Bang! The car door was kicked open, and Ye Xingchen protected Ling Yan as they rolled all the way to the roadside.
As the two rolled down, boom... the McLaren was hit by a speeding truck and sent flying, tumbling several times in mid-air.
Then several cars surrounded the road, blocking both the road in front and behind.
As one of the cars opened its door, a tall, blue-eyed foreigner stepped out. With a wave of his hand, he threw two grenades at Ye Xingchen and Ling Yan.
Ye Xingchen's pupils contracted slightly. With his strength, ordinary pistols couldn't hurt him, and although grenades were highly lethal, he had enough time to dodge.
However, the killer who threw the grenade was extremely vicious; he had already counted two seconds in his hand, indicating that the grenade was going to explode in mid-air.
In the critical moment, he quickly pulled Ling Yan into his arms and then rolled into the grass on one side.
Sure enough, boom! Two grenades exploded in mid-air, and powerful shockwaves swept over the two men.
The scorching heatwave receded, and Ye Xingchen was furious. He said to Ling Yan, "Hide well, I'll go deal with these people."
"Ye... Ye Xingchen," Ling Yan called out to him.
Ye Xingchen suddenly stopped in his tracks. Ling Yan's voice was weak, clearly indicating that she was injured.
"Ling Yan, what's wrong?" Ye Xingchen hugged Ling Yan and huddled in the grass behind the green belt.
Ling Yan remained silent, though her face was somewhat pale, while his hands, which were holding her, touched her back and found it to be warm.
Ye Xingchen reached out and saw that her hand was covered in blood. The grenade had exploded too close to her, and even though she had dodged it, Ling Yan was still injured.
He swiftly applied several finger strikes to stop her bleeding, then pulled her into his arms, his eyes fixed on the approaching assassins.
"Don't leave any survivors, kill them all." The other party spoke Mandarin with a very poor accent, mixed with a strong Minnan accent, indicating that he was an assassin from the south.
"Yes." With a chorus of voices, a dozen or so people gathered around.
Each of them was carrying a gun, and one of them was carrying an AK.
Anyone who can acquire so many guns in China at once is definitely not an ordinary person, especially since this is Beijing, and the other side even has AKs, which are highly lethal weapons.
The leader, holding an AK and with a cigarette dangling from his mouth, directed the assassins to cautiously search forward.
Suddenly, his brow furrowed, and an extremely dangerous feeling instantly welled up in his heart.
His years of experience as an assassin saved his life; he hissed, "Get down."
As he shouted, he quickly lay down on the ground and rolled behind a tree for cover.
As he fell, dozens of soft leaves mysteriously floated in mid-air.
The leaves trembled slightly in mid-air, as if supported by an invisible force.
Then, with a whoosh, dozens of leaves fanned out and attacked them all.
With a series of screams, more than half of the dozen or so assassins searching for them instantly fell to the ground.
For experts at the Celestial Realm, using leaves as weapons is child's play; with the enhancement of true qi, these leaves are essentially no different from bullets.
"Six o'clock, kill them!" the assassin leader roared.
He angrily raised his gun and began firing wildly in that direction.
Meanwhile, the uninjured subordinates also pulled the triggers.
A burst of gunfire rang out, and the green belt was completely destroyed.
When they ran out of bullets, the assassins quickly reloaded, pointing their guns forward as if facing a formidable enemy.
The assassin leader nervously stepped forward, parted the bushes, and found that there was no one behind him.
"Chase them." The assassin leader's face was ashen. Their organization had an extremely high reputation internationally, and their assassination missions had never failed.
But this time, he dispatched more than ten assassins, half of whom were killed in one move by the other party, and he didn't even see what the other party looked like. This was an utter disgrace to him.
Ye Xingchen shielded Ling Yan as they swiftly moved forward.
He was carrying a person weighing over 100 pounds, and his movements were not affected at all. Ling Yan was in a daze and could only feel the wind whistling in her ears.
"Ye Xingchen... put me down," Ling Yan said weakly.
"Why would I put you down?" Ye Xingchen asked, bewildered.
“How can you run fast while holding me? If you keep like this… neither of us can escape.” Ling Yan looked up at him.
"Enough with the nonsense. You're the woman I'm going to marry. I, Ye Xingchen, won't abandon anyone, let alone you." Ye Xingchen snorted and said, "However, you should lose weight. You're really heavy."
Even though she was in a lot of pain, Ling Yan still managed a pale smile. She reached out and wrapped her arms around Ye Xingchen's neck, then closed her eyes.
At that moment, she suddenly felt very happy. Having a man who wouldn't abandon her in a crisis made her very content.
He quickly disappeared into a grove of trees and found a suitable place to put her down.
The rush aggravated the wound on his back, and now blood is seeping out of it again.
With a tearing sound, Ye Xingchen ripped her clothes, and seeing the bloody mess on her back, he couldn't help but frown.
He quickly took out medicine to stop her bleeding, and then carefully removed the shrapnel from her back with a gold needle.
"Am I... going to die?" Ling Yan felt a sharp pain, and her vision blurred.
"Shut up. If this little injury could kill you, then I'd be a doctor for nothing. I'm telling you, even if the King of Hell comes, he won't be able to take you away," Ye Xingchen said.
After quickly cleaning the wound and stopping the bleeding, Ye Xingchen fed her medicine, then helped her lean against a tree, took off his coat, and covered her with it.
"Where are you going?" Ling Yan opened her eyes and grabbed Ye Xingchen's hand.
"There are a few reckless guys chasing us. We'll come back after we take care of them." Ye Xingchen held her hand.
"Then hurry up, I feel like I'm going to die if I can't see you," Ling Yan said weakly.
"Five minutes." Ye Xingchen squeezed her hand tightly, then turned and disappeared.
Ling Yan raised her hand, revealing a small bracelet on her wrist. She gritted her teeth and pressed the bracelet down.
Once she presses that bracelet, the entire capital of Yanjing will likely be in turmoil tonight.
A group of assassins recklessly rushed into the grove; there were five or six of them.
The killer, armed, conducted a thorough search.
"Brother, we've lost track of him. He's probably hard to find in the woods," one of the assassins said in a low voice.
"We still have to find him. If these two don't die, no one will ever have peace again. And... don't you want the two hundred million dollar reward?" The assassin shouted as he searched.
"Two hundred million? US dollars?" The assassin's eyes lit up instantly. They quickly searched forward. With the power of money, he vowed that even if the target disappeared into a crack in the rock, he would find him.
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