Chapter 105 - Time to Feast

Chapter 105 - Time to Feast

Crash! Crash!

The left side of the car shook violently as another black car came from behind and slammed into the rear end. Matthew quickly straightened the steering wheel, trying to control his car.

Vroom!

The black car on the left accelerated again and careened toward them. Matthew jerked the steering wheel sharply, the car door scraping by with a screech. The black car's window rolled down, and an arm holding a gun extended out. It was aimed right at Matthew.

Cassius narrowed his eyes and was about to shield Matthew on the left when a gunshot echoed inside the car. Violet had pulled out a large-caliber handgun from who knew where and fired off a shot.

The glass of the car on the left shattered with a clink as blood spattered across the broken window. Violet had killed them.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots rang out from both sides.

Grabbing the back of their heads with his large hands, Cassius forced the two in the front seats to duck down. Bullets flew wildly, destroying the car windows, before finally hitting his strong arm with a dull thud. Blood splattered from his upper arm and forearm.

"Damn it! Skin's torn again!" Cassius cursed under his breath, then shook both hands. His muscular body, like twisted steel rods, forced the bullets embedded in his arm to pop out and fall to the carpet with a plop.

He quickly scanned the surroundings. Aside from the two black cars sandwiching them, there were also two more charging in from behind. The four cars formed an encirclement, forcing Matthew’s luxury car forward.

Crash! Crash!

Two more crashes followed. The cars behind rammed frantically into their luxury car. Inside, the vehicle shook violently, and the three of them were jostled around as if they were speeding over a gravel road, their heads knocking against the hard surfaces.

"Stop the car!" Cassius shouted.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

More bullets broke through the rear glass, hitting Cassius in the back. It wasn’t very painful—it felt like being pricked by needles—but it wasn’t comfortable either.

"I would if I could!" Matthew had to use all his strength to keep the car steady, the steering wheel spinning like a ship's helm. The car's entire outer shell was deformed from the collisions. The silver framework decorations around the car were strewn all over.

If it weren’t for the fact that the Heitzenauer series was a high-end model, and Matthew’s car had been specially reinforced, it would have fallen apart from the continuous crashes.

Thud!

Cassius's head slammed into the roof again. The whole car veered and spun, making a big circle before managing to straighten out on the road. The car was heavily damaged and it could no longer drive fast. The four cars slowed down and had them tightly surrounded.

Thud!

Cassius's head hit the roof once more. Given his tall stature, his head inevitably bumped into the roof whenever the car jolted.

"Damn it, I've had enough!" Cassius slapped the metal door on the right side and shouted, "Matthew, open the door!"

Swish, swish, swish.

Bullets whizzed by.

Matthew ducked and shouted, "What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about me! Just open the door!"

"I can't! The door's all warped from the collisions!" Matthew frantically smashed his finger on the driver’s side button, but the lock for the back door wouldn’t budge.

"Shit!" Cassius's temper flared. He refused to be trapped in this tin can, getting picked off by the surrounding gunfire.

He took a deep breath, his muscular lines bulging. "Accelerated blood flow!" Cassius's eyes turned blood red as he kicked the back door hard.

Bang!

A huge footprint protruded out from the door.

"What the hell?"

In the black car on the right, two assassins in black clothes stared at the luxury car’s rear. There was another loud bang! With a kick, the car door flew off.

Bang!

It first hit the body of the car on the right—

Clang!

—Then soared backward, like a giant flying dart, and lodged itself into the hood of the car behind. At the same time, Cassius grabbed the edges of the front and rear seats, planting his strong legs on the carpet, and took a sprinter’s starting position.

Boom!

A hulking shadow flew through the air like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. The luxury car shook violently.

"..." Violet glanced at the only remaining car on the left, then stared at Cassius sprinting toward them. She opened her mouth as if to say something but no words came.

In the driver's seat, Matthew swallowed hard, wiping blood from his forehead. "What kind of ultra powerful friend did I just make?"

As they watched, the assassins' furious shouts and gunfire continued. Like he was some kind of tank, Cassius slammed hard into the car, causing it to slide sideways with a loud bang.

The car door was distorted. Black tire marks were burned into the road.

"Ahhh!"

"Turn the wheel! Turn the wheel!"

"Step on the gas! Don't let that monster catch up!"

Bang!

Another slam. The car grew increasingly misshapen. It spun like a top, throwing the assassins inside into chaos. They had toyed with Cassius's car earlier, but it was now their turn to be terrified.

Cassius stomped the ground, his muscles expanding and contracting as he charged again. He crashed through the car door, his solid arm forcing its way inside like a wall. The unlucky assassins in the back seat groaned as they had their bones cracked. Pushed out the left door, they tumbled out and rolled dozens of meters before stopping. They were dead.

These assassins were not Covert Martial Arts Practitioners which meant their physical prowess was only slightly above normal and they had to rely mainly on firearms. Ordinary people would be severely injured after falling from a moving car, let alone these two who were already badly hurt.

Screech!

The heavily damaged Heitz Nauya car came to a stop.

Matthew and Violet quickly got out and ran to the black car about fifty meters away. A muffled sound came from inside, and blood splashed across the front windshield. Warm blood slowly dripped down.

Click.

The driver's door opened. A tall figure stepped out and stood on the black road.

In the bright midday sun, his muscles glistened faintly like cast iron. Cassius, still in his accelerated blood flow state, stood over six feet tall, with bulging veins like twisted steel bars. His large frame blocked the sunlight, casting a wide shadow. He gave off an inexplicable sense of awe and grandeur.

Several thumb-sized bullet holes on his body oozed a mixture of blood and sweat.

"Li Wei, are you okay?" Matthew's voice was shaky. His smooth talking persona had given way to a stuttering one. His heart pounded wildly.

This isn't something that can be explained by the federation's five-stage system!

Violet bit her full, wet lower lip.

"It's just a scratch."

Cassius took a deep breath, his muscles shuddering. Bullets clattered to the ground, the sound ringing crisply on the hard surface.

He brushed a hand over his chest, and the holes left by the machine gun began to close. They weren't healing; Cassius was using his accelerated blood flow to force his muscles to stop the bleeding.

This kind of power is only seen in those who have truly mastered the essence of the Covert Martial Arts! Violet's gaze lingered on Cassius's strong physique. As a member of Beiliu County's Ace of Spades, she was aware there were things beyond normal understanding. She knew the Covert Martial Arts existed, and there were experts in their organization. But she had never seen someone as monstrous as Cassius, who could withstand even light machine gun bullets!

In the Ace of Spades, experts who specialized in close combat could handle four or five gunmen by themselves. But Cassius had slaughtered a dozen gunmen and was even ramming into cars like a rhino!

Cassius deactivated his accelerated blood flow state and exhaled. "What do we do with all these bodies and car wreckage?"

"Leave them. Connan Company and the Ace of Spades will take care of it. We have people in the city police department." Matthew wiped the blood from his forehead.

"Are you hurt?" Cassius squinted at him.

"Just a scratch. A piece of glass cut my forehead. I'll get it bandaged at the hospital. But you, with all those bullet holes, should get checked out too."

Despite Cassius's formidable defense, Matthew thought it was best for him to get a thorough check-up.

The three of them crawled back into the rather wrecked car and headed to a private hospital on the outskirts of the city: Qingteng Private Hospital, the third-best hospital in the city. Connan Company held a fifty-one percent stake there.

"Ouch! That really hurts."

Matthew's face twisted in pain as he walked out with white bandages on his forehead. The alcohol disinfection had been quite painful.

"Done?"

Seated on a metal seat outside, Cassius casually flipped through a newspaper with his legs crossed. He looked up at Matthew.

Matthew plopped down between Cassius and Violet. "How come you look fine? Where are your bandages?"

"The doctor said it was just a superficial wound. All he did was disinfect it with alcohol and put on a few band-aids." Cassius shrugged and went back to reading his newspaper.

"You truly are a monster. You were shot dozens of times, and all you got was a superficial wound that you only need to cover with band-aids! Unbelievable." Matthew rubbed his forehead.

Violet, who was beside him, also shook her head helplessly, seemingly in agreement.