Tomb raiders: You stole my little Qilin?

"Get down!" Zhang Qiling grabbed Wu Wei's shoulder, and the two of them bent down at the same time.

The bullet grazed the rear window, leaving a spiderweb-like bullet hole in the rear windshield.

Black Bear pulled the weapon from his waist so fast it was almost invisible.

He cocked the gun, flipped his wrist, and placed the muzzle against the rolled-down car window.

"Fatty, create some distance!" he shouted, leaning out of the car window and pulling the trigger almost simultaneously.

The bullet struck the driver of the car behind with pinpoint accuracy, splattering red splatter across the windshield.

The car swerved suddenly, its tires screeching as they scraped against the road, before crashing heavily into the roadside guardrail.

Several gunshots nearly made the fat man lose his grip on the steering wheel. "Hey, Blackie, who are these people? Who did you offend?"

"Who knows?" Black Bear said as he dodged.

"I have many enemies, but not many dare to launch attacks."

No sooner had he finished speaking than another burst of gunfire erupted from behind.

The target of this shooting was clearly the tire; the bullets hit the ground and sent up gravel, with two bullets nearly hitting the rim.

Black Bear bent down and pulled another gun from under the seat, then threw it into the back seat without looking back.

Zhang Qiling reached out and caught it steadily, then pulled the slide to check the smoothness of the ammunition, his movements silent and practiced.

As Wu Wei watched the vehicles still in hot pursuit, the surge of adrenaline at this critical moment put him in a state of indescribable excitement.

"Hey Blackie, give me one too."

Black Bear glanced at him in the rearview mirror. "You know how to use it?"

Wu Wei did not answer, but directly drew the gun from the spare holster on Hei Xiazi's waist.

He rolled down the car window, leaned out, and his gun-holding posture was impeccable.

His eyes locked onto the front wheel of the second car behind him through the crosshair, he held his breath, anticipated the vehicle's trajectory, and pulled the trigger.

The left front tire of the car behind exploded instantly; at high speed, the tire shattered into several pieces of black rubber in an instant.

The car lost its balance and swayed violently from side to side before being rear-ended by a third car that couldn't avoid it in time.

The two vehicles became entangled with a loud crash, both plunging off the road and rolling twice on the wasteland before coming to a stop.

Wu Wei retreated back into the car, raised an eyebrow at Hei Xiazi, and ejected the empty magazine with clean and efficient movements.

Hei Xiazi knocked down another person and praised Wu Wei, saying, "You've been hiding your true abilities."

"I've practiced a little," Wu Wei said casually.

"You're being too modest!" Fatty Wang floored the accelerator, trying to shake off the group behind him.

Hearing the continuous gunfire, he angrily pounded the steering wheel, "Damn it, I want to fire a couple of shots to get revenge too."

Zhang Qiling also lowered his car window and aimed his gun at the closest of the two remaining cars behind him.

He wasn't aiming at the tires, but at the engine air intake grille.

At the same time, the tacit understanding developed over many years of partnership allowed Hei Xiazi to also set his sights on that position.

"Bang! Bang!"

The two gunshots rang out almost simultaneously, and a plume of white smoke suddenly billowed from under the hood of the car. The car's speed dropped sharply, and it quickly came to a stop, unable to move.

Gunshots and engine noises mingled together, and the air was filled with the smell of gunpowder and burning rubber.

Wu Wei then peered out and punctured another tire, his gaze suddenly sharpening.

In the last car, there was a woman sitting.

Her long hair was tied up high, and her features were cold and beautiful. Even from dozens of meters away and amidst the flying dust, one could see the unmoved calmness on her face.

She sat upright in the passenger seat, holding a walkie-talkie and talking to herself.

"99, one of Jude Kao's men?" Wu Wei quickly asked in his mind.

"Yes."

Wu Wei suddenly understood everything.

No wonder they were able to intercept them at this precise moment.

It seems that after these foreigners left the Seven Star Lu Palace, they set their sights on them.

They believed they had taken the treasure.

That old man probably knew that the "Ghost Seal" didn't exist; he was probably thinking, "Let's try it out whether we succeed or not."

"Who is that woman?" Fatty Wang saw her in the rearview mirror and couldn't help but ask.

"Ah Ning," Hei Xiazi said in a deep voice, "is one of Jude Kao's men. No wonder there's such a big fuss. That old bastard is incredibly bold because he's not going to live much longer."

His tone was clearly disgusted, indicating that this wasn't the first time he had dealt with these people.

"The mute will cover for us." After saying that, Hei Xiazi turned to Wu Wei.

"Young Master, let's inflate the tires together, don't let her follow us."

Zhang Qiling nodded quickly.

All three men leaned out of the car window at the same time, and all three guns fired simultaneously.

Hei Xiazi was in charge of the left tire, and Wu Wei was in charge of the right tire.

Zhang Qiling provided firepower suppression, while Fatty Wang controlled the vehicle's speed and distance.

The bullet flew almost skimming the ground.

The car's two front wheels burst open within fractions of a second of each other.

The front of the car suddenly lurched downwards, and the chassis scraped the ground, leaving a long trail of sparks.

The entire vehicle was out of control and lying across the middle of the road, unable to move any further.

Ah Ning pushed open the car door and got out.

Standing beside the wrecked car, watching the taillights of the departing vehicles from afar, his face betrayed no emotion.

Wu Wei retreated back into the car and let out a long sigh.

The adrenaline was still surging in my veins, my fingers were trembling slightly, and my heartbeat wouldn't calm down for a long time.

"Is everything resolved?" Fatty Wang asked as he drove, his tone filled with the exhilaration of surviving a close call.

"We've shaken them off," Zhang Qiling said.

He returned the gun to Black Bear and leaned back in his chair.

He looked calm, but his chest was heaving much faster.

Black Bear counted the remaining ammunition and then peered back.

Only after confirming that no more car lights were coming from behind did I relax and lean back in my seat.

He tapped his fingers twice on the car door: "I should have modified the car, installed bulletproof glass or something."

"It would have been so much better if you had thought of this sooner!" Fatty Wang wailed.

"What kind of life does Fatty have? He almost got himself into trouble just trying to hitch a ride."

"If it weren't for us, you would have been dead long ago. You should be secretly happy."

"Hey! If it weren't for your Fatty, I wouldn't have run into this mess."

Wu Wei smiled as he listened to the two bickering again.

He glanced at Zhang Qiling and found that Zhang Qiling was looking at him.

That gaze seemed unusually calm in the messy carriage.

"Are you injured?" Zhang Qiling asked.

"No, what about you?"

Zhang Qiling shook his head slightly.

Hei Xiazi responded upon hearing Zhang Qiling's voice:

"Hey mute, isn't there something special about the Zhang family's bloodline? How come this young master is still so powerful even though he didn't receive any training from your Zhang family?"

Fatty Wang, who was driving, opened his eyes wide, looking like he'd just heard something interesting, and pricked up his ears to listen.

Zhang Qiling did not answer him; the Zhang family bloodline was both a blessing and a curse.

"Haha, Mr. Blackie, I'll take that as a compliment." Wu Wei smiled at Blackie.

The car windows were all shattered, and the twilight light streamed in unhindered.

A gentle light enveloped Wu Wei, a faint smile playing in his peach blossom eyes, making him seem to glow.

Black Bear stared blankly for a moment, then touched his nose when he came to his senses.

"Well, I'm just telling the truth, Mr. Black."