Waves kept crashing against the mountain.
On the winding mountain road.
The door of the other car involved in the accident slowly opened.
Like Geng Long, there was no sign of panic on his face, not even a hint of surprise.
This proved the importance of forming good habits—always buckle up, no matter what.
Seeing that young and composed face, Geng Long finally stopped being stingy and voiced his true feelings from deep inside.
"You indeed are the most outstanding young man I’ve ever met."
Jiang Chen remained calm, "Thank you for the compliment."
Geng Long smiled wryly, then, with seriousness mixed with a bit of curiosity, he said, "Are you really not afraid of dying? Now, your luck might not be able to help you."
Jiang Chen was still calm, seemingly unaware of the other’s intense murderous intent.
"Mr. Geng, it seems we have no deep hatred that warrants death, so why do you feel the need to kill me?"
"Do you consider ’dislike’ a reason?"
Geng Long appeared to be joking.
Jiang Chen also smiled slightly and nodded, "I can accept that reason."
If not for the nearby car accident scene, it would really be hard to tell that the two were diametrically opposed in a life-and-death manner.
Geng Long’s expression was not fierce; on the contrary, at this moment, both his tone and demeanor could be considered peaceful.
"It seems pointless to say anything."
"Even if I did say something, Mr. Geng wouldn’t be able to take it with you."
"How do you know I wouldn’t be able to take it?"
"Mr. Geng, if you kill me, I doubt you’d live much longer."
Jiang Chen spoke calmly, not as a threat but merely stating a determined fact.
Geng Long laughed heartily as if he had never been this happy.
"So you won’t have to worry about being lonely."
Both were clever people.
His presence here was enough to explain the situation.
Jiang Chen cracked a joke.
Geng Long’s smile persisted.
"Is it worth it?" Jiang Chen asked.
"Do I have any other choice?"
Things had developed step by step to this day; the moment that half-pig head appeared, he had already foreseen his own end.
Jiang Chen fell silent.
The opponent had no way out; dragging him along as a companion in death was indeed the best choice.
"Mr. Geng, do you have any regrets?"
Geng Long was stunned for a moment, then quieted down.
If he had not chosen to betray Lan Peizhi, none of this would have happened today.
"You think I am like those people up in the mountains?"
Geng Long said with a smile: "I didn’t start off so high, I didn’t have the luck to be born halfway up the mountain or even at the peak. If I didn’t want to be looked down upon, all I could do was try my best to climb up step by step, step by step."
"There’s nothing wrong with climbing up."
Jiang Chen pointed to the nearby car, "But is it necessary to knock everyone in your path out of the way? This road doesn’t seem that narrow."
It seemed he had shown his last bit of mercy, Geng Long suddenly raised his hand, "My life has been spectacular enough, and being able to drag you down with me at the end is a bargain."
Jiang Chen’s pupils contracted.
"Killing me with a gun? Mr. Geng, isn’t that beneath you?"
Geng Long was holding a glossy black handgun.
"What, you want to fight me one-on-one?"
"At least give me a chance, right? Otherwise, I’m afraid I won’t be able to rest in peace. I’ve seen your performance at the Underground Fighting Arena, why bother with this?"
Jiang Chen seemed to be struggling in desperation, trying to convince the other to have a fair man-to-man face-off.
Geng Long shook his head.
"Don’t blame me, it’s just that you’re too cunning."
Jiang Chen was about to say something when suddenly, the gun fired.
The shot was muffled, soul-shaking.
A dazzling flash of light burst out, followed by a bullet spiraling out, piercing through the air, fiercely heading towards Jiang Chen’s heart.
Jiang Chen didn’t move.
At this distance, no human could react in time.
Not only was Geng Long strong in combat, but his shooting skills were also exceptional, and perhaps because of the short distance, a bullet accurately hit Jiang Chen’s heart.
Jiang Chen’s body trembled slightly, but eerily, no blood spilled.
Even Geng Long couldn’t help but be slightly stunned by this bizarre scene.
He was stunned, but Jiang Chen didn’t daze.
After taking a bullet, he quickly reached into his chest, and soon, a silver firearm appeared in his hand.
Decisively, he pulled the trigger.
A logical spray of blood burst forth.
The minimal distance greatly reduced the demand for shooting accuracy, and Geng Long’s right forearm, which held the gun, was pierced through.
He indeed was a tough guy, enduring the excruciating pain with just a grunt, but his hand could no longer grip the gun, which fell to the ground.
Seeing Geng Long looking at him, Jiang Chen raised his left hand, wiping at his chest.
"It still hurts more than I expected."
Jiang Chen made a dry joke.
Geng Long started to laugh, his cheeks trembling unconsciously due to pain.
"Did you know I was coming?"
"I had a feeling, didn’t think I’d actually guess right."
Geng Long’s smile grew wider, "Weren’t you afraid I’d aim for your head?"
If he had aimed for the head initially, Jiang Chen wouldn’t have stood still.
And his hand-raising action would have been enough for Jiang Chen to react.
Despite the casual chit-chat, Jiang Chen had been closely observing the other’s expression and movements all along.
"So, luck is still on my side."
Geng Long’s smile, paired with his trembling expression, looked especially bizarre.