111: Chapter 111 Another stroke of bad luck

For Zhang Shan, Aolu Group was the culmination of his hard work here. He would absolutely not allow anyone to bully him easily.

Regarding the previous incident at Shanhai Pass, because his opponent was hidden in the shadows, he had to be cautious and careful. But now that someone had jumped out, he was no longer worried. After all, people standing in the open were much easier to deal with than those hiding in the dark.

Although he heard from Xia Wei that this Mr. Zheng was not someone to be trifled with, he was not worried. Even if it were the King of Heaven himself, if he provoked him, he would have to pay the price.

After lingering affectionately with Xia Wei for a while, Zhang Shan left the company.

"Shan Zi, when are you coming back?"

"Why? Does it make any difference whether I'm there or not? What exactly is your purpose? Hurry up and say it!"

Zhang Shan was talking on the phone with Gu Nan while driving. But just as his car turned a corner, a large truck came speeding from another intersection and slammed towards him.

"Damn, what is this situation?" Zhang Shan blurted out a curse.

Gu Nan, who had been playfully teasing Zhang Shan, instantly turned serious upon hearing that exclamation.

"Shan Zi, what's wrong? Did you encounter something?"

"It's nothing, nothing, don't worry. Just a bit of bad luck, I got into a car accident. I won't talk to you for now; I'll go home after I finish dealing with this."

After saying that, he hung up the phone.

Looking at the traffic jam in front of him, Zhang Shan prepared to take a shortcut home. After all, dealing with a car accident was quite troublesome. It definitely wouldn't be finished in less than half an hour, and he didn't want to wait around here for half an hour.

Just as he turned the steering wheel, he suddenly thought of something, kicked the car door open, and jumped out.

Bang, bang~

Several bullet holes appeared on the seat where Zhang Shan had just been sitting. If he hadn't reacted in time, he would have been dead by now.

"It seems this car accident wasn't an accident. It was aimed at me."

Zhang Shan's eyes turned cold. Since they wanted to come, he wouldn't blame himself for being merciless.

Zhang Shan shifted his position rapidly. But the opponent was clearly well-prepared, having even accounted for his reactions. Every time he moved to a new spot, a bullet would strike his previous location the next second.

"Damn it, I didn't expect there to be a sniper hiding."

But these things couldn't stump him. If this incident could make him lose his composure, he wouldn't be worthy of being a top-tier assassin.

Just after Zhang Shan pulled out his weapon and took out a few snipers hidden in the dark.

More than a dozen masked men rushed out from the opposite store, holding guns and firing a barrage at him. The dense rain of bullets made it hard for Zhang Shan to lift his head. He instantly flung throwing knives from his sleeves. The knives shot towards the masked men, each one fatal.

"Damn, a gun user like me being suppressed by these bastards to the point where I can't lift my head—how embarrassing."

In an instant, bullets were flying everywhere at the street intersection, and the fighting was incessant.

These masked men seemed fearless. Although Zhang Shan's throwing knives kept claiming the lives of their companions, they kept rushing forward with no intention of retreating. Moreover, they were looking for the pattern in Zhang Shan's throwing, attempting to dodge his knives.

Zhang Shan's gaze was cold and stern. He hadn't appeared much in this city, and not many people knew him. Furthermore, these masked men didn't look like ordinary people; they felt like those who had experienced bloodshed on the battlefield. He was very curious about who had sent these people.

"Who exactly are you? Going to such lengths to take my life."

Zhang Shan asked the group of men in black while dodging bullets.

"Don't ask so much. We just received orders to kill you; you can only blame your bad luck. Someone actually paid a high price to hire us to kill you!"

The man in black replied.

"Since that's the case, don't blame me for not leaving any of you alive."

Wherever the throwing knives flew, each one was lethal.

"Captain, Captain, we've suffered heavy losses! If we keep going, we might be wiped out." One of the masked men said anxiously to his companion. The battle hadn't lasted long, but they had already lost more than half of their men.

"I see it, I see it, don't say any more. We received a death order this time; no matter what, we must kill this person today. So we have no choice. Tell the brothers that even if we all die today, we must complete the mission."

"Yes."

Although death permeated the entire street, they held a unique belief in their hearts. They rushed towards Zhang Shan without hesitation, the guns in their hands firing incessantly at him.

Seeing their actions, Zhang Shan sneered. Since you all want to come and die, if I don't fulfill your wish, it would seem a bit unfair to you.

"Since that's the case, then go to hell."

Zhang Shan's gaze was cold. The throwing knives in his hands were like death's scythe. He rotated his wrists, waving them among the masked men, and with every swing, a spray of blood erupted.

Bodies fell backward one by one. Just when Zhang Shan felt he was about to finish these people off.

Bang, a gunshot rang out. It hit his shoulder blade.

"Damn it, I didn't take out all the snipers just now."

Zhang Shan clutched his shoulder blade. These masked men in the open posed no threat to him, but if there were snipers, his odds of winning were a bit slim. He had been too careless just now.

"Don't underestimate us. Go to hell!"

The masked man sneered and rushed towards Zhang Shan with his gun.

"Hmph, you want to kill me? You should check your own worth first." Although Zhang Shan was injured, it did not affect his killing movements in the slightest.

"Who exactly are you people? We don't seem to know each other, right?" Zhang Shan said, distracting them.

"You don't need to know that. You can only blame your bad luck. We are just taking money to solve problems for others. You just need to know that someone wants your life." In this masked man's view, Zhang Shan was sure to die today.

"Heh, you guys are too shallow. If it's for money, I can give you more, as long as you are willing to work for me."

Actually, Zhang Shan still thought highly of these few masked men. They had their own firm beliefs and generally wouldn't betray them.

"You're overthinking this. If it were for money, I might really help you. But you killed so many of my brothers; do you think I would easily let you go?"

Although what Zhang Shan said was very tempting to him, his dozen or so brothers now only had a few left. Even if he didn't do it for himself, he had to avenge his brothers.

"So you're not planning to let me go?" Zhang Shan asked, knowing the answer.

"Of course, you will definitely die today." The masked man said through gritted teeth.