"Bang!"
Just as Da Xiong's voice fell, a gunshot followed.
For the first time, Chen Fan felt the breath of death.
Ignoring everything else, Chen Fan used all his strength to dodge to the side, trying to evade the bullet shot from behind.
A rapidly approaching bullet grazed Chen Fan's cheek, a burning sensation followed, and Chen Fan's face was already bleeding from the graze!
"Bang!"
Another gunshot.
This bullet, once again, flew towards Chen Fan.
Chen Fan had already turned around, and with his divine eyes, he could naturally see the trajectory of the bullet, which was flying directly towards his forehead.
He knew that with his feet not yet steady, he could no longer dodge.
He could only raise his arm, intending to block the bullet with it.
"Chen Fan!"
However, at this moment, a graceful figure suddenly appeared in front of Chen Fan.
For a moment, Chen Fan's eyes widened in horror, wanting to shout for her to move aside, but it was clearly too late.
Blood splattered, and a trace of blood stained Chen Fan's palm.
Her originally beautiful face showed a hint of pain, and she slowly fell to the ground.
Seeing this scene before him, Chen Fan was enraged, a murderous intent flashing in his eyes.
Blocking the bullet, Chen Fan lunged forward, appearing before Da Xiong, directly snatching a handgun and madly pulling the trigger towards the cement mixer truck.
This was Chen Fan's first time firing a gun, but with his divine eyes, his marksmanship was extremely accurate. A few shots wounded the assassin on the cement mixer truck.
"Vroom!"
The cement mixer truck started again, emitting a humming sound, and instantly fled into the distance.
At the same time, the four assassins who were originally lying on the ground saw all this, quickly got up, and fled towards the nearest car behind them, intending to escape in the chaos.
But just as the four of them got into the car, a motorcycle drove up and stopped in front of them.
"Damn it, get out of the way!"
The bald man pointed at the motorcycle and roared.
This roar also attracted the attention of Chen Fan and Da Xiong.
"You scoundrel, you still want to escape?! If I let you run today, I'll write my name Da Xiong backwards!" Da Xiong cursed and raised his pistol to shoot.
However, what happened next completely stunned Da Xiong.
The motorcycle that suddenly appeared had a handgun in its hand at some point.
"Bang bang bang bang!"
Four shots were fired in quick succession.
"Vroom!"
Twisting the throttle, the motorcycle quickly withdrew from the scene.
Da Xiong came back to his senses and hurried forward to check, but when he saw inside the car, he couldn't help but gasp. Four bullets, all aimed at vital points, and the bald man and the other three clearly had no signs of life.
"Brother Fan, they're all dead!" Da Xiong said to Chen Fan in a panic.
Chen Fan saw that there was no longer any danger around and, ignoring the four assassins, ran towards the graceful figure lying on the ground.
"Wenting, Wenting!"
It was Song Wenting who had blocked the bullet for Chen Fan just now.
At this moment, Chen Fan helped Song Wenting up and found that Song Wenting's back was completely soaked in blood.
"Don't worry about them, hurry back! She can't hold on much longer," Chen Fan instructed Da Xiong.
Seeing Song Wenting injured, Da Xiong dared not delay in the slightest and quickly got into the car, taking Chen Fan and the two of them away.
Glancing at the rearview mirror, he saw Song Wenting's face growing paler, and Da Xiong immediately accelerated to the maximum.
About ten minutes later, the Mercedes-Benz car drove into the parking lot of the private clubhouse.
Chen Fan, holding the injured Song Wenting, ran straight towards the operating room in the basement.
Back then, a basement operating room was built for Chen Fan's convenience in treating Long Zhiyun, and all the medical equipment was very complete.
Placing Song Wenting on the operating table, Chen Fan began surgery on Song Wenting alone.
Taking out scissors, Chen Fan cut open Song Wenting's long black dress, revealing her fair skin underneath.
However, due to excessive blood loss, her already fair skin appeared even paler, even devoid of any blood color.
Taking out a few silver needles, Chen Fan directly used the Nine Revolutions Universe Needle on Song Wenting to stabilize her dwindling qi and blood.
Afterward, Chen Fan began to remove the bullet from Song Wenting's body.
When he saw the bullet inside Song Wenting, Chen Fan felt a surge of lingering fear.
Because this bullet was only one centimeter away from Song Wenting's heart. If it had been one centimeter further to the left, even he would not have been able to save Song Wenting.
After suturing the wound and seeing Song Wenting's vital signs return to normal, Chen Fan finally breathed a long sigh of relief.
Then he used physiological saline to clean the bloodstains on Song Wenting's body, bandaged the wound, wrapped her in clean medical non-woven fabric, and then carried her back to her room.
Chen Fan even specifically asked a nurse to keep a constant watch on Song Wenting's condition.
"Brother Fan! It's my fault, I didn't plan the route well, and we were targeted!" Seeing Chen Fan come out of the room, Da Xiong looked full of self-reproach.
"It's not your fault." Chen Fan's face looked a little tired, and he patted Da Xiong's shoulder.
"Brother Fan, the kid from before said they were sent by Old Wolf from Mingzhou," Da Xiong said, his face full of anger.
Seeing Chen Fan remain silent, he asked again, "Brother Fan, how about I call Liang Chao and Er Gou to go and capture Old Wolf?"
"No need." Chen Fan waved his hand.
Da Xiong was stunned: "Brother Fan, you plan to let them go?"
"When we return, we will settle this account with him," a murderous glint flashed in Chen Fan's eyes.
He then looked at Da Xiong: "Go and investigate the cement mixer truck at that construction site. I suspect there are more assassins than just them."
"Brother Fan, you mean someone else wants to make a move on you?"
"Do you think the bald man was lying?" Chen Fan retorted.
"At that time, they definitely wouldn't lie. Could it be that the people in the cement mixer truck weren't with them?"
Chen Fan nodded slightly and instructed again: "You must find the person driving the cement mixer truck, and also identify the identities of the bald man and the other three."
"Yes! I'll go and check now!" With that, Da Xiong turned and left the corridor.
Seeing Da Xiong leave, Chen Fan fell into deep thought again. The bald man and the other three were clearly not professional assassins. Their clumsy methods left too many loopholes, and their identities would be easy to find.
But there must be some connection between them, otherwise, they wouldn't have met there by chance, as if the assassin in the cement mixer truck knew when they would pass by.
And the person on the motorcycle, to this day, Chen Fan still doesn't know if that person is an enemy or a friend.
"Mr. Chen, Miss Song has woken up."
Just as Chen Fan was pondering these clues, the door suddenly opened, and the female nurse from before walked out.
Chen Fan heard this and quickly walked into Song Wenting's room.
The female nurse, wisely, stood outside the door, waiting for Chen Fan to come out.