Chapter 741: Congratulations, you old fox!

He was none other than Chen Chou.

The eternal idol of Chou Feng, Chou Hua, Chou Xue, and Chou Yue, the intimate comrade-in-arms of the number one romantic in Yebai, the cheap stepfather of San Wu, the white-haired adolescent mass murderer in Zheng Qian's heart, the master of climbing walls for secret trysts, known by the nickname "White Night" — Chen Chou.

Just by appearing, he made everyone instantly alert.

The scene where he slaughtered that small squad alone was still fresh in their minds; he was a madman who looked frail but was extremely ruthless in his attacks. He could not be taken lightly. Sessions felt his blood boiling.

Chen Chou's skills were truly too good.

Since he had undergone specialized training in modern firearm evasion, to take him down, one had to create the right conditions.

Clearly, Sessions's feint had succeeded. He had finally lured Chen Chou into this room; in this semi-enclosed space, it was the perfect scenario to take down such a martial arts master, the ideal graveyard to bury him.

Chen Chou had stepped into the room; just one more step forward.

He would undoubtedly die.

Sessions subconsciously glanced at the positions on both sides behind the door. People were already lying in ambush there. As soon as Chen Chou took another step forward, he would be met with a comprehensive, no-blind-spot hail of gunfire, with no chance of survival.

Unless he wasn't human, he would absolutely be turned into a sieve.

Including the two people specially hidden behind the door, there were seven people in this room in total. Chen Chou could see Sessions directly in front of him, and three others crouching in other corners of the room.

Due to the line of sight, the two behind the door couldn't be seen, and there was even one person hidden on the ceiling.

So, Chen Chou could only see four people at the moment.

Sessions faced Chen Chou directly, took out his walkie-talkie, and asked, "Is anyone still alive in the other rooms?"

There was no response.

This meant that in the few short minutes after he had asked, all those people were dead.

However, in Sessions's eyes, their deaths were well worth it.

Because the eight of them had successfully lured Chen Chou here.

This room was the top floor of Yunding Terrace, and those eight people had been spread out across the floors below. Clearly, Chen Chou had been sweeping room by room from the bottom up, killing anyone he encountered, and had finally made it here.

It gave Chen Chou the illusion that there were only two or three people in each room.

Yet here, a full seven-person ambush was gathered!

This made Sessions gasp; such skills were too terrifying.

It seemed the assassin world had underestimated this white-haired youth. He was very familiar with the combat proficiency of his subordinates.

Based on this, he had roughly gauged Chen Chou's combat power, and it was terrifying.

"Heh heh, young man, it seems you really have some tricks up your sleeve, but you will undoubtedly die today. Do you think this is the best safe distance? You are wrong. You don't need to take another step forward; this is already a dead end for you. You are doomed!"

As Sessions spoke, his other hand pulled out a modified Desert Eagle.

Its huge caliber made it look less like a handgun.

It looked more like a small heavy cannon!

"Say your last words, young man. R.I.P." Sessions licked his lips with a faint smile at the corner of his mouth. This distance was enough. Chen Chou didn't need to move forward; as soon as he gave the order, everyone would take a step forward to tighten the encirclement.

He would definitely die! There would be no suspense!

But Chen Chou clearly didn't think so.

He stood calmly in place as the dark clouds blocking the moonlight gradually dissipated, shining upon Chen Chou. His clothes were stained with mottled blood, forming a stark contrast with his pale face and ghostly white hair.

"Do you all think that martial arts masters from Kyushu don't know how to use guns?"

Suddenly, Chen Chou said this.

This sentence instantly left Sessions stunned, full of question marks.

What did that mean? Was the intelligence wrong?

Was Chen Chou also a master of firearms?

Instantly, he lost his confidence. The higher the kung fu, if they knew how to use firearms, their lethality would be hundreds or thousands of times higher than ordinary assassins! This was no exaggeration; relying solely on ethereal movement techniques, they were incomparable to ordinary people.

If... if Chen Chou pulled out two handguns right now, that would indeed be very troublesome.

Because their encirclement was built on the premise that Chen Chou had to engage in close-quarters combat!

[Bang bang!] [Bang bang bang!] [Bang bang bang!]

With eight loud gunshots!

Five people in the room were instantly killed, and one was seriously injured!

In the blink of an eye, except for Sessions and the assassin hidden on the ceiling, they had instantly lost their combat capability!

"Damn it! You actually arranged snipers!? You made preparations beforehand? Damn! We actually fell for it! Damn it, that damned Yun Shicheng! As long as I don't die, I will definitely kill your whole family!"

Sessions's eyes were bloodshot. He subconsciously looked for cover to avoid the snipers outside the window and cursed loudly.

Even if he was a brute, he knew they had been betrayed!

And the person who betrayed them wasn't just Yun Shicheng.

There was one more person.

It was precisely because various pieces of information from multiple sources were gathered that the subsequent series of arrangements began. Chen Chou personally led the operation, protecting Wei Rusi alone. At the same time, multiple experienced snipers were secretly arranged.

Zheng Qian's [Qianlu Security Team] did not yet have this kind of sniping capability.

This group came from Oman and were Vanekto's most loyal and trusted special forces comrades and subordinates.

And Vanekto was ambushing elsewhere with a few others.

Of course, not at the Chunshen Club, and certainly not at the Ran Family.

We will leave that aside for now.

Returning to the matter at hand, although Chen Chou never feared for his life when fighting, it didn't mean he liked to throw his life away. After Chou Hua summarized information from various channels, it was confirmed that the people in this operation were elites from [The Organization].

The leaders among them were Sessions, Muller, Ryan, and Kevin.

With so many experts gathered, if it were just to deal with Jin Lu and Wei Rusi, that would be using a sledgehammer to crack a nut.

So the goal was very clear: to take down Chen Chou, it just wasn't certain who would do it.

Therefore, several sniper experts were specially arranged to cooperate with Chen Chou's actions at all times.

Just now, it was a masterpiece of this series of arrangements.

Along with the huge gunshots just now, although Sessions had reacted fast enough—even sensing the murderous intent of being locked onto by the enemy's sniper with his keen five senses, subconsciously avoiding the first wave of the fiercest attack—

However, he was destined not to escape Chen Chou.

Chen Chou's speed was too fast.

Without many people using shotguns to hinder his movement, he was like a wild horse off its leash.

As the saying goes: [Taiji has no method; movement is the method. When movement conforms to the method, one can win.]

Eyes like shooting stars, hands like lightning, body like a snake, legs like drills.

Chen Chou did not move unless necessary, but when he moved, it was like thunder and ghosts, his movements circular and divine. Just as Sessions was about to dodge, Chen Chou rushed forward, crossing more than ten meters in a single stride, instantly arriving before Sessions and delivering a long punch.

Sessions was terrified, suddenly looking up to find this god of death standing before him.

He subconsciously raised his gun to shoot.

But at such close range, how could Chen Chou give him a chance?

When an emperor is angry, bodies float for a thousand miles. When a commoner is angry, blood splatters five steps.

Chen Chou was not an emperor; he was just the most ordinary commoner. For a commoner, five steps were enough to kill, let alone him. Before Sessions, this firearms expert, could pull the trigger, Chen Chou's collapse punch had reached his front.

One hand in front, one hand in back, while stepping forward, he struck with a punch synchronously from top to bottom.

Sessions didn't even have a chance to grunt!

His chest completely collapsed!

His whole body instantly flew backward, smashing heavily against the wall!

But strangely, he didn't damage the wall even a little bit; his whole body slid down, tightly pressed against the wall like wallpaper. The whole scene looked extremely bizarre; if anyone saw it, their jaws would definitely drop to the ground.

It was as if a person had been beaten into a piece of skin!

If San Wu were here, she would definitely say: "Hitting someone like hanging a painting—this is a very high-level expression of fist intent. It's not fantasy, but a way of exerting force. You can imagine it as us picking up a relatively heavy painting and hanging it on the wall; hmm, that's roughly the principle of the force exertion. Brother Chou, you're so amazing!"

Hearing the gunfire cease, Wei Rusi on the second floor slightly raised her beautiful eyebrows.

She put down her teacup and said lightly, "The matter has been resolved. I think Elder Yun should have no other worries, right? Thank you for making the right choice; you are indeed an old fox who has roamed Shanghu for many years."

"Congratulations to you. From today on, the Yun family is a friend of the Qianlu Group."

Wei Rusi extended her slender, long, fair, and beautiful jade-like hand, which looked like that of a pianist.