548: Chapter 548 It was Wang Xiu'e who invited me!

Yan Lingling cried for a long time before finally calming down.

She raised her head with red eyes and sobbed, "Feifei, it's good that you've returned safely."

Sophie smiled sweetly and then bowed to Ye Chen and Yi Yue.

"Teacher Yi, Ye Chen, thank you both."

Yi Yue shook her head, "Why thank me? You were both my students."

Ye Chen smiled without saying anything.

Sophie composed herself and smiled sweetly.

"You haven't had dinner yet, right?"

"I'll cook, as a way to thank you."

Just as she finished speaking.

Ye Chen's brows furrowed sharply.

Seeing this.

Sophie thought Ye Chen was unhappy, and her heart skipped a beat; she was just about to ask...

Suddenly!

Without warning, Ye Chen reached out his right hand, wrapped his arm around Yi Yue's waist, and pulled her into his embrace.

Caught off guard, Yi Yue let out a cry of surprise as she collided with Ye Chen's chest.

Almost at the same instant...

"Bang!!!"

The floor-to-ceiling window shattered with a boom, sending shards flying everywhere.

A bullet whizzed past the spot where Yi Yue had been standing, pierced through the wall behind, and left a fist-sized hole in it.

If not for Ye Chen's pull, that bullet would have accurately pierced through Yi Yue's skull.

The three women's faces turned deathly pale instantly.

Sophie's pupils contracted sharply; she instinctively crouched down and covered her head with her hands.

Yan Lingling was so terrified that she let out a scream, huddled behind the sofa, and trembled all over.

Yi Yue was shielded in Ye Chen's arms, her heart beating so fast it felt like it was about to jump out of her throat.

But she didn't scream; she just gripped Ye Chen's clothes tightly.

A cold glint flashed in Ye Chen's eyes.

The bullet had penetrated the wall and embedded itself in the other side, but the wall around the bullet head showed fine cracks, as if it had been corroded by something.

That was by no means an ordinary bullet.

It was similar to the bullets developed by Bureau 749.

It was a special type of ammunition designed for Cultivators, capable of penetrating a Cultivator's protective true energy.

But now...

It was being used against an ordinary person?

In other words, the target was very likely him.

"Ye Chen..." Yi Yue regained her senses and spoke instinctively.

Hearing this, Ye Chen took a deep breath.

"Wait for me here."

"Don't run around, don't open the windows, and don't go near the balcony."

Yi Yue nodded.

Without waiting for the other two women to reply, Ye Chen quickly went to the balcony and leaped down.

The night wind whistled past his ears.

Ye Chen's body fell from the twelfth floor at an astonishing speed.

At the same time, [Earth Vein Tracking] was instantly released at full power.

His perception spread out in all directions like an invisible giant net, centered on him.

Penetrating buildings!

Penetrating trees!

Penetrating the ground!

Enveloping every inch of space within a radius of several miles.

The next second.

He caught it.

In the southeast direction, about 1,200 meters away, on the roof of a high-rise building under construction.

There was a person.

That person was lying on the edge of the rooftop with a sniper rifle set up in front, the muzzle still retaining a faint scent of gunpowder smoke.

The person seemed to have sensed something and was quickly dismantling the sniper rifle, preparing to retreat.

"Want to run?"

Ye Chen gave a cold smile. When he was still three stories above the ground, he waved his right hand, and a burst of true energy erupted from his palm, striking the ground and creating a counter-force that suddenly slowed his descent.

Immediately after.

Once he landed, he stamped his foot and dashed toward the southeast like a black bolt of lightning.

His figure shuttled through the night, moving so fast that his outline was barely visible.

Passing through the residential garden, vaulting over the wall, and crossing a street.

In just a few breaths, he had arrived at the foot of that high-rise building under construction.

The building was not yet finished, with scaffolding still on the exterior walls. The building was pitch black, with only a few scattered lights shining through from the distant streets.

Ye Chen did not take the stairs but went straight up vertically along the exterior wall.

Alternating his footing between the scaffolding and the wall, his body climbed upward at an astonishing speed like a gecko.

...

On the rooftop, a Middle-aged Man dressed in black tactical gear had just finished dismantling the sniper rifle.

But just as he shouldered the gun case and prepared to retreat from the rooftop...

"Leaving so soon?"

A casual voice came from behind him.

The man's body stiffened abruptly, as if he had been hit by a freezing spell, and he froze in place.

His actions had already been very fast.

But he didn't expect...

The opponent's mobility was even faster, climbing up directly from outside the rooftop!

The assassin turned around slowly.

The next second.

His right hand suddenly reached toward his waist, pulling a gleaming dagger from his tactical belt.

The blade traced a cold arc in the night, stabbing straight at the throat of the figure behind him!

No extra movements, no flashy techniques.

Fast!

Accurate!

Ruthless!

He had practiced this strike for twenty years!

Seeing this, Ye Chen couldn't help but raise an eyebrow.

Then.

He reached out his right hand, splayed his fingers, and grabbed the assassin's wrist.

The assassin's expression changed drastically.

He desperately tried to pull his wrist back, but Ye Chen's fingers were like iron pliers, firmly clamping onto his wrist bone, not moving an inch.

Ye Chen looked at him and said indifferently, "Is that all?"

Before he finished speaking.

He snapped his wrist sharply.

"Crack!"

The sound of bones breaking exploded in the night sky.

The assassin's palm flipped outward at an impossible angle, white bone fragments piercing through the skin, and blood gushing out.

"Ah!!!"

The assassin screamed and fell to his knees, the dagger dropping from his hand.

Pain!

It hurt so damn much!

This was ten thousand times more painful than the ten great tortures of the Qing Dynasty...

For a moment.

His body trembled violently, veins bulged on his forehead, and bean-sized sweat beads rolled down from under his mask.

Ye Chen looked down at him, expressionlessly raised his right foot, and kicked the assassin in the chest.

"Bang!"

The assassin's body fell backward, but Ye Chen's sole had already crushed onto his temple, pressing his entire face into the ground, unable to move.

"Speak, who hired you to kill?"

The assassin's lips trembled, and his teeth chattered.

He was holding on!

He was a hired assassin, and no one understood the importance of reputation better than he did!

However...

Ye Chen applied a little pressure with his foot.

"I don't like repeating questions."

The assassin felt it instantly.

The pressure coming from the top of his head was like a mountain pressing down, ready to crush his skull at any moment.

He had no doubt that if this young man wished, his head would burst like a watermelon in the next second.

The assassin's psychological defenses collapsed completely at this moment.

To hell with assassin principles!

"I'll talk! I'll talk!"

"It was Wang Xiue who hired me!"

"Wang Xiue?"

Ye Chen's brows furrowed slightly. He thought for a moment in his mind, confirming he had no impression of this name at all. "Who is Wang Xiue?"

The assassin couldn't hold himself together anymore.

"You... you don't know?"

"You don't even know the person you offended?"

Damn it!

Could this killing god have killed so many people that he didn't even remember how many he had killed? Or who he had offended?

If that were the case...

Then he probably wouldn't survive tonight???

Ye Chen looked at him strangely, "I've offended plenty of people; do I need to remember them one by one?"

Assassin: "..."

He knew.

He couldn't argue with such a killing god about whether he remembered his employers; he had to answer honestly.

The assassin took a deep breath and explained, biting the bullet.

"Wang Xiue is the young lady from the Wang Family of Yunnan Province who married into the Chen Family of Kunlun Ruins."

Hearing this, Ye Chen suddenly realized, "Oh, so it's Wang Tianlong's younger sister?"

The assassin hurriedly replied.

"That's right!"

Ye Chen continued to ask, "Did Wang Xiue come to Xiamen City?"

The assassin shook his head quickly.

"No, she has already gone to Yunnan Province, and the Chen Family members have gone too."

"And I was hired by them to kill that woman."

"It was mainly to collect some 'interest' from you."

"As for other things, I don't know. I just take money to do things, take money to kill; I really don't know anything else."

Ye Chen looked down at him and remained silent for a full two breaths.

The assassin felt a chill down his spine from his gaze, his lips trembling as he wanted to say something more.

But Ye Chen spoke first, "The person you wanted to kill is my woman. If I weren't here, you probably would have succeeded, so you can die now."

Upon hearing this, the assassin panicked completely.

"No..."

However, before he could scream, Ye Chen exerted force with his foot.

"Crack!"

Bones shattered.

The assassin's head was already deformed.

Ye Chen withdrew his foot and took out his phone from his pocket.

Then.

He found Wang Tianlong's number and dialed it.

The phone rang twice.

Wang Tianlong's voice came from the other end, carrying a hint of panic.

"Ye... Mr. Ye?"

"You're calling so late; is there something important?"

Ye Chen didn't waste words and spoke directly, "Your sister Wang Xiue and the people from the Chen Family have all arrived on your turf; do you know that?"