31: Chapter 31: Squeezing out the last bit of value, setting a deadly trap for the divine doctor.
"I beg you... just treat me like a fart... and let me go!"
The shrill, pleading voice echoed through the rainy night, harsh and sorrowful.
Qin Yuan held his jet-black custom umbrella, looking down condescendingly at the pile of mush on the ground.
Rainwater dripped down the ribs of the umbrella, splashing onto Ye Chen's face, which had been humbled to the extreme.
The corners of Qin Yuan's mouth slowly curled into a bone-chilling, cruel arc.
Breaking down already?
How boring.
A glimmer of deep blue light, visible only to him, flashed in the depths of his eyes.
[Child of Destiny Ye Chen, Current Destiny Value: 150 points (Near-death counterattack state).]
[Hidden Fate Triggered: Central Plains, Mount Song, Millennium Ancient Temple.]
[Detected Shaolin recluse monk Abbot Shi Yan, who once owed his master a life; this is the Child of Destiny's final life-saving talisman.]
Qin Yuan raised an eyebrow imperceptibly.
Interesting.
That old bald donkey hid himself well; in the original story, he was a super big shot who only appeared late in the game to back Ye Chen.
Now that Ye Chen is at the end of his rope, this final big fish is finally about to surface.
Just step on this bug and kill him?
No, the villain's motto is to cut weeds and eliminate the roots, never leaving any future trouble.
Since someone still wants to protect him, then I'll use his hand to pull them up by the roots together!
"Let you go?"
Qin Yuan chuckled, his voice sounding exceptionally clear amidst the torrential rain.
He slowly lifted his foot, clad in a high-end custom leather shoe, and casually kicked the mud and water from beside him onto Ye Chen's face.
"Divine Doctor Ye, with your current appearance, you aren't even fit to be my dog."
Ye Chen shuddered violently, burying his head even lower, his fingernails digging desperately into the cracks of the floor tiles.
"However, this young master is in a good mood today, so I can give you a chance."
Qin Yuan snapped his fingers.
Tan Lang stepped forward and drew a tactical dagger from his waist. Together with a black off-road vehicle key, he threw them directly in front of Ye Chen.
With a crisp "clang".
Ye Chen suddenly raised his head; in those dead-gray eyes, a terrifying desire to survive instantly erupted.
"Take it."
Qin Yuan toyed with the ink-jade ring on his ring finger, his tone like he was teasing a dying prey.
"There is a fully fueled George Patton parked at the intersection ahead."
"There are five hours left until dawn."
"As long as you can escape the borders of Jiangzhong Province alive before dawn."
Qin Yuan leaned down, staring at him with icy eyes, pronouncing his verdict word by word.
"I, Qin Yuan, will spare your dog life."
Standing under the umbrella, Su Qingxue frowned and couldn't help but speak up.
"Young Master Qin, letting a tiger return to the mountain, this..."
"Shut up." Qin Yuan didn't even turn his head. "Do I need you to teach me how to do things?"
Su Qingxue turned pale with fright and quickly lowered her head, retreating half a step away like a startled quail.
Liang Ainuo and Lin Waner didn't even dare to breathe loudly.
As for Ye Chen on the ground, he had no time to care about the lives of those women.
Escape!
Survive!
As long as he could escape to Mount Song and find the Abbot!
The Shaolin Temple had a profound heritage; even if this bastard Qin Yuan had reach covering the sky, he would absolutely not dare to act recklessly in this thousand-year-old Buddhist holy land!
"Tha... thank you, Young Master Qin!"
Ye Chen bit through his rotten teeth, swallowing them along with the blood into his stomach.
He lunged like a mad dog, grabbing the dagger and car keys from the ground. His knees had been completely crushed, and he couldn't stand up at all.
He could only use his arms to grip the slippery marble floor tightly. Dragging his two noodle-like, limp broken legs, he crawled forward desperately!
Ten meters.
Twenty meters.
The rain washed over the long trail of blood he dragged behind him.
The once arrogant successor of Kunlun was now like a wild dog with a broken spine.
He wriggled frantically in the mud and water, crawling toward the black off-road vehicle in the night.
Finally, he crawled to the car door.
Ye Chen bit the door handle firmly with his teeth, veins bulging on his arms!
He forced his broken body, inch by inch, into the driver's seat.
His feet were broken and he couldn't press the gas pedal?
He grabbed the tactical dagger with a backhand grip and slammed it into the gas pedal, pressing down hard!
"Boom—!"
The large-displacement engine let out a beast-like roar. The off-road vehicle, like a runaway mad bull, smashed through the railing at the edge of the plaza, speeding desperately toward Mount Song in the Central Plains!
The heavy rain continued to pour.
Only Qin Yuan and his group remained in the city center plaza.
Gu Qianqian held a military tablet and jumped down from an armored vehicle.
"Big Boss, the fish has taken the bait!"
Qianqian wiped the rain from her face, rubbing her hands excitedly.
"The GPS tracking on the car shows he is running at full speed towards Central Plains Province."
Qin Yuan took the tablet, watching the rapidly moving red dot on the screen. The smile at the corner of his mouth grew wider.
"That's right."
He turned around and threw the black umbrella to the bodyguard beside him.
"Tan Lang, notify the people at the military region."
"The prey is on the road; have our artillery battalion get ready to work."
Tan Lang's expression was solemn as he abruptly lowered his head to take the order.
"Yes! Young Master! How many ancient martial arts experts shall we bring?"
Qin Yuan opened the door of the Maybach and sat in the back seat. Half of his face was hidden in the shadows of the carriage, and his tone revealed a hair-raising arrogance.
"Bring what ancient martial arts experts?"
"To hell with martial arts rules; just set up ten howitzers for me at the entrance of the Shaolin Temple!"