My Wild Wife in Shanghai

At that moment, the South Korean assassin's gunfire immediately attracted the attention of the pursuing thugs.

The thug leader suddenly stopped and waved to his men to cease the pursuit.

He looked in horror toward the direction from which the gunshots came, and saw a dark figure crouching behind a car, holding a pistol in his hand.

At this moment, the leader of the thugs also had a fatal misunderstanding.

He looked at the person who fired the shot, and a gangster drama instantly flashed through his mind: No wonder this kid named Chen Ye wasn't afraid of us, it turns out he had an armed accomplice secretly helping him!

That shot was definitely to cover Chen Ye's escape and warn us not to chase him anymore!

The gang leader was also involved in organized crime and had experienced too many similar situations.

"Damn it, they have guns!"

The thug leader gritted his teeth, but relying on the fact that he had more men, he didn't want to be scared off so easily.

He hid behind Chen Ye's white car, poked half his head out, and shouted in the direction of the Korean assassin:

"Brother! Your life is your own. It's not worth getting serious over that kid surnamed Chen! There are over a dozen of us here. How many bullets do you have in your little lousy gun? If you know what's good for you, get lost and mind your own business!"

The gang leader tried to intimidate the other side by using the sheer number of men.

However, the person hiding behind the car door was a pure Korean who couldn't understand Chinese at all.

To the South Korean assassin, the other party was simply spouting a long string of incomprehensible gibberish.

Moreover, he was gesticulating wildly and had an arrogant expression.

Based on his earlier misjudgment that he was "surrounded," the South Korean assassin naturally assumed that the other party was taunting him, provoking him, and mocking him as a trapped beast surrounded by enemies!

"Damn it!"

"A bunch of lowlife thugs dare to provoke the most elite and professional assassins in the Republic of Korea!"

The South Korean assassin felt deeply insulted and his professional pride severely trampled upon.

He was furious, his eyes flashing with a fierce light.

He stopped hiding, suddenly stood up straight, and without hesitation pulled the trigger, pointing his gun at the dense group of thugs in front of him.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Three shots were fired in quick succession, each spitting out a faint tongue of fire.

The thugs immediately erupted into chaos.

One bullet shattered the Cadillac's headlights, while the other two bullets struck one thug in the thigh and, unfortunately, the other in the chest.

The thug instantly collapsed into a pool of blood.

"Oh my god!"

"Holy crap, he really fired! Get out of the way!"

The thugs initially thought the other side was just firing shots to scare them.

Seeing that the other party was actually shooting at them, they were terrified. Their previous arrogance vanished, and they scattered like startled ducks, running for cover and seeking cars and trees for refuge.

The thug leader shrank back in fear, his back instantly soaked with cold sweat.

Although I've witnessed gangster scenes, most of them involve pulling out handguns to intimidate people.

This guy fired without saying a word, he's a real ruthless guy!

The assassin leader, hiding behind the car wheel, frantically pulled out his phone and dialed Song William's number.

Song William's expectant voice came from the other end of the phone.

"How did it go? Did you cripple that kid?"

"What a load of rubbish! Boss Song, you've really screwed us over!"

The thug leader roared, his voice trembling with tears, "That kid has accomplices, and they even have guns! We're being shot at gunpoint!"

"What? A gun?"

William Song was also surprised on the other end of the phone. He had originally thought that Chen Ye was just an ordinary working man.

I never imagined he had such a powerful background.

He fucking... has a triad background?

But hatred and anger clouded his judgment, and he demanded, "How many are on the other side? How much firepower do they have?"

The gang leader peeked out and saw the dark figure seemingly changing magazines: "It looks like... it looks like there's only one person, with a pistol..."

"Damn! One person with a gun scared a dozen or so grown men like this?"

Song Weilian started swearing on the phone.

"What are you all doing! There's only one guy. You could have easily surrounded him and killed him with stones! Go get him and take him down with you! I'll give you more money, double the price! No, triple it! If he gets away, you won't get a single penny!"

Anyway, since it wasn't Song Weilian who was leading the charge, he was going to see things through to the end once he had done his job.

If Chen Ye gets away tonight and things are exposed, I'm doomed.

A generous reward will surely attract brave men.

When the gang leader heard about the "triple pay" reward, his eyes instantly turned red.

That's a huge sum of money.

The wages of avarice is death.

"Brothers!" The thug leader hung up the phone and shouted to his men hiding in various places, "Boss Song has spoken, the price is tripled! There's only one guy on the other side, one gun, and limited bullets! Everyone spread out and flank him from both sides! Take him down, and we'll be set for life!"

The thugs were a group of desperate criminals.

At this moment, fueled by the lure of money, their fear was instantly replaced by greed.

Fortune favors the bold!

"Get him!"

"Let's give it our all!"

The South Korean assassin was terrified upon seeing this.

He originally thought that firing a few shots would intimidate Chen Ye's henchmen, but he didn't expect that they would not only not retreat, but instead pounce on him like mad dogs.

"Damn it, these lunatics!"

The South Korean assassin cursed as he was forced to leave the vehicle's cover, firing back as he retreated into the denser woods behind him.

For a moment, the small road in the suburbs was filled with gunshots, roars, and footsteps, creating chaos.

At this moment, Chen Ye was holding Cai Junhe, lying by the drainage ditch, peeking out half his head, coldly observing this extremely absurd melee.

To be honest, Chen Ye was a little dazed.

Who's fighting with whom this time?

"Chen Ye... what are they doing?"

Cai Junhe, trembling beneath Chen Ye, asked.

At this moment, her hair was disheveled, and several buttons on her trench coat had popped open during the tumbling, revealing a burgundy silk nightgown and her impressive figure.

Fear and tension caused her chest to heave violently as she pressed herself tightly against Chen Ye's chest.

"I don't know either!" Chen Ye said. "Let's retreat!"

Since the other party had a gun, running away was the best option.

Chen Ye pulled Cai Junhe up from the ground.

He crouched low, using trees and bushes as cover, and pulled Cai Junhe along, silently approaching a bread truck not far away.

The next second, the two climbed into the van, Chen Ye started the car, and sped away.

The night wind continued to blow, and the distant gunshots and shouts of battle were gradually left behind.

One of the thugs, seeing his bread truck driven away, shouted to his boss, "Boss, we've been robbed!"

"Damn it!" The thug leader was furious and got up to look, only to be hit by a bullet that struck his shoulder.

"Holy crap!"

The thug leader lay dead in a pool of blood.

"Boss, boss?"

The underlings shouted, their eyes reddening.

"Damn it! Let's fight him!"

"ah!!!!"

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