Standoff
Without warning, a bullet came falling from the sky.
Chen Yu Bo lay prone on the ground, his vision darkening as waves of cold crept through his heart. But Ji Jue felt even colder—so cold it was like the double-door refrigerator he had bought a few days ago.
He instinctively analyzed the trajectory between the impact point and the shooter, only to realize that among so many people, the only person in that line of fire was Chen Yu Bo, who had just been grinning foolishly beside him.
They were screwed—the boss was the target!
The roaring sound still echoed among the mountains in mid-air. They had only just landed, and before Chen Yu Bo could even react, the silent Kunpeng erupted into a roar once more.
The engine revved at high speed, burning rubber in place and spinning wildly. Under Ji Jue's command, it kicked up dust and dirt from the ground while spewing out thick smoke from incompletely burned fuel.
The instant Ji Jue's palm slammed down against the ground, the surrounding streetlights suddenly went out.
The abrupt shift from light to darkness caught the distant shooter off guard for a moment. But when he leaned back to his scope, he discovered that the two people who had been lying on the ground had vanished without a trace!
The scope swept over the chaotic scene and the scattering crowd before quickly locking onto a vehicle hastily reversing away at high speed.
After two more loud explosions, the empty sports car flipped over onto the ground.
It exploded, burning fiercely.
From beginning to end, no one crawled out of it.
Beneath the dry leaves and mud in the drainage ditch, Chen Yu Bo was squeezed into a narrow crevice, gasping violently as Ji Jue pinned him down so