Childless Bomb

Wang Chen didn't have time to see whether they were dead or alive.

He didn't even spare that person another glance, turning around and continuing to run towards another direction he had planned.

The signal flare had already been fired; those people would soon encircle him.

He had to leave quickly before the encirclement was complete.

He couldn't go back to Chongyang Temple, and he didn't trust Chongyang Temple either.

What to do next, he didn't know, but getting away was the priority.

Meanwhile, on the distant road.

Seeing the signal flare in the sky, Dongfang Shuye already knew where the target was.

It was Lin Mo who spoke with interest instead.

"Looks like it's not simple—they've even got flare guns."

At that moment, a Daoist sitting in the back suddenly spoke up.

"Flare guns are just rescue equipment, right? Nothing special about them."

Lin Mo glanced at him, his tone turning much colder. "Then maybe you'd like to get out of the car?"

Stung by the remark, that Daoist was grabbed by the arm by Hegui.

"Alright, let's just follow the officer's arrangement."

Dongfang Shuye said nothing, because he remembered from Lin Mo's file that the Fengling Yueying Sect didn't care for the Quanzhen Sect.

So he didn't interrupt.

Lin Mo looked at the three of them through the rearview mirror and casually asked, "You people from Chongyang Temple—why don't you avenge that guy?"

This left Daoist Hegui speechless for a moment.

Daoist Hegui quickly replied, "Hatred leads to more hatred; that cycle never ends. That's also why we gave him the Daoist name 'Wang Chen'—to forget worldly dust."

"Then if I kill your junior apprentice brother, don't seek revenge either."

Lin Mo's one sentence nearly provoked the two men beside Daoist Hegui into a furious outburst.

"What? Can't do it? Then why talk so much bullshit?"

Daoist Hegui continued to explain, "Of course it's not that, but we have no evidence. Acting directly would make us no different from murderers."

"Then you could have told the Yanhuang Awakening people. If you had, Yanhuang Awakening would have sent an investigation. According to records, you've never filed a report."

Under Lin Mo's string of questions, Daoist Hegui fell into silence.

After a long pause, he finally spoke slowly, "That is indeed our fault. If we had reported to the officers of Yanhuang Awakening earlier, perhaps everything would be different."

Hearing this, Lin Mo let out a light laugh.

The car was approaching the flare.

But Lin Mo pointed ahead and said, "Pull over at that intersection ahead, and wait there."

Dongfang Shuye did as he was told.

The car stopped at the intersection, and the group got out directly.

Lin Mo leaned half his body against the car's hood, his posture relaxed, his gaze fixed on the distant road.

Dongfang Shuye unscrewed a bottle of tea and took a couple of sips. The faint sound of the cap spinning was unusually clear in the dead silence.

Without even looking at Lin Mo, he tossed an unopened bottle over.

Seeing the two like this, Daoist Hegui and the other three exchanged uncertain glances.

But Daoist Hegui and the other two just looked at each other, no one speaking. After all, Lin Mo and Dongfang Shuye both had tough attitudes, so they just kept waiting.

Finally, urgent footsteps echoed from the distant road, growing closer and closer, clearer with each step.

A man and a woman burst out of the darkness, stepping into the dim yellow halo of the streetlights.

Earlier, Wang Chen had already met up with the girl.

Wang Chen had been pulling the girl along in a desperate run. As soon as they stepped onto the road, they were frozen in place by the long shadows cast by several figures under the streetlight.

His master, and the two elder uncles.

Along with two completely unfamiliar men.

He stopped in his tracks, and the girl beside him stumbled from the momentum, then stopped and turned to look at him, her chest heaving violently.

"Run," Wang Chen's voice was hoarse. "You have to survive. I... it doesn't matter anymore."

The girl trusted Wang Chen deeply, but at this moment, she gasped and said, "Forget it. Running is useless—we'll never escape anyway."

Despair flooded over her like a wave.

"Run! Survive!"

Wang Chen almost roared, wanting to say more.

Then, suddenly, something changed!

Among the distant figures, the man leaning against the car hood moved.

A blur of motion flashed past before Wang Chen could even see what happened. Then came a heavy thud!

His master, Daoist Hegui, was sent flying sideways like a sack of rags, slammed hard by a kick, crashing to the ground several meters away. He lay there struggling to get up for a long moment.

"Senior Brother!"

The other two Daoists shouted in alarm. One of them glared at Lin Mo with bloodshot eyes.

"You little bastard! What do you think you're doing?!"

"Shut up."

Lin Mo withdrew his foot as if he had just kicked aside a pebble on the road. He nodded his chin toward Daoist Hegui, who was groaning on the ground, and said, "I'll deal with you lot later."

Then he turned to Dongfang Shuye, who was still drinking his tea, and raised an eyebrow.

"This is your business."

"I thought you were going to take charge," Dongfang Shuye teased, then set down his tea bottle and started walking toward Wang Chen and the girl.

His pace was unhurried but steady, each step as if stepping on a heartbeat.

"Don't be nervous," Dongfang Shuye said, his voice gentle, carrying a calming power in the tense night. "We're the Yanhuang Awakening inspection team from Tianjing."

Wang Chen instinctively shielded the girl behind him, staring warily at the approaching man.

Yanhuang Awakening!

He had heard that name—China's most mysterious and powerful official department.

But right now, he didn't trust anyone.

Yet, if this man really was from Tianjing, then maybe everything could turn around.

Just as he was hesitating, another flare shot up behind them.

It illuminated the entire road.

And behind them, a scattering of about a dozen people appeared.

Dongfang Shuye frowned at these distant figures. Though no one carried guns, each had electric batons and similar equipment.

They clearly weren't good people.

Just then, Lin Mo's voice came from behind.

"That girl has a tracker implanted inside her. No matter how far you run, those people will catch up."

Dongfang Shuye turned to look at Lin Mo.

"Do you know who they are?"

"No, but we can beat them first and ask questions later!"

Before he finished speaking, Dongfang Shuye had already charged forward.

That group was all dressed in tactical gear, looking quite professional. As Dongfang Shuye rushed at them, the one in the lead shouted.

"Get lost!"

Bang!

A gunshot rang out—fired into the air.

"Police! Everyone drop your weapons and get down on your knees!"

The shot didn't cow them. They all surged forward toward Dongfang Shuye.

"Kill him! How many bullets does one gun have?"

No sooner had he spoken.

Bang!

The bullet pierced his most precious spot—the symbol of manhood. Even Wang Chen, watching from afar, couldn't help but feel a chill in his groin.

The entire group froze instantly, and without exception, they all turned to look at the man collapsing weakly.

"One gun doesn't have many bullets, but whoever comes at me, I'll shoot. Guaranteed to make you lose your manhood."