"Sorry to keep you from your date, Du Fei."
Du Fei glanced at Gong Chengbin in the rearview mirror. The man wore a look of sincere guilt as he spoke.
He had to admit, Gong Chengbin was sometimes incredibly carefree.
At a time like this, he was still thinking about women?
"Second Young Master Gong, at a time like this, you're still thinking of me. Should I act touched?"
Du Fei teased deliberately.
After the initial panic, Gong Chengbin's emotions had stabilized considerably. He even had the mood to crack jokes.
"Oh, we're brothers, of course. By the way, Du Fei, with your amazing medical skills, do you have any medicine that can let me fly over rooftops or live for a hundred years? Get me some to try..."
Bang!
Bang!
Two more gunshots.
Gong Chengbin nervously ducked down.
"I don't have the kind of medicine you're talking about, but the guy chasing you from behind, he's got plenty of bullets. Want to try them?"
Hearing Du Fei's words, Gong Chengbin couldn't help but flip the other person off.
Although Du Fei was driving very fast, the vehicle he was driving was primarily a commercial van designed for comfort and carrying passengers.
The guy shooting at them from behind, however, was driving a Porsche sports car.
The gap between their vehicles was closing rapidly. The pursuer, disregarding other cars on the road, continued to shoot at Du Fei.
If this continued, even if they weren't hit by bullets, if the tires were shot out, it would still be very dangerous.
So, Du Fei decided to change his route.
Telling Gong Chengbin in the back seat to fasten his seatbelt, Du Fei sharply turned the steering wheel, driving the car towards the mountain road ahead and to the side.
Although Du Fei's decision to change routes was impulsive, he couldn't shake off the assassin in the Porsche sports car behind them.
The other driver's skills were also exceptional. Within the blink of an eye, he reacted, swerving the car, and despite the frantic honking from other vehicles, continued to pursue Du Fei.
"Du Fei, where are you going?"
Gong Chengbin had been silent initially, but seeing Du Fei drive the minivan onto the mountain road, he finally couldn't help but ask.
Du Fei replied without turning his head, "To find a place to deal with this persistent tail."
After being chased and shot at for so long, Du Fei was honestly getting a little annoyed.
However, he knew very well that with his current abilities, he couldn't withstand bullets directly. He needed to get up close.
After receiving Du Fei's answer, Gong Chengbin fell silent again.
"A Bin, crawl up here and drive. You take the wheel."
Although he didn't know what Du Fei was planning, Gong Chengbin immediately complied.
He understood clearly that the only thing he could do now was follow Du Fei's instructions and execute them precisely.
He had encountered a similar situation before, and Du Fei had saved him.
This time, if he wanted to survive unharmed, Du Fei was his only hope.
The two carefully switched positions, and Du Fei gave Gong Chengbin a few more instructions.
Gong Chengbin nodded with a serious expression.
The minivan continued to move forward. As the car approached a sharp turn, its speed suddenly slowed down.
At that moment, the passenger door was flung open, and a figure leaped out.
When the Porsche sports car reached the same spot, there was a loud bang.
A stone, about the size of a fist, accurately hit the speeding vehicle.
Screech!
Screech!
The driver of the Porsche sports car reacted quickly, slamming on the brakes. The tires let out a loud friction sound against the ground.
"You think by delaying me, you can let him get away? No one who has been targeted by Blood Hand ever escapes."
As soon as the Porsche sports car came to a halt, a person immediately sprang out from within.
He was of medium height, dressed in a black, form-fitting suit, with an ordinary face. However, the most striking feature was the pair of fiery red gloves he wore.
After getting out of the car, he stared coldly at Du Fei by the roadside.
"If you had stayed hidden and shot from a distance, perhaps I would have been a little concerned. But now that we're this close, hmph."
Du Fei sneered at the person calling himself Blood Hand.
The distance between them was about five or six meters, not exactly close.
But for Du Fei, at this distance, he could dodge a bullet immediately if the other person fired. He was confident in his speed.
What Du Fei didn't expect, however, was that Blood Hand actually threw his gun to the ground and crossed his arms.
It was unclear what material the fiery red gloves on his hands were made of. As he crossed his arms, there was a sound like metal clashing.
"It seems you're very confident in your martial arts, aren't you? Very well, then I'll make sure you die without regrets!"
With that, Blood Hand beckoned to Du Fei with a sinister grin.
Seeing that Du Fei didn't move, Blood Hand stomped his foot and charged at him.
Blood Hand threw a punch, accompanied by a subtle gust of wind that stung the face.
The reason this person was called Blood Hand was that all his skills were focused on his hands. Coupled with the specially refined gloves, which were said to be impervious to blades and arrows, his hand techniques were nearly invincible.
Bang!
Du Fei also threw a punch.
Their fists collided with a resounding thud.
Immediately after, Du Fei stood his ground, unmoved, while Blood Hand retreated two steps.
Seeing that Du Fei's fist was unharmed, Blood Hand's eyes widened in disbelief, as if he had seen something utterly impossible.
As one of the top twenty assassins in the assassin world, Blood Hand was confident that he wouldn't lose to anyone, even in the top ten, in a contest of pure strength.
Yet, here was Du Fei, who looked no older than twenty, taking an eight-tenths power punch from him and appearing completely unfazed. This was simply inconceivable.
"Take another punch!"
Blood Hand paused briefly, then threw another punch.
This time, Blood Hand exerted twelve-tenths of his strength. He was determined to break Du Fei's arm!
Crack!
The two fists met again. Indeed, someone's arm was broken.
However, it was Blood Hand whose arm was broken. Du Fei, on the other hand, remained unharmed.
"This is impossible! This is absolutely impossible!"
Blood Hand clutched his broken right arm with his left hand, murmuring in shock.
As Du Fei started to walk towards him, he heard a sound from behind.
Turning around, he saw that it was Gong Chengbin, driving the minivan back.
Du Fei had originally planned to call Gong Chengbin to return after dealing with Blood Hand.
But he hadn't expected Gong Chengbin to return, braving the danger. This truly surprised Du Fei.
"Now, tell me who sent you, and I'll consider whether to spare your life."
Nodding at Gong Chengbin, Du Fei began to question Blood Hand.