Chapter 0039: Lord Long?

“Are you here to kill me?”

A chill instantly swept through Zhang Xiaofan’s heart. Judging by the trajectory of the bullet, it was indeed aimed at him.

“Damn it!”

From the distant rooftop, a shadowy figure stood up reluctantly. For his target to evade a sniper shot under such circumstances, this person had to be a master among masters—surely, he would also deduce the sniper’s position. Without a moment’s hesitation, the sniper swiftly disassembled the rifle, packed it into its case, and made his escape.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaofan floored the gas pedal, rapidly alternating between clutch and brake, releasing and pressing them again. The Cayenne’s performance was as remarkable as expected, and paired with his superb driving skills, the vehicle spun in place in a perfect arc.

Then, under the stunned gaze of the Hummer’s driver, Zhang Xiaofan’s car shot forward at breakneck speed, crashing straight into the Hummer.

“It’s done!”

With a low shout, Zhang Xiaofan stomped the accelerator. Behind his sunglasses, the Hummer driver’s eyes filled with terror. Without hesitation, he slammed the gear into reverse, the Hummer’s brute force immediately shoving aside the cars behind it as he yanked the steering wheel, trying to turn around.

A cold smile appeared at the corner of Zhang Xiaofan’s mouth; this was exactly what he had hoped for.

Under the full force of the Cayenne’s charge, the speed reached 150 km/h in an instant. The Hummer driver, frantically attempting to turn, had no chance to avoid the collision.

With a thunderous crash, the Cayenne’s front end smashed viciously into the Hummer’s driver-side door. The violent impact caved in the metal, sending the Hummer skidding back onto the curb, its wheels spinning helplessly above the ground.

Lin Siyu, seated in the back, felt the world rock violently—the breakfast she’d eaten nearly came up.

At that moment, Zhang Xiaofan calmly opened the car door, stepped out unhurriedly, and seized the deformed handle of the Hummer’s door. With brute force, he ripped the door clean off its hinges.

Since it was rush hour, many onlookers had gathered, at first thinking they’d stumbled onto a movie shoot. But where were the props? It all seemed too real.

When Zhang Xiaofan tore the Hummer’s door off with one hand, many of the drivers and pedestrians watching widened their eyes in disbelief.

“Did I just see that?”

“Am I dreaming?”

“No, you’re not. He really pulled the Hummer’s door off with one hand.”

“That driving just now—now this show of strength—it’s like a live Hollywood blockbuster…”

“He’s a monster! An absolute beast!”

Zhang Xiaofan couldn’t hear their exclamations and chatter. He flung the door to the ground, then reached in and dragged the stunned, sunglasses-wearing driver out by the collar.

It had to be said, the Hummer’s safety features were top-notch. Despite the collision, the driver had only split his scalp and broken an arm.

The driver stared at Zhang Xiaofan in horror. Was this man even human? He had dodged a sniper’s bullet and ripped off a Hummer’s door single-handedly.

This… this was beyond belief! Only in Hollywood movies did people pull off such feats. Even the experts in his organization couldn’t dodge a sniper’s bullet, could they?

“What… what are you going to do…?” The driver instinctively shrank back, eyes fixed on Zhang Xiaofan’s murderous gaze.

Zhang Xiaofan said nothing. He smashed his fist down on the man’s broken arm, the force driving bone through flesh.

A scream of agony burst from the driver’s throat, the pain boring into his soul.

“Cooperate, and you’ll suffer less,” Zhang Xiaofan said, gripping the man’s throat and pinning him against the Hummer.

“Were you here to kill me?” Zhang Xiaofan asked coldly.

The Hummer driver shook his head reflexively, “I… I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

Zhang Xiaofan smiled again. With two fingers, he picked up a shard of windshield glass and, without hesitation, stabbed it into the man’s thigh. The driver shrieked again, blood pouring down his leg.

“Not cooperating, are you?” Zhang Xiaofan’s tone was even. He picked up another shard and waved it before the driver’s eyes.

“I’ll talk… I’ll talk!” Terror gripped the man. It was clear that Zhang Xiaofan didn’t care whether his answers were true or not. As far as this madman was concerned, denying anything meant more torture.

Voice trembling, the driver choked out, “I was only supposed to keep an eye on you. The one sent to kill you is the sniper.”

“Oh? Why do they want me dead?” Zhang Xiaofan fixed him with a steely gaze. “I have no quarrel with you. Tell me: who sent you?”

A look of anguish crossed the driver’s face.

Zhang Xiaofan said nothing, simply drove another glass fragment into the man’s other thigh.

Once again, the driver howled in pain. This man was ruthless—a complete lunatic! If this continued, he’d bleed to death soon enough.

Sure enough, Zhang Xiaofan picked up another shard, a wicked smile on his lips. “Well? You have three seconds to decide.”

“Three…”

“Two…”

“I can’t say! If I talk, I’m dead!” the driver shook his head in terror, recalling his employer’s cruelty.

“One…”

But Zhang Xiaofan ignored him, stabbing the glass straight through the man’s arm.

Then, in a calm voice: “If you don’t speak, you die here and now.”

A cold shudder ran through the driver, his pupils contracting in fear. “You… you’d actually kill me? I never laid a hand on you! This is murder…”

Zhang Xiaofan sneered. “And so what if it is? At least you die first, don’t you? Besides, do you really think it’ll cause me any trouble?”

Back in the Cayenne, Lin Siyu stared at Zhang Xiaofan, dumbfounded. How could this man be so violent? Yet, at this moment, he radiated a hot-blooded masculinity—arrogant, ruthless, domineering. He was nothing like the lecherous buffoon she’d thought him to be. She found him more and more inscrutable.

“If I tell you, will you let me live?” The driver’s blood kept flowing; dizziness was setting in. He trembled, sensing death’s approach. Even if Zhang Xiaofan did nothing more, he would die soon at this rate.

But Zhang Xiaofan shook his head. “You’re in no position to bargain with me… It seems you still don’t understand your situation…”

His voice was icy, and the driver felt a chill run through his entire body.

Zhang Xiaofan forced him to the ground, then stomped down on the glass embedded in his left thigh, grinding it back and forth.

The glass drove deep into the flesh; a faint grinding could be heard as it scraped bone.

The driver’s body convulsed, his screams of agony echoing in the morning air, pain threatening to tear him apart.

Zhang Xiaofan watched impassively, showing no sign of stopping, his foot already moving to the other thigh.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk! It’s Dragon Lord!” The driver could bear it no longer; he wanted only to die, to end this inhuman torment.

Zhang Xiaofan smiled faintly. “Why does he want me dead?”

“I don’t know! I really don’t know—I just follow orders…” the driver shouted, truly ignorant of the reason for this maniac’s assassination.

“Oh… Well, then you can die now.”

Zhang Xiaofan could see he was telling the truth. Since he’d come to kill him, there was no reason to let him live.

He stomped down hard on the driver’s throat. With a violent press, the driver’s eyes bulged, his mouth gaping in a silent scream until, moments later, all movement ceased.

“What the hell did I just see…? He just killed a man!”

A fat man with a green dragon tattoo was so shocked he dropped his phone.

“He killed someone… he really killed someone… Who is that guy? He’s a monster!”

“He’s killed!”

Inside the car, Lin Siyu was stunned. She never imagined Zhang Xiaofan would actually kill a man—wasn’t he afraid of facing justice?

Meanwhile, Zhang Xiaofan calmly pulled out his phone and dialed a number.

“Find me everything on someone called ‘Dragon Lord.’ And notify the Jinghai authorities—I just killed a hitman. I don’t want any trouble.”

“Understood. The information will be sent to you within five minutes. Jinghai police will be notified immediately.”

Inside the Hummer, there was a box of premium cigarettes. Zhang Xiaofan took one, lit it, and smoked.

“That guy’s insane—he just killed someone, and he’s calmly smoking… The police will be here any minute…”

“He probably knows there’s no escape…”

Halfway through his cigarette, his phone vibrated with a message—details on Dragon Lord.