X-ray Eyes Little Wild Doctor-Chapter 197 - 192: Looks Good but is Useless

He pulled the handbrake, and the Mini screeched to a halt. Before Bai Lan’s forehead could even hit the steering wheel, Ye Tian had already kicked the car door flying and enveloped her slender waist, leaping out of the car with her in his arms.

"Ah!" Bai Lan exclaimed, "What are you doing!"

Ye Tian’s expression was stern, like he was facing a formidable enemy. Without a word, he rolled onto the road with Bai Lan’s delicate body in his embrace.

Just as the two of them jumped out, the Mini exploded with a boom.

Flames burst from beneath the car, sending it skyward before it crashed heavily onto the cement, its windows and body severely fractured, instantly engulfed by roaring flames.

The high-temperature, high-pressure explosion quickly ignited the car’s fuel tank, leading to a second explosion. With a loud boom, the car was reduced to parts, instantly becoming a heap of scrap metal.

"Oh my God!" Bai Lan’s eyes widened in shock, watching the car explode beside her. If not for Ye Tian’s timely escape, she would have perished in the flames.

The two were just ten meters away from the explosion, their faces flushed from the heat and their skin drying out, making them extremely uncomfortable.

Ye Tian patted Bai Lan, who was straddling him, and smiled wryly, "Miss Bai, this position is quite good, isn’t it? Woman on top, man below, such passion, I like it, hehe."

It was then that Bai Lan snapped out of her shock, realizing she was on top of Ye Tan, their bodies in close contact in a position that resembled that intimate act. She quickly climbed off him, her face flushed red, at a loss for words.

Ye Tian stood up and stared at the luxury van across the street, his expression turning colder.

"What on earth is going on!" The explosion had come so suddenly that Bai Lan couldn’t make sense of it, overwhelmed by the shock.

However, Bai Lan was smart. She had no enemies and no conflicts of interest, so it made no sense for anyone to target her with a car bomb.

There was only one explanation: this was aimed at Ye Tian!

Whoosh! Ye Tian turned into a gust of wind, leaving Bai Lan behind as he dashed off. She quickly noticed that Ye Tian was heading straight for a van parked by the roadside, his target clear.

"Could there be something fishy about this van? Why didn’t I notice it?" Bai Lan wondered to herself.

Ye Tian’s speed was astonishing, and he quickly approached the van. Just then, the vehicle’s door opened, and a burly middle-aged man stepped out.

The man was about two meters tall, his body bulging with muscles, towering like an iron tower and emanating the aura of an ancient fierce beast.

After a glance at the middle-aged man, Ye Tian sneered at his dark muscles, "So it’s an outsider expert, hehe, a body covered in Iron Shirt at the peak of perfection, not bad at all, things are getting interesting."

"You must be Ye Tian. I, Deng Yunfeng, don’t usually kill nameless fodder, but today I’ll make an exception. You should feel honored to die by my hand," Mr. Deng spoke coldly, exuding arrogance.

"So should I thank you, then?" Ye Tian responded with a bitter smile.

Meanwhile, inside the van.

Wang Qiang sat in the spacious leather seat with a glass of Chivas in hand; the liquor swirled in the crystal glass, but his face looked rather unpleasant.

"What happened? Didn’t they say for sure that Ye Tian would be blown to pieces? How could he have escaped? How do you guys even do your jobs!" Wang Qiang was irate.

The car bomb had been Yun Feng’s idea; cognizant of Ye Tian’s formidable strength and wishing to get rid of him for good, he had suggested it.

They had thought Ye Tian was as good as dead, but unexpectedly he was cunning enough to jump out just a second before the explosion; this was unforeseen.

"Young Master Wang, please calm your anger. Mr. Deng is invulnerable to knives and guns, and possesses boundless strength; letting Ye Tian die by his hands will be far worse than being killed by a bomb. Isn’t this exactly what we wanted?" Yun Feng said in explanation.

"You do have a point," Wang Qiang, the simple-minded scion, was indeed persuaded by Yun Feng’s reasoning.

Tilting his head back, Wang Qiang downed the liquor in his glass, then gazed through the thick bulletproof glass at Mr. Deng outside, his body’s dark, solid muscles filling him with boundless hope and confidence.

"Ye Tian is finished this time. Oh, and tell Deng Lishi to not kill him just yet. I’ve yet to make him drink my piss; that bathroom score hasn’t been settled yet."

Wang Qiang, who held grudges, had never forgotten how Ye Tian had shoved him into a toilet; that humiliation was something he vowed to avenge.

"Don’t worry, with Mr. Deng personally taking action, this Ye Tian is as good as dead!" Yun Feng assured with certainty, given that Mr. Deng was impervious even to bullets, how could he fail to deal with Ye Tian? ƒrēenovelkiss.com

"Pass me that drink bottle; I’ve got a special gift prepared for him, hahaha!"

Wang Qiang took the drink bottle Yun Feng passed him, unzipped his pants, and after a relieving pee, the bottle was brimming with a foul-smelling yellow liquid; full to the brim with urine, a day’s worth of Young Master Wang’s accumulation, just waiting for Ye Tian to fall.

As they spoke, Wang Qiang’s phone rang.

"Hello," Wang Qiang answered.

"Young Master, I’m at the airport right now. Mr. Deng’s ticket for tonight’s flight has been purchased," the person on the other end of the line said.

Wang Qiang nodded with satisfaction and hung up the phone.

"The clan has been very busy in the Capital City lately. Deng Lishi has to rush back tonight, and there’s a big pile of stuff there waiting for him to take care of," said Wang Qiang nonchalantly. "After dealing with this little interlude concerning Ye Tian, I’ll personally take him to the airport."

"Young Master Wang is really good to his people," praised Yun Feng appropriately.

Outside the car window, the sky had begun to rain at some unknown time; the rain grew heavier, pattering against the windows, forming little rivers.

After the thunder boomed, the downpour began, and the gloomy sky, which had been dark all day, finally started to vent.

Standing in the heavy rain, Mr. Deng’s stature was like a tower. Raindrops struck his solid face, making a metallic ting sound that was particularly frightening to hear.

"One punch, I only need one punch to turn you into a mush!" Mr. Deng declared, staring at Ye Tian.

"Then you can come over and try, who ends up as mush is not necessarily certain," responded Ye Tian indifferently.

"Still so tough when death is at your doorstep! You won’t cry until you see the coffin, hmph!"

To Mr. Deng, a busy expert who spent his days in the Capital City, an opponent from a second-tier city like Ye Tian was hardly worth his attention. He had already booked his ticket for tonight; after killing this small fry, he would fly directly to the Capital City. That was where his main battlefield lay; Jiang City was not even worth mentioning.

In the torrential rain, Ye Tian’s figure was surrounded by a mist of rain, looking somewhat blurred. For some reason, the rain falling upon him seemed to bend, creating a visual illusion.

Without further pointless chatter, Mr. Deng took a big step toward Ye Tian. He suddenly accelerated, his right fist clenched, and he smashed it directly towards Ye Tian’s head.

This punch carried a ferocious force, enough to split rocks and monuments. If it were to land, not just a human skull, but even hard granite would be shattered.

"Quite a strong force, hehe, too bad it’s just an embroidered pillow, totally useless when it truly matters," Ye Tian sneered, stepping forward with a gently placed palm strike.

The palm appeared soft and weak, as if lacking any strength. Facing Mr. Deng’s destructive punch, it seemed destined to be crushed with no chance of resisting.

Seeing this scene, Wang Qiang in the van scoffed coldly and cursed, "Truly courting death, damn fool!"

"This time Ye Tian is done for!" Yun Feng, pressing his face against the car window, had a strange excitement in his eyes; he had been waiting for this moment for a very long time, and it was finally about to come true today.

"No!" cried Bai Lan from a distance in the rain.

In the blink of an eye, amidst the flash of lightning, Mr. Deng’s heavy iron fist landed in the palm of Ye Tian.

The instant their hands met, Ye Tian smiled faintly, "Kneel down for me!"

Mr. Deng’s face was fierce as he poured the strength of five layers into his fist and slammed it into his opponent’s palm. He had thought he would blow Ye Tian away on the spot or even smash him into mush, but something unexpected happened.

It was as if the punch had sunk into a bottomless abyss, never to return, stirring not the slightest ripple. Not only that, but Mr. Deng immediately felt a rebounding force.

This was a power just as formidable as his own, fierce and domineering, brutally savage. Suddenly it surged from his opponent’s palm with no warning, striking his fist.

What was most shocking was that the direction of this force was vertically downward, just like a towering mountain pressing down on him. How could a man’s strength contend with a mountain? Facing such a heavy force, Mr. Deng was completely overwhelmed and unable to resist.

Thud! Mr. Deng knelt before Ye Tian.

"What on earth is going on?" Wang Qiang exclaimed from inside the van.

"This shouldn’t be happening! Mr. Deng is so strong, how can he be kneeling to Ye Tian! What’s going on?" Yun Feng was equally shocked, completely at a loss.

In the pouring rain, Bai Lan finally relaxed a little.

Ye Tian stood enveloped in rain and mist, water splashing around him, creating layers of mist, making it hard to see his outline clearly.

The rain, getting fiercer!

The thunder, getting wilder!

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, who was it that said they could turn me into mush with one punch? Do you realize your mistake now?" Ye Tian said mockingly, looking down at the giant kneeling on the ground.

"Just die!" Mr. Deng suddenly roared.

In their previous exchange, he had not used his full strength. It was normal to lose temporarily when the enemy’s true power was unclear.

Mr. Deng was not afraid of temporary failure; as long as he killed his adversary in the end, he would still be the victor of this fight.

"Let me show you the power of the Iron Cloth Shirt! You’ve forced me to use my trump card!"

In his roar, Mr. Deng seemed to enter a berserk state, his eyes turning blood red instantly. His muscles bulged as if layer upon layer of flesh armors were protecting him.