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"Don't be nervous, I'm just borrowing the car for a bit, not here to kill anyone." Wearing that strange helmet, Yang Xiaoyou casually taped the mouth of the chubby man with a shiny face. Once finished, he flipped over a trash can in the alley to cover it up.
Sliding into the black Land Rover on one side, Yang Xiaoyou quickly adjusted to the gear shift and sped off.
Although he had hardly touched a car before, his strong reaction coordination and quick brain processing ensured he could handle the vehicle perfectly.
The driving knowledge stored in his mind kicked in, and he headed straight for his home.
"Hello, Mr. Mo, it's Yi. Please come downstairs now." After dialing his home phone, Yang Xiaoyou spoke to Mo Wenfu on the other end.
At this moment, there was a high possibility that their home phone was being monitored. However, since the time was almost up, it didn't matter much.
Yang Xiaoyou's biggest concern was that either side might act before he could properly assist Mo Wenfu. If that happened, evading them would undoubtedly become much more difficult.
Once the rescue boat arrived, all he needed to do was take Mo Wenfu directly to their destination.
The pursuers were the Yongxing Society and the Common Unity Party—two forces that couldn't be openly acknowledged. Even if both sides had some connections within the police force, they couldn't openly mobilize law enforcement. No matter how badly Mo Wenfu was faring now, his past achievements and influence still held weight.
Even if the Minister of National Defense and State Affairs wanted to deal with him, they couldn't use official means; otherwise, it wouldn't have been Yongxing pursuing Mo Wenfu in the first place.
Since he was only snatching someone from Yongxing and the Common Unity Party, the pressure was undoubtedly greater. In fact, Yang Xiaoyou even felt grateful for the Minister of National Defense and State Affairs' pressure; it had given him such a valuable ally.
As Mo Wenfu walked out of his room and headed downstairs, both the Common Unity Party and Yongxing Society members stationed nearby simultaneously spotted their target. The recent phone call had been tapped by both sides; upon confirming it wasn't their own action, they naturally suspected each other.
"Moon Leader, what should we do?! Our combat personnel here are indeed at a disadvantage compared to theirs. No wonder they suddenly took action; I wonder what leverage they have over Mr. Mo that made him come out himself." A burly man spoke to a stunning woman with fiery red hair wearing a baseball cap in a hotel across the street.
"Regardless of anything else, we must do everything we can to save Mr. Mo. Don't worry; even if they have guns in the city, they won't dare use them. Both sides don't want things to escalate. Just in case, let's bring some along," Liu Lianyue said with a frown before waving her hand at those in the room and leading them out. Although their numbers might be at a disadvantage, their quality was superior.
Meanwhile, in another building available for rent within the district, a man who had started shouting in the Yongxing Conference Room wore a dark expression. "I didn't expect them to act first! But then again, the Common Unity Party's manpower and influence in the city can't compare to ours; they can only take desperate measures. Hmph! It must be that cursed Mo Wenfu. I never thought someone like him would consider joining the Common Unity Party; I shouldn't have let him go so easily back then."
“Eagle Brother, should we take action against our fellow?” one of the subordinates beside him asked.
“Fool, do you want to escalate things by firing in the city? Don’t worry, they won’t dare to retaliate. Neither of us wants to make this a big deal; just bring them along,” the Eagle Brother said, a fierce expression flashing across his face, confident that his side held the absolute advantage.
Meanwhile, inside a speeding black SUV, Yang Xiaoyou checked her handgun once more. After fully loading the magazine, she twirled it in her hand and whistled lightly, anticipating that it was time for some bloodshed.
“It’s definitely them. We can’t let them get close to Mr. Mo. Feidao and Suozi will assist Mr. Mo; the rest of you come with me to block them,” Liu Lianyue decisively ordered as they arrived at the district entrance, spotting members of the Yongxing Society and Mo Wenfu just stepping out of an apartment building.
On the other side, Zhou Ying saw Liu Lianyue and her group rushing over and couldn’t help but smile with confidence. “Toothpick, take your people to deal with those two, then bring that Mo guy over here. The rest of you handle that woman. Tsk tsk, what a tempting beauty. After we finish here, we’ll have some fun with her,” he laughed.
Just then, a black SUV came barreling through the district entrance, heading straight for the crowd, causing both sides to instinctively retreat.
After executing a sharp 180-degree drift, it came to a stop right next to Mo Wenfu, leaving black tire marks on the ground and filling the air with a pungent smell.
Before the vehicle had even fully stopped, a hand reached out from the driver’s window and grabbed Mo Wenfu, pulling him inside and tossing him into the passenger seat.
The series of actions happened so quickly that Mo Wenfu was still reeling when the two SUVs sped off again.
Seeing this reckless driving skill, both sides changed their expressions dramatically.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! The driver wearing a strange helmet fired four shots into the air, igniting chaos like a lit powder keg as both sides pulled out weapons they had previously stowed away.
“Buy me some time; block them and open fire!” Yang Xiaoyou shouted through the car’s external speaker as they passed by.
Upon hearing this command, both sides could no longer restrain themselves; what had started as a mere brawl instantly escalated into a gunfight.
“Bastard! Who gave you the guts to shoot in the city?!” a furious voice roared from an office in Yongxing Entertainment City.
"Combat team, immediately regroup and cease fire. The situation is already out of control." On the rooftop of the dormitory area of Yuying Middle School, a young man holding a phone frowned as he spoke into it.
"I didn't expect you to be so straightforward. However, the effect is indeed impressive. It seems you have confidence in your skills and driving abilities," Mo Wenfu said, glancing at the rearview mirror where two pursuing vehicles were colliding with each other, causing them to drift further apart. He couldn't help but chuckle.
"Is that so? Why not say it's confidence in controlling the situation? Chief Tactic Analyst here," Yang Xiaoyou replied playfully, looking at Mo Wenfu.
The voice was somewhat distorted through the strange helmet, and he knew that whether he could earn the other party's genuine trust depended heavily on this journey.
In his memory, among the globally recognized strongest Tactic Analysts, the other three had few defeats. Only Yang Xiaoyou himself had faced repeated failures due to overwhelming opponents. Yet each failure added a touch of honor to his reputation; he was still proud despite his losses.
Now facing Mo Wenfu, Yang Xiaoyou's primary goal was to resonate with him.
"Undeniably, your abilities are indeed on par with mine. Haha, interesting! Why don't you lead your team in your own style?" After a round of verbal sparring filled with probing and offensive exchanges, Mo Wenfu laughed heartily as if he had stumbled upon something amusing.
His previously wild demeanor had transformed completely from a state of despair to one radiating sharpness and vigor. As a civil servant, he exuded an impressive aura that reflected his Tactic style.
"I'm stretched thin. I must investigate an extremely terrifying organization; I can only rely on you for developments outside," Yang Xiaoyou said, finally relieved after witnessing Mo Wenfu's audacious side. Sweat had already formed on his forehead beneath the helmet.
Just moments ago, he had relied entirely on the knowledge stored in his mind about himself and had pushed himself to engage in probing questions with the other party during their game. If they delved any deeper, his current lack of practical experience would easily be exposed.
The seemingly ordinary conversation between them had drained Yang Xiaoyou's energy; it felt like a fierce battle. His Aspects abilities could only serve as bragging rights; in practice, they were hardly comparable to Mo Wenfu's prowess.
At that moment, a gray sedan suddenly burst onto another road and merged tightly behind Yang Xiaoyou and his team.
"Hey, they're starting to encircle us so quickly. Reaction is pretty fast, huh? Hold steady and don't bite your tongue," Yang Xiaoyou said, noticing the sedan behind them. A glance around revealed several cars clearly exceeding normal speeds, and a hint of excitement crept onto his lips.
After some time of brewing tension and engaging in what seemed like a mundane yet exceptionally sharp exchange with Mo Wenfu, he felt his blood boiling.
No matter how calm he appeared on the surface or how much he played dead in class, his body was unwilling to remain tranquil. The accumulation from his usual large appetite needed an outlet, and since someone was taking the blame, he might as well go all out.
With a sudden jerk of the steering wheel, he swerved to avoid a nearby vehicle and sped onto a secluded road that fit their planned route.
As the already dented SUV turned, several sedans and another SUV followed suit.
On this sparsely populated road, the movements of the pursuing vehicles became much more pronounced.
"The local snakes are indeed local snakes; it seems the Common Unity Party has been suppressed by them," Yang Xiaoyou thought as he watched in the rearview mirror the seamless coordination among the pursuers, no longer clashing with each other. It seemed that close combat was imminent.
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