My Scheming Little Devil-Chapter 995 Negotiation
As the vehicle sped along, hitting that wheel.
However, the wheel hesitated only briefly before returning to normal, and the other party, realizing his intention, began to swerve unpredictably.
Third Young Master Jun remained impassive and loaded another bullet.
The driver, Lie Feng, exclaimed in surprise, "Their car must be the highest grade of bulletproof vehicle, with wheels made of special materials. When hit by a bullet, a special rubber will melt and flow towards the puncture, cooling and solidifying quickly to plug the hole. These wheels can even withstand the force of grenades and ordinary bombs, allowing the car to drive away quickly from the blast area."
His meaning was clear: no matter how Third Young Master Jun shot, it was futile.
But Third Young Master Jun just smiled coldly, his eyes disdainful of everything, exuding a confidence that he had total control over the situation.
Then, he raised his gun.
With a bang, another bullet shot out, and shockingly, it hit exactly where the previous bullet had struck, causing the wheel of the vehicle to deform and swell. The car started to lose its balance.
But what was even more astonishing was that suddenly a bullet was fired from that car towards Third Young Master Jun.
The bullet came too unexpectedly, from a tricky angle, and Third Young Master Jun couldn’t dodge in time. The bullet grazed his arm, and blood immediately started to flow freely, with a searing pain in his arm.
Third Young Master Jun fell back into the car, clutching his arm, his face even paler.
But he had gambled correctly; Old Ling’s car was destabilized. Clearly, they realized that if they continued at high speed, the car would flip over.
Half an hour later, Old Ling’s car came to a stop.
And Third Young Master Jun and his three vehicles trapped Old Ling’s car in the middle, eliminating any chance for them to escape.
About a dozen men quickly jumped out of their vehicles, holding submachine guns, they surrounded the stationary car, guns pointed at it from all angles.
Third Young Master Jun slowly got out of his car and moved beside the other vehicle, his cold, icy gaze fixed on the car door.
With a click, the car door opened, and two grim but composed bodyguards escorting an elderly man walked out.
This old man was already in his seventies, his hair half-white, his face lined with wrinkles, his eyes bright and intense. Despite his age, he still exuded an authoritative presence that commanded respect.
Third Young Master Jun admired him; even at this point of impending death, the old man maintained a nonchalant demeanor as though the guns aimed at him were toys, not live ammunition.
His regal eyes fell on Third Young Master Jun, the sharpness in them revealing powerful insight.
Third Young Master Jun’s phoenix-like eyes narrowed.
He raised the gun in his hand, aiming at the old man’s head.
"Apart from killing me, do you have no other choice?" Old Ling’s voice was calm and steady.
"Correct."
"But in your eyes, I see not the intention to kill, but to protect."
Third Young Master Jun was taken aback; Old Ling was indeed no ordinary person.
"You are not wrong, but I still have to kill you." Third Young Master Jun released the safety catch, his heart as cold as iron.
Yet Old Ling said, "Then kill me."
These words, instead, made Third Young Master Jun hesitate, as if he had seen through his thoughts.
Old Ling sighed, "I come from a military background, always prepared for death, and at my age, riddled with injuries, living a few more years doesn’t make much of a difference. But you, young man, have a long life ahead of you. One wrong step, and you’ll regret it for the rest of your life."
Third Young Master Jun bitterly smiled internally; he had already lost count of his missteps. What difference would one more make?
"Even if you don’t care about right or wrong, are you willing to be forever controlled by others?" Old Ling dropped a bombshell, "I know you were sent by Su Feiman to kill me."
