39: Chapter 35: A Step Too Late?
39: Chapter 35: A Step Too Late?
Ye Fan clenched a few pebbles, flipped over, and then quickly dashed towards the intersection.
His speed was too fast, making it impossible for the assassin to lock on him.
Dada dada…
Three AK47s once again unleashed a frenzied burst of fire at him.
However, in the next mont, those three AK47s jamd, followed by three short screams.
It turned out that Ye Fan had lured the three assassins out by exposing himself to their fire before killing them with the stones.
With those three assassins dead, Nehemiah Bailey finally could no longer keep still.
The other assassins were killed, leaving only him, a sniper, who stood no chance against Ye Fan.
Bang—
A loud sniper shot tore through the night sky.
Even before the sound of the mighty sniper shot reached Ye Fan’s ears, he felt an intense sense of impending danger surge in his heart, causing his hair to stand on end as if he had been electrocuted.
Moreover, the pores all over his body contracted, raising goosebumps as hard as copper beads.
Unlike ordinary firearms, a sniper rifle’s bullets are the fastest, with muzzle velocities close to 1000 ters per second, much faster than the speed of sound.
While Ye Fan could easily dodge bullets from ordinary guns, it was much harder to evade those from a sniper rifle.
At the critical mont of life and death, the vigorous Qi-Blood in Ye Fan’s body suddenly surged to his heart and then “popped” explosively, unleashing a terrifying force.
Ye Fan stomped his right foot fiercely, and with a “bang!”, a thick layer of steel-reinforced concrete crumbled widely under the intense impact.
The trendous force generated by the stomp radically altered his forward montum, shifting him sideways by seven or eight ters.
Whoosh—
As he moved to the side, Ye Fan felt a searing bullet graze his right arm, scorching the skin painfully with its hot airflow.
“Here!!!”
Ye Fan had pinpointed Nehemiah Bailey’s location and flung a hard stone from his right hand.
Just as Nehemiah Bailey was swiftly aiming at Ye Fan, preparing to fire a second shot, a sudden sharp pain erupted on his forehead, then his vision blurred, and he lost consciousness.
It happened that the pebble had shattered his skull and penetrated deep into his brain.
Having killed Nehemiah Bailey, Ye Fan no longer sensed any danger and stopped.
Huff—Inhale—
His chest heaved violently, sweat poured down his forehead, and a white mist arose from his entire body.
That had been truly dangerous to the extre; had his reaction and strength not been enough, he would not have been able to dodge the sniper bullet that Bailey fired.
However, this was not the ti to relax, and Ye Fan imdiately regulated his breathing to calm his heavy panting.
The car crashing into the flower bed at such a high speed was mostly likely totaled.
But there was still a decent distance to Seven Happiness Road Jinwang Night Club, seven to eight thousand ters.
Should he take the car of Nehemiah Bailey and the other assassins?
Whoo-hoo—whoo-hoo—
In the distance, the wail of police sirens grew closer.
The recent gunfire had drawn the attention of the police, and countless patrol cars and ard police vehicles were rushing to the scene.
The road ahead was definitely blocked.
This ant that even if he found the cars of Bailey and the other assassins, he would not be able to break through the police cordon to reach Seven Happiness Road Jinwang Night Club and rescue Lu Xiaoman.
Ye Fan looked up, scanning the environnt ahead, then took a deep breath.
With a forceful push from his feet, he shot out like an arrow.
His form resembled “Great Roc Spreading Its Wings,” legs whirling like wheels, body surging forward as a roc taking flight, muscles in his back stretching out to beat the air, clapping with a sound that crackled like lightning.
Ye Fan deployed the “Great Roc Spreading Its Wings” qinggong and dashed out of the road.
With a flicker, he vanished into the cluster of low buildings alongside.
Instead of running through the alleys of the low buildings, whenever he encountered a wall, he would push off it with his right foot in a swallow flip, propelling himself ters into the air, then kick off the wall again, performing a swift “Swallow Swoops Through the Sky,” scaling a three-story wall in the blink of an eye.
Reaching the top of the single-story houses, Ye Fan pinpointed his direction and deployed the “Great Roc Spreading Its Wings” qinggong to sprint across the rooftops.
His running speed was incredibly fast, rivaling that of a car.
Although it was nightti, Hua Hai city was radiant with lights everywhere.
Almost no one was asleep at this hour; so were out having fun, so were watching TV at ho, while others stood on their balconies to enjoy the cool breeze.
But not a single person noticed Ye Fan speeding past them.
Even if soone did catch a fleeting shadow, they would simply think it was their eyes playing tricks or that they had seen a ghost.
Out of professional habit, Ye Fan was well-versed in Hua Hai city’s traffic, with the entire city traffic map etched in his mind.
While running, he chose a straight path, darting towards Seven Happiness Road, swift as the wind and lightning.
Minutes later, he reached the Seven Happiness Road Jinwang Night Club.
Ye Fan strode into the Jinwang Night Club, and as he entered the welco hall on the first floor, a man in a coffee-colored vest ca to greet him.
Without waiting for the male waiter to speak, Ye Fan commanded with an imposing presence, “Take to the ‘Peach Blossom Land’ private room, quick!”
eting Ye Fan’s deadly gaze, the waiter trembled all over, not daring to utter any nonsense, and quickly replied in a quivering voice, “Yes.”
Then he turned to lead the way for Ye Fan.
Soon, on the third floor, guided by the male waiter, Ye Fan arrived at the door of the ‘Peach Blossom Land’ private room.
Ye Fan saw that the door to the private room was open, with two female attendants inside cleaning up.
“Damn it, Sister Xiaoman’s been taken away by that bastard He Jiaqiang!”
Ye Fan’s heart clenched tightly, and he quickly stepped into the private room, asking the two female attendants urgently, “Who was here before?
How long ago did they leave?
Was there a twenty-three or twenty-four-year-old girl among them, very pretty, about one ter sixty-eight tall?”
“Yes, that girl was drunk and unconscious in the restroom.
Just now, her companion had security break down the restroom door, and then her companion carried her off,” one of the female attendants said.
“How long ago did they leave?” Ye Fan’s brows furrowed with urgency.
“Probably about four or five minutes.”
Ye Fan had already turned and sprinted toward the staircase before the attendant had finished speaking.
Racing downstairs, he ran to the night club’s parking lot.
He quickly scanned the entire lot but only saw cars entering; none were ready to leave.
Aaaaaah—
Ye Fan clenched his fists, his face twisted as he roared silently in his heart.
“I’m one step behind!
Sister Xiaoman has already been taken away by that son of a bitch, He Jiaqiang!
I’m so angry!
So angry!
So angry!…”
“…Wait!
Never give up until the last mont!
Stay calm!
Calm!
I need to stay calm!” Ye Fan forced himself to regain his composure.
“He Jiaqiang took Sister Xiaoman out of the private room just four or five minutes ago.
If they moved at a normal speed, it would take them more than three minutes to reach the parking lot from the private room, which ans He Jiaqiang could have driven away from here no more than three minutes ago!”
“In these three minutes, he couldn’t possibly have found a hotel, checked in, and carried the unconscious Xiaoman into a room to do his dirty work!”
“There’s still a glimr of hope!”
“I must figure out which hotel He Jiaqiang went to!”
However, in this bustling city with countless hotels, heavy traffic, and the cover of night, finding He Jiaqiang and Lu Xiaoman in just a few short minutes seed nearly impossible!
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