They quickly reached the place where the car had been chased.
Chen Fan jumped down the slope and saw the riddled Land Rover overturned in a rice paddy.
Han Wei was sitting on the ground, covered in blood, while Zhao Quan was unconscious on the ridge by the ditch.
Both looked miserable.
The car had crashed after driving off the road. Chen Fan had detached himself mid-fall and couldn't attend to them. Their condition was clearly dire.
Chen Fan rushed over and asked, "How is he?"
"His thigh was slashed, he lost a lot of blood and is unconscious. If you hadn't come, he might not have survived the night!"
Seeing Chen Fan, Han Wei breathed a sigh of relief.
Despite her anxiety, her upbringing and profession had given her a strong mental fortitude, and she remained calm.
Chen Fan saw that Zhao Quan's trouser leg was torn open, the wound tied with a cloth strip, completely soaked in blood.
In comparison, other scratches and impacts were minor.
Untying the cloth strip, Chen Fan examined the wound, performed hemostasis and first aid, and said, "He needs to be sent to the hospital!"
"How's it over there?"
Han Wei glanced into the distance and asked.
"All enemies have been dealt with."
After tending to Zhao Quan's injury, he looked at Han Wei and asked, "How are you? Are you alright?"
Han Wei pointed to a wound on her forehead, "What about my people?"
Chen Fan shook his head and said, "The car was blown up, they probably didn't survive."
Han Wei gave a wry smile, "I didn't expect being my bodyguard to be such a dangerous job."
"Let's go. We can deal with the aftermath later, we need to leave quickly!"
Picking up Zhao Quan, Chen Fan climbed towards the road.
"Old Ma knows what happened and is already on his way," Han Wei said. "He's an old classmate from the police academy, trustworthy. However, he can't bring many people!"
Chen Fan wasn't surprised.
The other party had considerable power, daring to use heavy weaponry to set up an ambush on the road. They would have handled other matters to prevent official intervention.
Old Ma held a not-low position, but the police force he could mobilize would likely be limited.
"Let's go first!"
Carrying Zhao Quan, he reached the line of cars, found one with keys that was relatively intact, placed Zhao Quan in the back seat, and drove away from the scene with Han Wei.
Han Wei started making calls, mobilizing the Han family's influence.
Experiencing such an incident, she was both terrified and enraged, and naturally wouldn't let it go.
But Chen Fan could guess that the final outcome might not be very satisfactory.
The Han family's influence was mainly in official circles. Against a shadowy power like that, even a strong crackdown might not be able to deliver a heavy blow.
However, some people and forces in the local area would surely be implicated, and investigating would at least cause them some trouble.
Chen Fan drove directly towards the capital.
He wasn't entirely at ease at the checkpoints.
Given that the other party was willing to reveal heavy weaponry, Zhao Quan might know some crucial secrets.
This area was within the enemy's sphere of influence, and Chen Fan dared not be careless.
If Zhao Quan, already injured and unconscious, were to endure more trouble, he might not make it.
As they drove towards the highway entrance, a few minutes later, three police cars with sirens blaring approached and stopped a short distance away. Old Ma led his team out of the cars and waited.
Chen Fan drove over. Old Ma rushed forward to check, and only then did he breathe a sigh of relief upon seeing Han Wei alive.
After a brief explanation of the situation, Han Wei asked Old Ma to escort them back to the capital.
As for the scene, it would be reported, and someone would come to clean up.
Of course, Old Ma also sent men to investigate the scene.
Under police escort, about half an hour into the highway, the roar of engines could be heard from above.
Two helicopters were approaching from the direction of the capital.
Han Wei received a call, confirmed their identities, and the two helicopters flew low, beginning their escort.
Exiting the highway, another convoy of police cars escorted them all the way to a special police hospital in the capital.
The hospital had already been alerted, and top experts were called in overnight.
However, this was overkill. Neither Zhao Quan nor Han Wei's injuries required top specialists; ordinary surgeons could handle them.
As for Chen Fan himself, he hadn't been shot. The blood the bandit commander saw was actually from the bandits.
Once they entered the hospital, police presence covered the entire floor to prevent any incidents.
No further complications arose. Zhao Quan's injuries were treated and bandaged, and he only needed an IV drip.
Han Wei also received stitches, and thanks to the top expert's work, there was no need to worry about scarring.
After a night of turmoil, Han Wei was exhausted. She excused herself to Chen Fan and rested in a hospital room.
Chen Fan, keeping watch over Zhao Quan, also dozed off. Only the police officers on duty outside worked hard.
This was not only due to the Han family's influence but also Han Wei's own position and standing.
She held a significant position in the capital's police force, and with her capabilities and family background, her future was immeasurable.
After dozing for a few hours on the accompanying bed, dawn broke, and a groan startled Chen Fan awake.
He opened his eyes and looked at Zhao Quan.
"Chen... Tianjiao!" Zhao Quan, having woken up, confirmed his surroundings. "Are you… are you alright?"
"I'm fine," Chen Fan replied. "Last night was a minor skirmish, not enough to injure me."
Zhao Quan looked somewhat dazed.
Last night's scenes of gunfire and bullets were his first. To Chen Fan, it was just a minor skirmish?
However, considering Chen Fan's status as The Undefeated Heavenly King, it seemed fitting.
"You're safe now. I've arranged for breakfast. Tell me what you know!"
"Okay, okay!"
Zhao Quan nodded, then sheepishly added, "I need to use the restroom."
Chen Fan didn't mind and helped him up to go to the bathroom.
After flushing and returning, Zhao Quan's spirits seemed better, but he appeared unsure where to begin.
"First, tell me what you know. What exactly happened back in Qingyan Town?" Chen Fan asked sternly.
Recalling the events of that year, Zhao Quan's face showed deep regret.
If he hadn't been entangled in those affairs, his family wouldn't have been destroyed.
His hatred for the murderers of his parents and relatives ran deep.
"Actually, I don't know much. When you destroyed those seven major families, though I was terrified, I thought I wouldn't be involved."
"Unexpectedly, you didn't find me, but *they* did."
Zhao Quan said through gritted teeth, "If I hadn't gone out with friends that night, I wouldn't have survived. Afterward, I was hunted and narrowly escaped death several times, losing a leg and two fingers. Finally, Cang Ye saved me and took me in."
"Who are they?" Chen Fan's expression darkened.
"It must be an organization. Cang Ye was very secretive about it, very few people knew that name, and he never mentioned it. So, I can't be sure. It sounded something like the Brotherhood?"
Brotherhood?
The name sounded like a gang's name.
But the problem was, within Great Xia, no gang possessed the strength and capability to mobilize heavy weaponry overnight and set up an open ambush with artillery.
The name might not be accurate, but since Zhao Quan didn't know, Chen Fan didn't dwell on it, waiting for Zhao Quan to continue.
Zhao Quan closed his eyes, his face etched with profound pain, and said, "Back then, I was just a runner for Young Master He and his companions, running errands for them and their entertainment..."