"I've returned with many matters to attend to, and I have no time for pretense and politeness."
Looking at the cold-faced, black-haired boy before him, the old man shook his head with a wry smile, knowing that further persuasion would be futile.
Sitting next to Chen Xiao, Yidileisi was gazing out the window at the street scene. Upon hearing the words "ants," she nodded slightly, unsurprised.
For her and Chen Xiao, ordinary people were indeed no different from plants and insects; life and death were just a matter of a single thought.
George, sitting diagonally opposite with a wine glass in hand, was speechless with astonishment. How could his cousin speak so sharply?
As the convoy approached the city, it was about to turn right at the next intersection and onto the main road leading to the west of the city.
At that moment, Chen Xiao said in a calm yet firm tone, "Butler, have the convoy stop immediately after turning right."
"Young Master?" The old butler was taken aback.
"Fifty meters down that road, there's a body buried in the woods on the left."
"What!" The old man's pupils contracted, filled with surprise and disbelief.
At this point, they were still hundreds of meters from the intersection, not to mention the distance after the turn. How could Chen Xiao have known this beforehand?
Despite his inner turmoil, he quickly said in a deep voice, "Did you all hear that? The young master said there are ambushes in the woods on the left bank, fifty meters after the intersection. Pass it on immediately!"
"Understood!" The driver grabbed the walkie-talkie, his voice tense.
"Boss, the young master has ordered us to turn right at the intersection ahead, and there's an ambush hidden in the woods on the left!"
"Ambush!?"
Inside the lead armored vehicle, Stodod's eyes narrowed sharply, and he hissed, "Immediately request permission from the young master: Should we detour, or simply eliminate them?"
He did not question Chen Xiao's judgment, but waited for instructions.
The driver quickly relayed over the walkie-talkie. "The young master said to follow the original route, but turn right and stop at the intersection."
"Receive!"
Stodod immediately deduced that the young master should strike first. He agreed in a deep voice and then immediately gave orders to all personnel via walkie-talkie, especially instructing the heavy machine gunners on the armored vehicles to be on high alert.
The Rocket in the car's trunk have been deactivated and are ready to be fired at any time.
Sizzle!
The convoy came to a sudden stop after turning right into the fork in the road, the screeching sound of tires rubbing against the ground.
Inside the carriage, Chen Xiao turned to look at Yidileisi, a slight smile playing on his lips, "Want to stretch your muscles?"
A spark of excitement ignited in Yidileisi's eyes. "Darling, can I make my move now?"
Chen Xiao nodded. "I brought you here precisely to see blood. Come on, get out of the car."
Before he finished speaking, he had already pushed open the car door and stepped out.
Yidileisi smiled excitedly, grabbed the long knife leaning against the chair, and nimbly flipped off the car.
The old butler and George exchanged a glance, then silently followed.
At the same time, the doors of the other commercial vehicles in the convoy popped open, and team members dressed in tactical combat uniforms and carrying submachine guns quickly got out of the vehicles, leaning against the bodies and spreading out in a fan shape to form a perimeter.
The roof of the armored vehicle ahead opened, and Stodod quickly jumped down. He was also dressed in combat gear, carrying an AK-47 on his shoulder, and walked briskly towards them with a furrowed brow. "Young Master, why did you come down yourself?"
"Come down and clear the area."
Chen Xiao said calmly, "You all hold your positions. I'll handle those ambushes hiding in the shadows ahead. You can stretch your muscles first."
"What?!"
Stodod, the old butler, and George were all taken aback, their faces filled with astonishment.
"What, are you worried about me getting into trouble?"
Chen Xiao glanced at the three men, then with a slight flick of his wrist, the pistol tucked into Stodod's waist miraculously flew out of its sheath and landed steadily in his palm.
Before anyone could react, he deftly disengaged the safety, raised his hand to his left palm, and pulled the trigger.
Bang!
A loud explosion rang out, startling everyone. They instinctively gripped their weapons, turned their heads to look around, and their nerves instantly tightened.
In the center of the convoy, Stodod and George stood frozen, mouths agape, staring intently at Chen Xiao's outstretched left palm. The Negasonic Teenage Warhead was deeply embedded in his flesh, twisted and deformed, as if crushed by an invisible force.
Chen Xiao casually tossed the gun back to Stodod, his tone indifferent. "Don't worry, this kind of thing can't hurt me."
"From now on, you just need to watch."
Before he finished speaking, he had already led Yidileisi forward.
He wanted to see for himself just how powerful her ability to absorb life energy really was.
Of course, it's quite interesting.
While fighting an evenly matched opponent is certainly exhilarating, overwhelmingly sweeping away the weaker enemies also brings a different kind of satisfaction, like charging into a vast army where the Blade cuts through everything in its path.
The drizzle continued to fall softly from the sky. The Bloody Hand Society members behind them held their breath, while the armed men lurking in the woods in the distance were also stunned, their eyes following the two figures.
Chen Xiao and Yidileisi walked side by side, their steps leisurely as if they were just a couple taking a stroll in the rain.
That relaxed and carefree demeanor was nothing like someone heading into a deadly situation.
Even more strangely, when all the raindrops approached Chen Xiao within half a meter, they seemed to hit an invisible barrier and slid away, creating a dry vacuum zone.
The red-haired girl lightly licked her lower lip, a glint of scarlet light flashing in her eyes, her voice soft yet dangerous. "Darling~ In a moment, will you make the first move, or should I?"
Chen Xiao glanced at him. "I'll hold off their fire from the front. You're strong, but your armor is thin, making you more suited for flanking maneuvers."
The girl turned her face, her smile bright, "Darling~ You were worried about me? I'm so happy!"
"This is basic tactical coordination," Chen Xiao said expressionlessly.
"Hehe~ No, this is my darling's special tender care!"
She tossed her long hair triumphantly, put her hands behind her back, interlaced her fingers to grip the scabbard, and walked with light steps, her whole being radiating joy.
Dozens of meters away in the dense forest, more than fifty armed men were scattered and lying in ambush, spreading out in an arc-shaped encirclement more than twenty meters long along the road, completely blocking that section of the road.
They were armed with submachine guns, light machine guns, rifles, grenade launchers, and several Rocket specifically designed for anti-armor purposes; their firepower far exceeded the local police's ability to respond.
Only when regular troops are deployed will we dare to confront them head-on.
This is the true significance of Mexico's underworld.
But at this moment, the ambush men looked suspicious, staring intently at the convoy parked at the intersection in the distance, and then at the two men and women who had broken away from the group and were walking straight towards them.
The burly man leading the group had a grim expression and asked in a low voice, " Chad, did the information leak out?"
The tall, thin man lying prone in the mud beside him frowned and hesitated, saying, "Boss, logically speaking, an inside man wouldn't betray us..."
He paused for a moment, then pulled out a photo. It was Chen Xiao's student ID photo from his early school days, showing him looking young and innocent, a stark contrast to the cold and stern face before him.
His eyes lit up. "Boss! It's him! That walking man is the only remaining direct descendant of the Chen Family!"
"You mean... that person walking towards us is the last direct heir of the Chen Family?"
"That's right! The target of this operation is him!"
"We thought it would be difficult to make a move with the convoy so heavily guarded, but unexpectedly, he got out of the car himself and headed straight for our ambush point..."
At this point, surprise and elation ignited in both of their eyes.
As the commanders of this ambush, they knew their target was a Mutants.
But according to the leader, this kid is at most incredibly strong, enough to deal with a dozen or so unarmed ordinary people; but if he really runs into them fully armed, he'll still take them down with a single shot.
Now, the prey are actually walking into the hunting net.
The burly Torid quickly turned around and ordered in a low voice, "Pass the word down: open fire as soon as those two step within twenty meters! Focus fire on the man first!"
"Clear!"
Just as the ambushers held their breath, aimed, and placed their fingers on the trigger,
In the rear of the convoy, Stodod finally couldn't contain himself any longer and turned to the old butler, his voice tense. "Old butler, are you really not going to do anything about the young master? What if..."
The old butler's expression was solemn, and he hesitated slightly. "This was the young master's own decision. Besides, you saw that shot with your own eyes."
He paused, then emphasized, " Stodod, get everyone into battle mode immediately."
"If the situation changes, rush over immediately to provide support and cover the young master's retreat."
"Any of us can die, but the young master cannot be harmed. Otherwise, when we return to Pochutla, we'll all be like stray dogs. The patriarch's old subordinates won't take in those who have failed in their duties, and no one will dare entrust their lives to us."
Despite Chen Xiao's recent demonstration of a physique that even close-range pistol fire couldn't penetrate, the two still dared not let their guard down.
Because the Chen Family is too important to him.
Stodod's expression hardened. "I understand."
Unlike the thugs on the streets, they were elites rigorously trained by the Chen Family from a young age.
If they can't even protect the safety of the family head after being recalled from the front lines, then the meaning of their existence will be completely shattered.
No one dares to trust them anymore; even if they switch sides, they will only become cannon fodder that can be discarded at any time.
Chen Xiao heard all of this: the rhythm of breathing in the forest ahead, the subtle click of bullets being chambered, every whisper in the convoy behind him, even the varying density of raindrops hitting the leaves—all of it clearly reached his ears.
"As expected, I need to show some real skill to keep things in check. Otherwise, these people are too narrow-minded and will be difficult to manage in the future."
His tone was calm, but his steps never faltered.
At this moment, he and Yidileisi had stepped within twenty meters of the ambush zone.
In an instant, a group of armed men sprang up from the woods, their bodies wrapped in ammunition belts, holding submachine guns, their faces contorted, and without hesitation pulled the triggers.
Gunshots rang out, bullets rained down like a storm, tearing through the air and emitting a piercing whistle.
Chen Xiao glanced at the ridiculously slow bullets, too lazy to even think about dodging. He simply raised his hand to Yidileisi behind him, signaling her to stop, while he himself remained motionless.
Clang! Clang! Clang! Clang!
Hundreds of bullets struck him in succession, producing muffled metallic thuds, sparks flying, and intense heat.
The surrounding ground was also hit by a dense hail of bullets, causing stones to fly everywhere, cement to crack, and billowing dust to rise, creating a deafening roar.
Behind him, Yidileisi stood with her hands behind her back, a smile playing on her lips, watching with great interest the changing expressions on the faces in the distance, from fierceness to astonishment, and then to utter pallor, without a trace of worry.
The menacing look on the faces of the gunmen in the woods was rapidly fading: first they froze, then their pupils contracted sharply, and finally their faces turned ashen and their bodies went cold.