Chapter 172: I’ll Give You 5 Million, 10 Million Is Also Fine

Chapter 172: Chapter 172: I’ll Give You 5 Million, 10 Million Is Also Fine

When Zhang Yun jumped off the car’s roof, he made sure to grab the gun from the bodyguard’s hand.

According to the female shooter’s information, only Liu Yandao and an old man remained. This old man was supposedly a Martial Arts expert, serving as Liu Yandao’s final layer of protection. However, Zhang Yun figured the man was likely as highly confident as "Fire Sword" Yang Zhao and would disdain the use of firearms.

Zhang Yun was no longer in a hurry. The situation had devolved into a deadly game of cat and mouse.

"Come out! Why did you set me up?

"I’m a reasonable man. I won’t attack unless I’m attacked. But if anyone crosses me, I will definitely kill them!"

By the time he chased them inside, they were nowhere to be seen. They knew their way around and had definitely hidden themselves. Zhang Yun shouted leisurely as he searched his way toward the office in the middle of the first floor, following the female shooter’s tip.

"Zhang Yun, is it? Don’t come any closer. How about we make a deal?" a middle-aged man’s voice called out from a closed office ahead.

Zhang Yun sneered inwardly. The fact that the man knew his name meant Liu Yandao and his people truly hated him! Today, they were acting under the pressure of Ouyang Kunpeng’s investigation, but once they recovered, they would inevitably head to his hometown for revenge.

"Boss Liu, Liu Yandao, what kind of deal do you want to make? Are you begging me to let Ouyang Qilin’s wife and child go?"

Liu Yandao choked on his words.

He had wanted to stall for time and bait the youth with profits. A country bumpkin like him was merely captivated by Ouyang Mingruo’s beauty. With a promise of a few million, couldn’t he have his pick of any woman from the countryside? He never expected Zhang Yun to immediately bring up his sister and nephew!

That was the Liu Family’s bloodline. Ouyang Qilin was already dead, and Ouyang Kunpeng would not let the matter drop, so the Liu Family had to step in and protect them.

"Young man, don’t be too arrogant. Ouyang Qilin’s wife and child will naturally be protected by the Ouyang Clan. If you dare touch them, you will be hunted down by the Ouyang Family!" he said, refusing to admit that he was the one sheltering them.

Zhang Yun sneered. "Perhaps there are some things Ouyang Kunpeng finds inconvenient to handle himself. Wouldn’t it be most satisfying for him to let an outsider take care of it?"

He had paused earlier, but now he slowly walked forward as he spoke. Liu Yandao telling him to stop might have seemed like a precaution for safety, but it was far more likely a stalling tactic so the old man could launch an ambush. Therefore, Zhang Yun observed the minute details of every corner, listening intently to every sound.

"I didn’t know you before, and we originally had no grudges against each other. Perhaps we can negotiate. For instance, I’ll give you five million, and we go back to being strangers from now on. How about that?"

Zhang Yun chuckled. "You arranged three waves of attacks—with knives, swords, and guns. Dozens of people failed to kill me, and now I’ve cornered you here. And you’re only offering five million? Isn’t it a bit too late for that?"

"There’s no need for sarcasm or anger. At my core, I am a businessman. I paid a massive cost to deal with you. But since I failed, I can only pivot to a different form of cooperation."

"I have no interest in cooperating with you!"

"Calm down, young man. As the saying goes, there are no eternal enemies, only eternal interests. You just hacked a bunch of people to death and shot a few more, but what do you gain from it? Absolutely nothing. It’s the same even if you chop my head off. Aside from venting your anger, you won’t get a thing."

"Venting my anger is enough for me."

"No, no, look at how young you are! How long does the satisfaction of venting your anger last? A few seconds? I’m offering you five million. You can hire minor models for five thousand a pop. You could get off a thousand times—enough pleasure to make your legs give out!"

Fuck! Zhang Yun was left completely speechless. This was a bloody battlefield, a life-and-death grudge match! And the guy was trying to sway him with the promise of getting off a thousand times?

He drew closer, stopping just a few meters away from the office door.

"Is five million not enough? It’s fine; in business, you can always name your price. I’ll give you ten million! If you’re still not satisfied, you can make a counteroffer, and I’ll consider it..."

Right at that moment, a nearby door was abruptly yanked open, and a large black cloth was thrown straight over him!

According to the female shooter’s information, that old man was a Martial Arts Master who likely didn’t use guns. This kept Zhang Yun on guard at all times. As he took step after step, he remained on high alert of his surroundings, not just the voice coming from the office ahead. But he never expected the man to attack him with a piece of cloth! Where the hell did he even get such a huge black cloth?

Although it was Zhang Yun’s first time encountering such a tactic, he had watched enough movies to know how it worked. Once the black cloth covered him, it would instantly block his line of sight, and any strikes against it would have their force dampened.

This was a Martial Arts expert. Given his advanced age, he definitely had abundant Experience. This was merely the first layer of cover; it would inevitably be followed by a continuous second and third wave of attacks! Once the black veil covered him, if it was followed up with a barrage of hidden needles... wouldn’t he be completely screwed? Furthermore, Martial Arts Masters weren’t necessarily old-fashioned. The guy might just pull out a gun and go TAT-TAT-TAT, instantly taking him out!

It all happened in a flash. The moment the door was pulled open and the sound registered, Zhang Yun reacted immediately. Just as the black cloth descended to block his vision, he swiftly fired a shot in the direction of the doorway.

At the exact same time, a mere thought sent him retreating into his Personal Space.

Inside, Zhang Yun stored the gun and magazines he had picked up while silently counting the seconds to keep track of time. He wanted to wait for the old man to complete his first move, but he also couldn’t wait so long that they had time to escape before he went back out.

This old man truly was a master. He had instructed Liu Yandao to speak from the front office to draw Zhang Yun’s attention, while he hid on the side, ready to adapt to the situation. He had happened to see a black cloth inside the room and immediately put it to use.

He had left the door open just a crack, listening closely to Zhang Yun’s words and footsteps. Once his target reached the door, he struck with blinding speed! The black cloth was meant to block vision, but since Zhang Yun had a gun, he would inevitably fire blindly. Therefore, after throwing the black cloth, the old man didn’t charge forward to attack. Instead, he dodged and circled around to Zhang Yun’s back.

Sure enough, Zhang Yun fired toward the doorway!

The old man successfully avoided the bullet. A short knife appeared in his hand, and he rapidly stabbed at the black cloth in front of him over a dozen times! His speed was incredible. He didn’t even aim for specific vital spots; stabbing someone in the back over a dozen times was more than enough to kill them.

However... the old man froze in complete bewilderment.

His strikes had been incredibly fast, but part of the reason for that speed was that it felt like he was only stabbing through the black cloth. His blade hadn’t pierced a human body. There was zero resistance, so he hadn’t needed to exert force to pull the knife out before stabbing again.

At that moment, the black cloth fell to the floor, crumpling into a pile.

What the hell? Even if Zhang Yun knew the Bone Shrinking Skill, a human being couldn’t possibly shrink into such a tiny heap. Combined with the total lack of resistance during his stabs, the old man realized there was no one inside the cloth!

He reached out, grabbed the black cloth, and violently tore it away... There was absolutely nothing underneath! Not a single hair or drop of blood could be seen in the corridor.

The old man felt a sudden, bone-chilling terror creep over him. Chopping down over twenty Thugs was nothing special—he could do that too. Taking out two other professionals was also nothing special—just a sneak attack with a gun. But slipping away from right under his nose without making a sound or leaving a trace? That wasn’t normal!

Was it magic?

The old man swiftly scanned his surroundings. There wasn’t the slightest trace of a person, and he was certain he hadn’t heard any footsteps moving away! There was only one possibility left... a supernatural ability!

A Superpower User who was also armed with a gun! No wonder he could slaughter everyone in his path!

He had run rampant all his life, but at this moment, he was starting to feel a wave of panic. Could that Zhang Yun have already slipped inside the office?

"Yandao!"