Chapter 829: Chapter 825: Ambushed (Middle)
The sudden turn of events left Shen Yan in a state of panic. She leaned against the wall, her face pale, her heart pounding as her chest heaved dramatically.
“It’s okay, it’s okay,” Ye Fan reached out and patted Shen Yan’s shoulder, offering comfort.
“Let me use your hat,” Ye Fan said.
“Huh?” Although Shen Yan didn’t understand what Ye Fan intended to do, she still took off her hat.
Ye Fan thought about the direction the crossbow arrow came from, exposed a corner of the hat from behind the wall, and heard a whooshing sharp sound as an arrow pierced through the hat, thudding into the leg of the table not far from him.
Retrieving the baseball cap, Shen Yan looked at the hole in it and covered her mouth in terror.
“The precision, speed, and power aren’t bad. This person’s here to kill, but who on earth wants me dead?” Ye Fan squinted his eyes slightly.
Across the street, a burly bald man stood behind the door of an Audi business car, holding a crossbow resting on the door. Seeing he only hit a hat, he angrily smacked the car door. “Damn it, who the hell is this kid? Even knows this trick?!”
At this moment, an angry voice sounded from the wireless intercom in the car, “What’s going on? The police are coming, quickly finish him off!”
“Got it, Brother Gang!” A man with shoulder-length hair and a terrifying scar on his face responded from the driver’s seat, pushed the car door open, got out, cursing under his breath, and climbed over the road’s guardrail.
In another Mercedes not far away, sitting in the backseat, Xie Liping asked, “Gangzi, what’s happening?”
The driver turned around, saying, “There was a small mishap. The one named Ye hid in the cafe.”
“These two people you found…”
“Boss, don’t worry, these two are desperados with blood debts on their hands and many enemies. Even if they fail, having them taken out means the police won’t trace it back to us, no worries.” Meng Gang said.
Considering the worst-case scenario and planning an escape route is what Xie Liping valued most in Meng Gang.
Xie Liping nodded. After a while, Meng Gang asked again, “Boss, next to the one named Ye, there seems to be a woman.”
Xie Liping responded indifferently, “The primary target is Ye Fan. Don’t bother with anyone else.”
“Understood,” Meng Gang said, then picked up the intercom, “Tiger, Biaozi, you two guard both sides of the street to prevent the one named Ye from escaping.”
“Yes, got it, Brother Gang.”
“Play some music,” Xie Liping commanded.
Meng Gang inserted a CD into the car stereo, and soon, the surround sound started playing.
It was Beethoven’s “Fate Symphony.”
Xie Liping leaned back into the leather seat, slowly closing his eyes, resting his hands on his thighs, and rhythmically tapping his fingers, seeming to enjoy himself.
As the music played, the long-haired, scar-faced man crossed the street and approached the cafe, lifting his outer jacket and drawing two machetes tucked into the back of his waist, twirling them into a flower-like display.
On the other side, the bald, burly man circled around the car door, horizontally aiming his crossbow as he slowly approached the cafe.
Inside the cafe, the customers and waitstaff either hid under tables or ran to the second floor.
The scar-faced man arrived at the front of the cafe, and Ye Fan retrieved his phone placed in the corner. By now, he could even hear the man’s footsteps and no longer needed the phone as a mirror.
“Someone wants to kill us? What do we do? What do we do?” With the threat of death looming, Shen Yan felt her mind blank out. In such a situation, even a man would panic, let alone a woman.
At this moment, her hand was suddenly grasped by a strong, broad hand, “With me here, I won’t let them hurt you.”
Ye Fan turned his head, looking into Shen Yan’s eyes, “Listen to me, stay right here, don’t run around, understand?”
Shen Yan, feeling like she’d found a lifeline, hurriedly nodded, “I understand!”
“Repeat what I said three times.” Ye Fan instructed.
“Stay right here, don’t run around,” Shen Yan said, “stay right here, don’t…”
Before she finished, Ye Fan dashed out like the wind.
With two tactical rolls, he moved under the table and then used his back to flip the table to block in front of him. Almost simultaneously, a crossbow arrow thudded into the tabletop, the arrowhead protruding just two centimeters from Ye Fan’s eyes.
The long-haired, scar-faced man entered the cafe, staring at the overturned table and chuckled, “Still a tough nut to crack!”
As he spoke, he suddenly exerted force in his feet, charging up with both machetes in hand. However, at that moment, a crossbow arrow suddenly flew out from behind the table, piercing into his thigh, sinking three inches deep.
The pain in his leg startled him, could it be that this kid also carries a crossbow?
Enduring the intense pain, the scar-faced man took a step forward, stomping heavily on the table, causing it to roll across the floor, colliding with another table.
But… where was the man?!
“If I were you, I wouldn’t move!”
The voice suddenly sounded in the scar-faced man’s ear, sending chills down his spine.
Ye Fan stood behind the scar-faced man, holding a crossbow arrow just pulled from the table, the triangular arrowhead pressed against the scar-faced man’s temple.
Cold sweat immediately trickled down the scar-faced man’s face.
This wasn’t just a tough nut, this was a bomb!
Damn, wasn’t he just supposed to be a county political commissar?!
This isn’t a political officer, with this combat ability, he’s a battle king, isn’t he?!
“Who sent you?!” Ye Fan’s voice was ice-cold.
The scar-faced man didn’t speak.
The next moment, excruciating pain shot from his left shoulder – the crossbow arrow had already been inserted into his left shoulder.
The scar-faced man’s first reaction wasn’t to scream or pull out the arrow, but to flip his right hand, stabbing the machete towards Ye Fan’s side waist behind him.
Truly foolish, without the crossbow arrow in your hand, how do you threaten me?!
Yet, in the next moment, a sharp pain shot through the base of his thumb, and in the blink of an eye, the machete had already changed hands.
Ye Fan pressed the machete against the scar-faced man’s neck, then pulled another machete and tossed it to the ground, saying, “I’ll ask you again, who sent you!”
The scar-faced man gritted his teeth, “You damn well have the guts to kill me!”
“You’re quite the man!” Ye Fan said, turning to the stunned Shen Yan, “Come stand behind me!”
Shen Yan was momentarily stunned but then hurriedly stood up and hid behind Ye Fan.
“Get out!” Ye Fan commanded the scar-faced man, the cold blade slicing a line of blood on the scar-faced man’s neck.