Jiang Yao noticed the man with a fruit knife in his hand. Beaten up by Zhou Weiqi, his face was a gnarly mess of blood and bruises, and looked the part of an uncivilized pirate.
Seeing that Zhou Weiqi was not actually overwhelmed, she stood at the side watching the fight unfold instead.
Suddenly, a cry of pain pierced the air behind her, and a wooden stick flew by, brushing her face before falling on to the ground. Jiang Yao immediately took a few steps back in horror and turned her eyes toward where the sound originated.
“Jiang Yao! This guy was trying to assault you from behind!” Chen Xuyao stood erected, one foot on the fallen assailant’s hand and another foot on his back. The man wailed in pain.
Chen Xuyao’s office was only a ten-minute drive from this location. After receiving the call from Jiang Yao, he rushed over to the site, bringing two security guards from his company and saw, just in time, the thug creeping up to Jiang Yao.
“Protect her!” Chen Xuyao instructed his two security guards before joining in on the fight with Zhou Weiqi. It took barely ten seconds for both to put everyone on the ground.
The thugs got on to their feet and wanted to escape.
“Nobody runs away from Zhou Weiqi!” As he said so, Zhou Weiqi caught up with the escapees and booted one in the knees; the rest immediately dropped to their knees begging for mercy.
While the trio had their attention fixated on the escapees, the head thug silently crept back to his van. Only the sound of the engine starting drawing their attention over.
The thugs on the ground shouted, “Lin Fulian! You can’t leave us here!”
Chen Xuyao sighed and took out a black pistol from his pocket, firing twice at the wheels of the van. The driver lost control and crashed the van onto an electricity pole on the side.
“Drag him over.” Chen Xuyao instructed his security guards before turning toward the rest and said, “If anyone here tries to escape, the next shot fired from my pistol will be a headshot.”
Jiang Yao, along with the thugs, was startled to see the pistol on Chen Xuyao’s hand.
The head thug only had some minor injuries on his head from the crash, other than that he was fine physically. Mentally, not so much.
His mates burst into tears seeing their boss captured.
“Boss! He has a gun! I thought we were going for a good-for-nothing spoiled brat. Nobody said anything about a gun. Did we just get ourselves involved with the mob?” The man on the floor under Chen Xuyao’s feet was trembling in fear.
“Aren’t you the gangsters yourselves?” Jiang Yao returned to her senses. It really was not uncommon for Chen Xuyao to possess a gun, given his status and ability. She turned her attention toward the failed kidnappers who actually looked ridiculous.
Lu Xingzhi and Mr. Liang, with their men, arrived twenty minutes later.
“Uncle Liang, I’ll see what’s going on. You can return with your men.” Lu Xingzhi was relieved seeing the trio safe.