NOVEL ONLINE FREE Chapter 18:
Chapter 18: Hunting:
Lin Fan wore a cold sneer on his face, ready to wipe out every last one of them. He hadn’t even planned to use his full strength. With just his combat skills, he could easily handle the situation. Or so he thought.
But in the next second, his eyes widened in shock.
The men who had been confronting him suddenly pulled out firearms—rifles, pistols, and more!
Lin Fan’s throat tightened. Weren’t they supposed to charge at me for a hand-to-hand fight? Why were they fully armed with hot weapons? Where did they even get so many guns?
This wasn’t at all what he expected!
Even with his strength, Lin Fan could only endure the attacks of four or five handguns. But now, under this storm of bullets and in a wet environment, he wasn’t yet strong enough to be immune to bullets.
“Kill him!” someone shouted.
“Da-da-da-da-da!”
A rain of bullets poured toward him without a hint of hesitation.
Lin Fan’s expression turned fierce. All the true energy in his body surged forth at once, powerful and terrifying—like a rampaging lion. He rolled forward and leapt straight down from the upper floor. In his hand, the crescent-shaped scimitar slashed through the air, sending out a deadly arc of light. Over a dozen enemies were instantly taken down.
Using the chaos created by the gunfire, Lin Fan jumped behind a sofa. With a kick, the sofa rolled toward the crowd like a battering ram.
Taking advantage of the opening, Lin Fan condensed a burst of true energy in his palm and blasted it at them. These thugs from the Hey Society were no match for Lin Fan. They didn’t even try to engage him up close—they relied entirely on their guns, firing wildly.
Lin Fan could only use his agility, constantly leaping from place to place. While his true energy shield prevented the bullets from piercing his body completely, he still suffered injuries.
“This is endless! I need to retreat!” Lin Fan knew he couldn’t force his way through this. The ambush was clearly premeditated—how else could they be this heavily armed?
He roared, turned around, smashed a window with his fist, and leapt out.
The attackers inside weren’t about to let him go. They rushed after him.
On the second floor, a young man leaned out of a room and shouted furiously, “Kill him! Kill him now! He dared to attack me! Let him die!”
That man was none other than Luo Han, the young master of the Haisha Society. He had received a warning message earlier saying there might be an attack tonight. Because the sender had a mysterious identity, Luo Han took it seriously—and someone actually came!
Lin Fan originally intended to retreat. But when he saw someone barking orders from the second floor like a dog, he suddenly froze. That voice… calling me “Young Master”… it sounds like Shen Wuxiao!
His eyes burned with fury. Old grudges and new hatred mixed.
Lin Fan grabbed a shard of broken glass from the ground, channeled his inner strength into it, and hurled it upward with precision.
Swish!
The glass, empowered by Lin Fan’s true energy, became as sharp as a flying blade. In an instant, it reached Luo Han.
Shh~!
A slicing sound cut through the air. Luo Han’s screams stopped abruptly. A piece of glass had pierced his neck!
“Uh… uh…” Luo Han clutched his throat as blood gushed out, his eyes wide in disbelief.
“Save the young master! The rest of you, chase him down and kill him!” someone shouted.
Gunmen turned back to check on Luo Han while others continued to pursue Lin Fan.
Lin Fan felt a moment of satisfaction. That throw must have severed the guy’s windpipe. He was as good as dead.
“Xiaochen, I’ve avenged you!” Lin Fan murmured with relief. For the first time, he felt free.
Without hesitation, he dashed out of the villa.
But the moment he stepped outside, he felt a chill crawl up his spine. His instincts screamed at him, and he dove to the side.
A sniper bullet landed precisely where he had just been!
Why is there a sniper?! Lin Fan’s heart dropped.
What he didn’t know was that the sniper was Shen Wuxiao.
At that moment, Shen Wuxiao was perched on the villa’s rooftop with a confident smile. Holding a heavy sniper rifle, he aimed and fired again.
Lin Fan, now behind a car, realized the sniper was an expert. He didn’t dare move recklessly. But Shen Wuxiao was relentless—he aimed at the car’s gas tank.
Bang!
Swish! Shell ejected. Another shot followed immediately.
Bang!
This one landed exactly where Lin Fan was about to step, forcing him back.
“Young Master, I’m going in!” Uncle Wu shouted.
Shen Wuxiao, still peering through the scope, replied calmly, “Go.”
Uncle Wu nodded, picked up a Gatling gun, and charged forward at high speed. With Shen Wuxiao’s connections, acquiring this kind of weapon was no problem.
The heavy gun didn’t slow Uncle Wu down at all. He opened fire with full force. The rotating barrel spat flames and bullet shells clattered to the ground like rain.
Lin Fan felt suffocated. What is this place? A warzone?
They had sniper rifles and Gatling guns?! Is this some kind of battlefield?! They looked more like arms dealers than gangsters.
Lin Fan’s advantage had vanished. If he even peeked his head out, he’d be turned into Swiss cheese by the bullets coming from three directions.
But he knew the car he was hiding behind would explode soon.
He clenched his jaw, gathered his true energy, and burst out with lightning speed!
Shen Wuxiao had been waiting. The moment Lin Fan made his move, he pulled the trigger.
Bang~!
Lin Fan fell mid-leap, crashing hard into the ground.
He was hit.
Inner thigh!
[Ding! Hit the lucky protagonist’s thigh, points +10,000.]
Shen Wuxiao smiled with delight. This feeling—this was the thrill of the hunt!
But Lin Fan wasn’t an ordinary man.
Through the pain, he reacted quickly, rolled, and scrambled to cover, drenched in sweat.
He punched the ground in frustration. He had never felt so helpless!
Shen Wuxiao knew it was time. Lin Fan wouldn’t get away.
But before letting him escape, he had to leave an impression.
He dropped the sniper rifle, leapt off the villa roof, and rushed to a commercial van with fake license plates. He jumped in and started driving.
He wasn’t going to actually save Lin Fan. In Lin Fan’s eyes, Shen Wuxiao was just some spoiled rich kid.
It would be unnatural to charge into a battlefield to rescue him. But pretending to want to help—looking hesitant and nervous—would create the perfect illusion.
Shen Wuxiao even poured some mineral water on his face to make it look like he was sweating profusely.
As Shen Wuxiao expected, Lin Fan snapped.
He kicked a car, sending it sliding sideways into the crowd, forcing them to stop shooting. He took the chance to dash forward.
Lin Fan gritted his teeth, his face soaked in sweat, but he didn’t stop running.
Then, up ahead, he saw a car.
Without thinking, he lunged toward it. In seconds, he was at the door, trying to open it.
The door was locked, so in his rush, he yanked it off.
“Get out! I won’t hurt you! Hurry!”
He barked the order, too panicked to even look at the driver.
Shen Wuxiao, sitting behind the wheel, smiled to himself. But without saying a word, he slammed his foot on the accelerator and drove off into the night.