Meanwhile, Wan Yunting sat in the passenger seat of his car, driven by Steward Lin Si.
He had initially intended to find a designated driver, but Fang Shoushan insisted that Lin Si personally escort Wan Yunting back. This showed the Fang family's high regard for their relationship with him...
"Uncle Lin, how long have you worked for the Fang family?"
Bored, Wan Yunting turned to Steward Lin and struck up a conversation, as there was still some distance to travel back to his second brother's place from Fang Yanxi's home.
"Me?"
Lin Si, driving, glanced at him and smiled, "I started working with Old Master Fang when I was in my twenties. However, I'm naturally slow-witted and not cut out for business, so I watched the Fang Group grow from nothing, step by step."
"Later, as I got older, the Old Master kept me by his side, driving him around, taking care of household matters. The Old Master was very good to me, giving me a monthly salary of..."
Listening to him recount past events, Wan Yunting smiled and nodded, captivated by the stories.
Just then, a motorcycle appeared behind them. Its strong high beams shone into the car's left side rearview mirror. Annoyed, Lin Si said, "These young riders have no regard for traffic rules, weaving all over the road. We're always worried about hitting them."
"Yeah..."
Wan Yunting echoed his sentiment. He turned to look at the motorcycle gradually catching up behind them. The rider wore a helmet, making it impossible to see their face.
"Hmm!"
For some reason, Wan Yunting's eyebrows twitched; he found the figure strangely familiar.
The next moment, the pursuing motorcycle swerved to the right of the silver sedan, directly in front of Wan Yunting in the passenger seat. Then, the rider unhesitatingly pulled out a handgun with their left hand and fired at Wan Yunting.
"Watch out..."
Seeing this, Wan Yunting's expression instantly turned grim. He quickly leaned forward, grabbed the steering wheel, and shouted, "Brake..."
*Bang!*
A bullet was fired from the silenced pistol. However, due to Wan Yunting forcefully turning the steering wheel and Lin Si hitting the brakes promptly, the bullet struck the car's hood.
The motorcyclist, a phantom in black,’s eyes widened. She immediately fired multiple shots.
*Boom...*
Several bullet holes appeared in the windshield, cracking and shattering the glass. The sedan began to sway, finally crashing uncontrollably into the roadside guardrail. Smoke billowed from the front of the car, and there was no movement from within.
The phantom ahead also stopped. With a swift movement, she dismounted, her long, shapely legs carrying her off the bike. She held the handgun in her left hand, her sharp eyes and overall demeanor exuding a fierce aura.
However, there was no movement from the car’s occupants. The phantom cautiously approached the car, walking directly to the passenger side at the front. Then, she quickly rushed forward, holding the gun with both hands, aiming to fire at the passenger seat.
The next second, the phantom's pupils dilated. A thin silver needle sliced through the air, flying out from the car and towards her.
The phantom immediately turned to dodge, but in that instant, the right car door was violently kicked open. A furious Wan Yunting burst out and, before the phantom could react, delivered a powerful kick to her stomach.
*Bang!*
She was sent flying in a straight line, as if hit by a truck. Her handgun clattered to the ground. She then slammed hard onto the road and rolled a couple of times. The phantom's pretty face contorted in pain, waves of agony churning in her abdomen. Gritting her teeth, she clutched her stomach with her right hand, struggling to get up, but her legs gave out, and she collapsed onto the asphalt.
"You really are a persistent nuisance."
Wan Yunting walked towards her with a cold expression, kicking the handgun lying on the ground away. The phantom, still kneeling and clutching her stomach, again produced a handgun from her back and resolutely opened fire at the approaching Wan Yunting.
This man is too terrifying!
*Bang bang bang...*
The unsilenced pistol spat bullets repeatedly, the deafening shots echoing through the expansive road, causing approaching cars to stop and turn back.
Yet, Wan Yunting's footsteps did not falter. His cold, piercing eyes were fixed on the phantom before him. He moved rapidly, dodging with incredible agility. Bullets whizzed past his ear, shoulder, and waist, but none hit him, as if they had eyes and deliberately avoided him.
"You're dead tonight!"
Wan Yunting's face was grim. He recognized the woman as the assassin who had attempted to kill him twice before. He couldn't believe her persistence. After her failure in South Korea, she had the audacity to show up again tonight. This time, he absolutely wouldn't let her get away so easily.
"Damn it..."
Seeing how close her opponent could dodge bullets with such sharp reflexes, the phantom felt a sense of powerlessness and fear for the first time in her life.
As her bullets ran out, Wan Yunting appeared before her. Without hesitation, he delivered a powerful kick to the phantom's motorcycle helmet. She skidded several meters across the road before stopping.
*Clang...*
The cracked helmet rolled to the side of the road, revealing the phantom's face. Blood trickled from her left forehead, and a ringing sound echoed in her ears. The severe pain in her head left her dazed. She lay on the ground, struggling, unable to get up.
At this moment, Steward Lin Si stumbled out from behind, his face filled with shock and fear. Wan Yunting glanced back, relieved to see he was unharmed.
"I told you last time in South Korea, you'd need a hundred more years to kill me!"
Wan Yunting approached the phantom and spoke, flicking his head. She, having regained her senses, met his gaze with fierce eyes, like a cornered wolf that refused to yield, her clenched teeth trembling slightly.
Perhaps it was her unwillingness to accept defeat, or perhaps it was fear!
"Hmph."
Wan Yunting snorted and then took out his phone, calling Niu Qiuling. "I've caught the assassin who tried to kill me last time. Bring your people over immediately..."
"Kill me!"
Suddenly, the phantom spoke in Chinese, her eyes glaring at Wan Yunting, her teeth gritted as she said coldly, "Kill me. I don't want to go to a Chinese prison!"
"Kill you?"
Wan Yunting put down his phone and chuckled, "Killing someone would give me a guilty conscience, so I won't kill you!"
Her eyes fixed on him, the phantom then swiftly pulled out a dagger. This time, instead of attacking Wan Yunting to escape, she aimed it directly at her own neck, ready to plunge it in.
The phantom knew that this man's strength far exceeded her expectations. No matter how much she struggled, she wouldn't be able to escape his grasp.
Besides, if she returned, she would face humiliation from her organization. It was better to end it here. She had long grown weary of her assassin's life.
*Clack!*
However, Wan Yunting reacted with lightning speed, batting the dagger out of her hand. This sent the phantom into a fit of uncontrolled rage, and she roared, "Why? Why won't you kill me..."
Wan Yunting pointed at her, shouting, "I told you, I don't kill people, and I won't let you commit suicide either!"
"Why?"
The phantom's eyes widened, her body trembling slightly. Gritting her teeth, she angrily said, "I can't kill you, so why won't you let me kill myself? I'll be eliminated by the organization if I go back..."
"Eliminated? What would be the consequence?"
Wan Yunting narrowed his eyes. This was the third time he had encountered this female assassin. To be honest, he admired her courage and tenacity, her unyielding spirit that kept her going until her goal was achieved, which Wan Yunting found very commendable.
"Death!"
The phantom's eyes widened, staring fixedly at Wan Yunting. She knew that with this failure, not only would her ranking within the organization be lowered, but she would also be eliminated, meaning killed.
This was because her three failures had tarnished the reputation of the Manluosha organization!
"What if I don't want you to die?"
Wan Yunting smiled, a different idea forming in his mind.
His words stunned the phantom, and her eyes became vacant as she stared at the man before her...