From the moment he arrived at Xishan Cemetery, Jiang Shaolong had been waiting for this moment.
The man, wearing a baseball cap, and judging by his build, it was indeed Mr. Xueyue.
The distance was a bit far, and he couldn't make out the specifics of the actions. Suddenly, he saw Su Yingxue stumble towards the side of the road, while Chen Fan suddenly erupted, striking Mr. Xueyue with a palm and knocking him to the ground.
There was also an inconspicuous sound mixed in.
"What happened?"
This scene was not within Jiang Shaolong's expectations. He couldn't help but be greatly alarmed.
...
As Chen Fan and Su Yingxue walked down, they paid no attention to the person approaching them with a bouquet of flowers.
This was a cemetery, and it was perfectly normal for someone to appear with flowers to pay respects.
But as they got closer, and the person stood by the roadside waiting for them to pass, casually turning the flowers in his hand, he became alert.
A large bunch of yellow chrysanthemums was held by two hands, the left underneath and the right on top.
His left hand was hidden by the flowers, not showing, which looked a bit strange.
Coupled with the baseball cap on his head and the sunglasses he wore, it all seemed suspicious.
Chen Fan's gaze immediately turned sharp, and a potent killing aura surged forth.
Without hesitation, he pushed Su Yingxue away and his body flickered, lunging at the man like a phantom.
He had experienced too many assassination attempts to count, possessing intuition and judgment that ordinary people could not imagine!
A flicker of shock flashed in the eyes behind the sunglasses. The flowers suddenly dropped to the ground, and Xueyue's left hand was revealed, holding a pistol, its muzzle pointed at Chen Fan.
A silencer was also attached to the barrel.
He hadn't expected the target's reaction to be this swift. He immediately pulled the trigger.
*Puff!*
A silenced gunshot rang out.
But the shot missed.
A violent killing aura swept in, threatening to engulf Xueyue, making it difficult for him to breathe.
And Chen Fan's figure was as fast as an illusion; he twisted, and the gun went wide.
After firing just one shot, Xueyue had no time to adjust the aim of the gun. His wrist ached, and the gun flew out of his hand.
Without any room to struggle, his throat tightened, and he was lifted off the ground, crashing heavily onto a tombstone by the roadside.
Intense pain struck him, and his vision went black. Despair welled up in his heart.
He knew he had run into a tough opponent, and his understanding of the target was ridiculously shallow.
As an assassin, the outcome in such a situation could only be one: death!
"Damn employer, you've set me up to die!"
He pleaded with his eyes, hoping Chen Fan would interrogate him about the mastermind, perhaps then he could still survive.
As for professional ethics of an assassin, they were no longer important in the face of survival.
But he didn't get the chance.
He heard the sound of his own neck snapping.
Amidst the crack of his vertebrae breaking, his consciousness plunged into darkness.
He hadn't even uttered a single extra word.
Too ruthless...
His final thought flashed, filled with resentment, and his consciousness dissipated.
The killing aura surged, and Chen Fan turned to look at Su Yingxue.
She was covering her head, bright red blood trickling from between her fingers, staining her clothes.
Chen Fan's eyes blazed with killing intent, but he forcibly suppressed it, rushing over to check, "Yingxue, are you alright?"
"I'm bleeding, and I'm a little dizzy."
Su Yingxue looked at Xueyue's corpse in shock and said.
"Let me see!"
He moved Su Yingxue's hand away to look. It was an injury caused by Su Yingxue hitting her head on a tombstone by the roadside.
In the moment of crisis, he had pushed Su Yingxue away with considerable force, which had led to this consequence.
Feeling both anxious and angry, he had Su Yingxue press down on the wound, then crouched and said, "We're going to the hospital immediately. I'll carry you down."
Su Yingxue's pretty face flushed, but after a moment's thought, she didn't refuse.
Carrying Su Yingxue on his back, Chen Fan stomped on the gun, crushing it, and sprinted towards the parking lot.
In less than a minute, he reached the parked Land Rover. He found a towel in the car, had Su Yingxue press on her wound, and quickly started the engine.
He took out his phone and dialed a number, saying in a chilling tone, "I'm at Xishan Cemetery, heading towards the city now. Contact the nearest hospital for me!"
"Mr. Chen... alright!" Jiang Tiansheng was extremely shocked and agreed without asking further questions.
Chen Fan hung up the phone and called Qin Tianyou.
"Xishan Cemetery, I've encountered an assassin's attack. Bring your men and rush over immediately to handle the aftermath and investigate. I want the mastermind identified within twenty-four hours."
"As you command!"
Qin Tianyou replied solemnly.
He wasn't worried about Chen Fan, this invincible war god, but daring to assassinate a war god, was this utter lawlessness?
Were all sorts of demons and monsters coming out in this small territory of Hang Jiang?
"Brother Chen, don't rush, drive slower!"
Su Yingxue comforted Chen Fan in return, saying, "It seems the bleeding has stopped."
"Still, it needs to be dealt with immediately."
Chen Fan said, "Don't worry, Yingxue, I will absolutely not let you have a scar. I'm sorry, I used a bit too much force in my haste just now, which caused your injury!"
"It's fine," Su Yingxue smiled. "The wound is on the side of my forehead; my hair can cover it. Besides, it's not your fault!"
Looking at Chen Fan's unprecedented anger and urgency, her heart felt somewhat complex.
She felt moved, yet also a little sad.
She truly hoped that the person in her heart was Brother Chen.
It was just a pity that Brother Chen was definitely not the boy who comforted her in the darkness fifteen years ago, the one who gave her courage and allowed her to persevere through any difficulties afterward, her 'hero' in her heart.
She remembered that he had said he was from the capital and came from a good family.
And Brother Chen's family background was certainly not good, otherwise, he wouldn't have been a live-in son-in-law in the Su family!
A sense of sadness and loss filled her heart, and she didn't notice that Chen Fan was driving this Land Rover at nearly two hundred kilometers per hour, like a flash of lightning, weaving through traffic.
The phone rang. It was Jiang Tiansheng calling, "Mr. Chen, I've contacted Xicheng Hospital, I'll be there soon!"
"Good!"
Chen Fan replied with a single word and sped towards Xicheng Hospital at the fastest speed possible.
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Xishan Cemetery.
Jiang Shaolong saw Mr. Xueyue being restrained by Chen Fan, then fall to the ground and never get up.
And Chen Fan actually carried Su Yingxue on his back and dashed down the mountain, disappearing from sight.
He didn't know exactly what had happened, but he was certain that Mr. Xueyue had failed!
Su Yingxia also saw it and asked, "What's going on? Why isn't that person getting up?"
Jiang Shaolong suddenly thought of a possibility, his face turning deathly pale. He ignored Su Yingxia and hurried over.
Several people from the Su family also noticed and followed to check.
Most people, like Su Yufang and Wen Yanqiu, the women, had not noticed what was happening over there at all.
Reaching the scene, Jiang Shaolong saw Mr. Xueyue lying beside a tombstone, his neck twisted to one side, completely still.
He's really... dead?
Jiang Shaolong's body couldn't help but tremble.
An hour ago, this Mr. Xueyue had been sitting in the same car with him, talking.
And now, he had become a cold corpse.
Moreover, he knew that Mr. Xueyue was a professional assassin, ranked among the top one thousand in the global underground world.
A ranking of one thousand might not sound high, but with the world's population, and millions of active mercenaries, assassins, brokers, and agents in the underground world,
To be ranked in the top thousand, in the ancient profession of assassins, Mr. Xueyue must have achieved remarkable success.
But Jiang Shaolong remembered that it had only taken a few seconds for Mr. Xueyue to fall.
This was too terrifying!