Chapter 218: Mockery

Chapter 218: Chapter 218: Mockery

Less than ten minutes after Xu Zhihong and his men left, one of the two men in black leather jackets and large sunglasses who had left earlier returned alone, wiping the sweat from his face as he entered through the door.

Yuan Ye and Tangtang saw someone returning but didn't see any sign of Yang Chen. The last glimmer of hope shattered, knowing that Yang Chen had been thrown into the sea!

They both knew Yang Chen was skilled, and they had hoped for a miraculous survival. Even though they knew the chances were slim, with his hands and feet bound and the enemy armed with tasers, the possibility was almost nonexistent.

Yuan Ye and Tangtang exchanged a glance, seeing the grief and regret in each other's eyes.

The man with the sharp chin casually asked, "Where's Fourteen? Nineteen?"

The man called Fourteen shook his head, swallowing hard as if it were difficult for him to speak, "H-he's dead."

"What? What do you mean, dead?!" The man with the sharp chin was stunned, asking in disbelief.

The other men around also turned their attention, wearing puzzled expressions.

At that moment, a man wearing large sunglasses who was closer to Fourteen suddenly shouted, "Boss! He's not Fourteen! He's—"

Before the man could finish, "Fourteen" mysteriously pulled a taser gun from under his armpit and sprayed a burst of bullets directly through the man's throat!

"Bang! Bang!"

The bullets shattered the calm of the warehouse.

Blood splattered everywhere!

"Is that Yang Chen?!" Yuan Ye recognized the newcomer and exclaimed in surprise.

Tangtang also broke into a smile through tears, but she was biting her lip, too excited to speak.

"Damn it! Get him!"

The man with the sharp chin suddenly realized that this "Fourteen" was actually Yang Chen in disguise! Because everyone was dressed the same, wearing big sunglasses, it was difficult to see clearly from a distance, especially when they hadn't even considered the possibility that their two men would be killed and replaced. When Yang Chen walked over, he pretended to wipe his face as if wiping sweat.

However, for Yang Chen, being discovered or not didn't really matter anymore.

With a gun in hand, dealing with the remaining dozen or so men would require a bit more effort if he didn't have bullets. After all, he needed to navigate through the bullets while maintaining speed and accuracy.

But now, with the taser gun, all he needed to do was move quickly, keeping them from catching sight of him. As for the aspect of attack, it was effortless for Yang Chen.

The scorching bullets continuously flew around Yang Chen's body, bringing with them waves of heat that made the air sizzle.

Amidst the smell of gunpowder, Yang Chen held up the taser gun with one hand and, through various complex and almost impossible postures, fired a series of bullets!

The group of robbers suddenly realized in horror that this man's body existed only as virtual phantoms in their eyes. Each bullet would hit his original position after he had moved away!

And the bullets fired from the man's taser gun were like self-tracking missiles, always one step ahead of them, reaching the positions where they were about to move to.

Every time Yang Chen pulled the trigger, one or two thugs fell, even dying without understanding why the man, who was clearly in front of them, shot them in the back of the head?!

When almost everyone in the warehouse had fallen into a pool of blood, leaving only the leader with the sharp chin, he was finally intimidated.

"Bang! Bang!"

The man realized that the bullets mysteriously missed their target and, with a twisted grin of pain, he pulled the trigger again, this time aiming at Yuan Ye's back!

This time, even Yang Chen couldn't react in time. Two blood splatters burst from Yuan Ye's chest, and he fell to his knees!

Enraged, Yang Chen rushed over and smashed the remaining man's head until it exploded!

Then, in a few strides, he reached Yuan Ye and cradled him. Upon closer inspection, the bullet had struck near the edge of Yuan Ye's heart. Although he might not die immediately, his life was definitely in danger!

"Yuan Ye! Yuan Ye, how are you?!" Tangtang, after the initial shock, regained her senses and, seeing Yuan Ye shot, tears streamed down her face in fear and panic.

Yang Chen's eyes were slightly red. The man he struck had been hit in the heart, yet he didn't die immediately. The only explanation could be that his heart was different from normal people, slightly misplaced. Such a thing was extremely rare, and Yang Chen hadn't expected to encounter it today!

Yang Chen lifted Yuan Ye's body and said to Tangtang, "Hurry, let's take him to the hospital. There's still time for emergency treatment!"

"Okay," Tangtang wiped her tears and quickly followed, holding Yuan Ye's hand as she walked, choked up and unable to speak.

They swiftly reached the side of the truck. Luckily, this large GMC truck had four doors, and the back could accommodate Yuan Ye lying down. After settling Yuan Ye, Tangtang, worried, sat beside him, cradling his head on her lap.

Yuan Ye's white shirt was now a mosaic of bloodstains, fresh blood oozing continuously from his chest.

In the perplexed gaze of Tangtang, Yang Chen reached out and pressed on Yuan Ye's chest for a while. Miraculously, the flow of blood from Yuan Ye's chest showed signs of stopping.

"Uncle, what should we do? I don't want Brother Yuan Ye to die!" Tangtang, usually lively, was on the verge of collapse at the sight of her childhood friend's life in peril.

Without a word, Yang Chen closed the car door, sat in the driver's seat, started the truck, and headed towards the highway outside the port.

"You take care of him. As long as he reaches the hospital, he'll be fine," Yang Chen said with a grave expression.

In fact, Yang Chen didn't know if Yuan Ye could hold on until the emergency treatment. Although he stabilized his condition with the internal force derived from his cultivation, whether he could make it through depended on Yuan Ye's own efforts.

Yuan Ye coughed painfully at this moment, opened his eyes groggily, and in a low voice, he said, "Tangtang, I can't make it..."

Meanwhile, Tangtang was holding Yuan Ye's head, wiping her tears. When her tears fell on Yuan Ye's face, she immediately wiped them away, a young girl on the verge of becoming a crying mess.

Perhaps Tangtang had never shed so many tears in a single day in her entire life.

"Brother Yuan Ye, don't talk. Uncle will take you to the hospital. You'll be fine with Uncle around. Look, your bleeding has stopped. You'll definitely get better!" Tangtang said, her voice choked with sobs.

Indeed, Yuan Ye couldn't speak anymore, too weak to make a sound...

Tangtang, seeing Yuan Ye in such a state, could only anxiously urge Yang Chen, "Uncle! Please, hurry! Faster!"

"Sit tight, kid!" Yang Chen slammed the accelerator, and the already heavily speeding truck turned into a roaring beast, racing wildly towards the nearest City Hospital No. 2.

Yang Chen's expressionless face twitched slightly. Anger and regret surged within him, giving his brain an almost uncontrollable sensation.

It had been too long since he had felt such uncontrollable emotions, not because of the brutality of the enemy, but simply because someone he cared about might be slipping away at any moment.

This brat hadn't even died yet, but he looked like he was already giving up on life.

Was this mocking me?! Mocking me for failing to protect him even after defeating all those enemies?! Yang Chen clenched his teeth, repeatedly pressing the truck's blaring horn, as if only the piercing sound of the horn could drown out Tangtang's distraught cries from inside the truck.