Chapter 262 - 258: Killing Intent

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Chapter 262: Chapter 258: Killing Intent At this moment, on the camera screen, the crosshairs were aimed at Ling Chen’s head. Simultaneously, a red circle appeared around the screen, slowly shrinking towards the center. Soon, the red dot locked onto the center of Ling Chen’s forehead. Hong Gang’s mouth curled with a hint of a sinister smile, as he gently placed his thumb on the switch behind the camera. However, at that instant, Ling Chen suddenly felt an intense sense of danger well up in his heart. Years of experience in gun battles had honed his instincts for danger to a razor’s edge. Almost reflexively, he violently threw himself backward, along with the chair, to the ground. Bang! As he leaned back, a shot suddenly rang out, fired from the camera lens, grazing his scalp and hitting the wall. Seeing that the shot had missed its target, Dai Ying’s expression changed slightly and without a moment’s hesitation, she leapt up, twisting open the microphone in her hands. Immediately, a hidden dagger appeared in her hand, stabbing toward Ling Chen, who was on the ground. Faced with imminent danger, Ling Chen raised an arm, blocking Dai Ying’s firmly gripped dagger. Then, he went with the momentum, using the strength in his wrist, causing Dai Ying’s body to immediately lose balance and fall towards the ground. At that moment, Ling Chen caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye that Hong Gang had drawn a pistol with a suppressor, aiming it at his body. In the blink of an eye, with a tense face, Ling Chen rolled on the spot, grabbed Dai Ying’s delicate neck with one hand, and yanked her up from the ground, using her as a shield in front of him. Bang! Bang! Two shots were fired, both bullets hitting Dai Ying’s body, blood spattered. "Yin!" Hong Gang was stunned, not expecting that his shots not only failed to kill Ling Chen but instead killed his own partner, and he stood there in shock. After a brief moment of stasis, he snapped back to reality, bellowed a loud cry, and once again aimed the gun at Ling Chen. But before he could pull the trigger, Ling Chen had already snatched the dagger from Dai Ying and threw it straight at Hong Gang, striking him right between the eyebrows. A trickle of blood flowed out. Hong Gang’s hand holding the gun hung in the air, and his body fell straight down, his eyes still filled with disbelief and unwillingness; his meticulously planned scheme had failed. Looking at the two corpses on the ground, Ling Chen let out a breath, feeling the aftermath of a close escape. Damn, truly unpredictable. If it hadn’t been for his quick reflexes, he would probably be the one lying in a pool of blood right now. Thud! At this moment, Zhong Wei and Liang Zhao Hui, with others, broke through the door and entered, their faces changing drastically at the scene inside the room. Having heard unusual noises coming from the parlor just before, they had hurried over. Zhong Wei, shocked, pointed at the two bodies and said, "Ling Chen, what is this..." "They’re not reporters; they’re assassins wanting my life," explained Ling Chen. "Captain Zhong, call the police." Leaving the parlor, Ling Chen walked back to the living room to wait for the police to arrive. Those two assassins were quite clever, probably having seen the news last night, hence they devised such an ingenious plan to approach him under the guise of an interview and then take the opportunity to shoot him when he was off guard. In the assassin world, some assassins rely on their skills, while others rely on their brains; the assassins he encountered just now were of the latter type. "Ling Chen, are you alright?" Upon hearing the news, Su Lin, pushing a wheelchair with the anxious Nanrong Wanqing in tow, rushed over. Her exquisite face was full of concern. Ling Chen gave a slight smile, patted his robust chest, and quipped, "Don’t worry, see? I’m perfectly fine." "Who sent those assassins after you, and why were you targeted?" "How would I know that? If someone wants to kill me, they’re hardly going to notify me in advance," Ling Chen shrugged. Although he understood the situation, he would not discuss it in front of the two women. It was better that he kept some things to himself; informing Nanrong Wanqing and Su Lin would only make them worry more. "You should go to work if you have to work, go to school if you have to study. Don’t worry about me, I’ll take care of it." Having said that, Ling Chen stood up, called Zhong Wei, and asked him to arrange a car to take Nanrong Wanqing to her company. Not long after Nanrong Wanqing and Su Lin left, two police cars drove into Wealthy Manor and stopped in front of the Nanrong family’s house. As the car doors opened, Xia Mutong emerged, her face stern and devoid of smiles, seriousness written all over it. "Officer Xia." Ling Chen greeted her with a smile, hastening to meet her with a wave. Xia Mutong gave him a cool glance, feeling an inexplicable burst of anger welling up inside her. This annoying guy, she had tried to avoid contact with him as much as possible, yet she always ran into him. It was as if she was destined to be entangled with him. Putting her thoughts aside, she didn’t forget her identity and her duty, and with a stern face, she asked, "Where’s the assassin?" "They’re inside. You’d better take two body bags in with you." "You didn’t leave a single survivor?" Xia Mutong frowned slightly, she couldn’t see through the man before her. He had killed two people, yet there he was, unfazed, even smiling; his mental resilience must be exceptionally strong. If it were her, she probably wouldn’t be able to sleep well for ten days to half a month. Ling Chen said helplessly, "They were trying to kill me; I couldn’t just not fight back." Xia Mutong gestured to the several colleagues behind her and said, "Take the bodies back and identify them." After speaking, she pulled out a notebook and a pen from her upper garment pocket, looked at Ling Chen with an air of impartiality, and asked, "Have you made any enemies recently?" "No," Ling Chen popped out two words. "No?" Xia Mutong was frustrated; the bastard wasn’t being cooperative at all. "If you haven’t made any enemies, why are assassins after you? Mr. Ling, you’d better be honest with me, don’t try to pull the wool over my eyes." Ling Chen spread his hands and said, "Officer Xia, I truly don’t know. I hope you can help me find out." "Fine, if you don’t want to talk, I won’t force you. After all, it’s your life. Also, don’t wait until someone dies to inform us; the police aren’t here just to handle dead bodies for you." Xia Mutong left a final remark, not pleased, and turned to walk back to the car. "Hey, Officer Xia, wait, hold on!" Ling Chen followed her, reaching out to block her way. "What do you want?" "Officer Xia, could I talk to you privately for a moment?" "I have nothing to discuss with you," Xia Mutong replied coldly. She didn’t even want to glance at him any longer, let alone give him a chance for a private conversation. Rejected by her, Ling Chen didn’t seem to care, the corner of his mouth curving into a grin, he deliberately raised his voice and said with a laugh, "Officer Xia, last time we were at Emperor Foot Bath City..." Xia Mutong’s face panicked, and upon seeing her colleagues’ attention being drawn over, she quickly snapped, "Shut your mouth."

Chapter 262 - 258: Killing Intent

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