Little did he know, beyond his people’s perimeter, another group of Fenghuang’s men had appeared.
He had planned to surround Fenghuang’s men, but instead, he himself was surrounded by them.
In that moment, he realized they had set this ambush long ago, just to wait for this day to deal with him.
However, he had come prepared and naturally would not be easily captured.
Even if he couldn’t confront them head-on today, he could still make a full retreat.
Several helicopters were parked not far away, and he hurried with ’Lin Xinlan’ towards them, planning to board the aircraft and leave.
Fenghuang’s men had yet to pursue them; they had plenty of time to escape.
"BOSS, you go first, we’ll cover you," a subordinate said in a deep voice.
He nodded slightly, about to tell ’Lin Xinlan’ to get on first when suddenly a gun was pressed against his forehead.
"Don’t move, none of you are allowed to leave!" The bride beside him issued a cold voice.
Qiao Yiyang was stunned for a moment, then his eyes narrowed dangerously, "You’re not Lin Xinlan."
Seeing this, all his men aimed their guns at her.
"That’s right, I’m not her, I’m with Fenghuang," the woman said indifferently, maintaining her composure in the face of numerous gun barrels, without a hint of panic or fear.
She lifted her veil to reveal a delicate face.
Although her makeup skills were excellent, on close inspection, it was clear she was not Lin Xinlan, just someone who resembled her by about seventy to eighty percent.
"Where is she?" Qiao Yiyang asked coldly.
"Why should I tell you?" The woman smiled slightly, completely indifferent to the lethal aura emanating from his body.
By now, Fenghuang’s people had caught up.
The delay of just this brief moment put them at the risk of complete annihilation.
"BOSS, what do we do? They’re almost here," a subordinate asked anxiously.
Qiao Yiyang’s expression remained unchanged, and he smiled faintly with a smirk.
The woman beside him just felt something was amiss when his swift and fierce fist came crashing in; she hurriedly dodged, narrowly avoiding it.
Qiao Yiyang’s movements were swift and ferocious, as another fist targeted her heart.
The woman nimbly dodged and threw a smoke grenade; with a bang, thick smoke billowed around them.
Qiao Yiyang stretched out his hand, only managing to grab the hem of her dress.
The smoke quickly dissipated; he was holding half of a wedding dress, but the woman had vanished.
"Ninjutsu, huh?" he laughed coldly, tossing aside the wedding dress and calmly commanded, "Everyone, retreat!"
Fenghuang’s men opened fire wildly at them, while they covered each other and boarded the helicopter.
Rong Shaoze watched from a short distance, his eyes narrowing as he issued a cold command.
Just as Qiao Yiyang and his men boarded the helicopter and were about to take off, several more helicopters appeared in the sky above, their missile launchers aimed at them as if guns were pointed at their hearts.
"BOSS, what do we do now?" a subordinate asked in a panic.
"What’s there to panic about?" The man smiled lightly, showing no sign of alarm.
The aircraft stayed put, not daring to take off.
Both sides, guns aimed at each other, turned off their engines, and no one fired.
Rong Shaoze approached slowly, and the moment Qiao Yiyang saw him, a sharp glint flashed in his eyes.
He indeed had not died.
Rong Shaoze and he looked at each other from a distance, bloodthirsty coldness flashing in his dark eyes.
"Qiao Yiyang, if you want to live, hand over Lin Xinlan!"
The helicopter flew for a long time before it finally stopped on an island.
Tao Hua, who had been waiting for some time, came forward with a solemn expression.