji into his arms. Xie Wujie also pounced on Shen Ji to shield him.

The car overturned and fell into the ground. The huge blast wave shattered the car windows, sending flying debris that hit the people inside. In the dizzying moment, everyone was thrown to the ground.

Fortunately, the embankment wasn't high, and their car wasn't an ordinary car, so none of them suffered any serious injuries, just some scratches.

Fang Siming had gotten out of the car to check the situation and hadn't gotten back in. He was also thrown into the ground by the blast wave. He scrambled over and, gritting his teeth, opened the back door.

"President Shen!"

Shen Jiyuan nodded, and Fang Siming reached out and pulled him out of the back seat. Shen Jiyuan didn't even have time to care about his own situation before he bent down and pulled Shen Ji out of the seat.

He anxiously touched Shen Ji's arms and legs, "Are you alright?"

"Are you hurt anywhere?"

Shen Ji shook his head. He was sitting in the middle and was well protected by his father and Xie Wujie during the explosion. He was probably the least injured among everyone in the car.

"Dad!" Shen Ji frowned, looking at his face. "You injured your forehead?"

Shen Jiyuan breathed a sigh of relief and shook his head. "It's nothing, just a scratch on the glass."

He narrowed his eyes darkly, staring at the burning bread cart. "Fire! Call the police!"

Zhu Rong, who had just climbed out of the car, nodded.

"President Shen!" Xie Wujie wiped the blood from his face and said in a deep voice, "This must have come prepared. We need to get out of here first!"

Shen Jiyuan naturally knew this, but this place was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by mountains and forests, and only here was fertile farmland with a somewhat open view.

If they really go deep into the mountains and forests, it will be even harder to get out.

He still feels lingering fear about the battle in Heshan fourteen years ago.

But if they stay here and wait for the police, they'll be trapped like turtles in a jar. They don't even know what the other side is up to or how many people are involved.

Just as he was hesitating and struggling with his decision, a group of people carrying weapons suddenly rushed out from the mountain road the car had come from.

They were all dressed in gray and white sportswear and wore masks, exactly like King.

The leader of the group didn't even give them a chance to speak before coldly ordering the men behind him, "Grab the youngest!"

"It must be alive!"

Shen Ji was taken aback, then pointed at his nose, "What the hell? Are you guys alright? Why are you arresting me?!"

Shen Jiyuan's gaze darkened. He pulled Shen Ji behind him and called to Xie Wujie, "You and Lao Fang must protect Xiao Ji at all costs!"

Xie Wujie nodded. "Understood."

Fang Siming moved closer to Shen Ji.

Shen Ji was suddenly like a protected chick, firmly shielded in the middle by several people. Only Zhu Rong acted as the vanguard, staring at the people opposite with a gloomy expression, "Who are you people?"

The leader narrowed his eyes when he saw him. "Aren't you the Qu family's dog? When did you run off to the Shen family?"

Zhu Rong was surprised by his words and narrowed her eyes. "You know me? Who are you?"

The man didn't speak, but instead waved to the people behind him.

War was almost imminent.

The other side had far more people than them, at first glance there were about ten of them, and each of them was carrying a weapon.

Their purpose was clear: they weren't there to kill or fight; everyone's target was Shen Ji.

But during the battle, he seemed hesitant and timid, as if afraid of hurting him, and didn't use his full strength.

Seeing their reaction, Shen Ji asked Si Jiu for a wooden fish hammer and started banging it on their heads like he was playing whack-a-mole.

But gradually, they found themselves struggling to keep up.

Regardless, they were outnumbered, and their opponents were no pushovers. Shen Jiyuan's face was ashen. After punching one of them, he shouted at Shen Ji, "You run first!"

Shen Ji frowned, then said "oh" and ran away, running away so decisively and without any hesitation.

His ruthless demeanor left everyone on the other side stunned.

Shen Ji ran wildly towards the mountain path ahead. The other party's goal was to capture him. As long as he escaped, some of them would probably come out to chase him.

That way, it might relieve some of the pressure on his father.

Shen Ji gritted his teeth and ran all the way to the mountain path. Just as he was about to dart onto the path, a sharp light suddenly flashed in front of him under the dappled shadows of the trees.

He stopped abruptly, then swerved to the side, and the gleaming dagger flew past his ear, striking the cypress tree behind him with a clang.

Shen Ji narrowed his eyes, gazing intently at the masked man who emerged from the shadows.

"It's you." He looked at the newcomer with a deep gaze.

This person, this aura, this skill... is the same person who watched helplessly as they were swept into the mudslide on Heshan Mountain fourteen years ago.

It was also the KING who appeared in that warehouse in his past life before he died.

If you ask him why he's so certain, it's an intuition.

His intuition was never wrong.

Although this person wore a mask and never showed his true face, he knew that this person was that person, the King.

"You recognized me?" The newcomer chuckled softly, his voice hoarse, clearly a result of his own alteration. "You have good taste."

Shen Ji slowly clenched his fist, looking at the other person warily. "Are you the one who wants to arrest me?"

Why?

"Because..." King smiled coldly and smugly, "you are the best replacement."