Naming Technique of the Night

He still had a gun, but the other man was unarmed now.

As they approached a turn, he suddenly pressed the window button.

The moment the vehicle swerved, the gang leader poked the gun out of the window and aimed it at Qing Chen as he pulled the trigger!

However, what the gang leader hadn’t anticipated was that the moment he started to slow down, Qing Chen had pulled another pistol from his waist and fired at the same time.

Qing Chen had two guns on him!

The act of intentionally firing all his bullets and throwing away his gun earlier was also a deliberate display for the gang leader, knowing he could hardly catch up with the vehicle.

It was better to make the gang leader slow down himself, or even come back to kill him.

The gang leader panicked, ducking his head as he fired, which caused the gun to deviate from its course.

A numbness hit the gang leader’s ear, as if something had pierced through, and he could even smell his hair being singed by the bullet,

Midnight gunfire echoed on the winding road, and Qing Chen was also shot.

Even though his opponent had lost his aim, a bullet still grazed his shoulder, leaving a deep gash on his right arm.

Qing Chen lost his balance and fell to the ground, the huge momentum of his run and the slope of the downhill causing him to roll continuously on the ground.

He clenched his teeth, got up again, and coldly watched the car’s silhouette grow more distant on the winding road.

To close the gap with the van, Qing Chen had crossed the forest between the roads barefoot!

Running through the mountain paths, he hoisted a rock larger than his head.

His foot’s nerves shrieked alarms as he stepped on twigs and stones.

At some point, his once smooth soles were now a bloody, mangled mess, dark with blood mixed with dust, looking brutally cruel.

Yet he paid no attention to the gashes bloodied by branches on his cheeks, nor the gash on his shoulder.

He ignored the gravel and twigs underfoot as well.

All he could do was block out all sensory pain from his mental fortitude.

Then make the perpetrator pay for tonight.

Qing Chen ran faster and faster.

Through the mountains, the world seemed to turn into a giant chessboard.

At this moment, he was no longer a chess player, but a fearless pawn crossing boundaries!

Full of bloodied bravery!

This mountain-road chessboard gradually became a model in Qing Chen’s mind, as he silently calculated his own speed and that of the opposing vehicle.

Strands of information intertwined in Qing Chen’s mind.

The next moment, Qing Chen dashed to the high edge of the forest. Below, more than ten meters down, was the gang leader’s winding road, his hair tips sparkling with beads of sweat.

“Breathe.”

“Control.”

“Dominate.”

Here, there was not only the fearless pawn crossing the river but also the cannon coming head-on!

In an instant, he didn’t even check where the van had reached, as he let go of the rock in his arms.

The stone, tossed from a great height, traced a precise parabola towards the inevitable path of the van over ten meters below.

The rock tumbled in the air, picking up speed as gravity pulled it faster!

The gang leader’s pupils suddenly constricted!

He slammed on the brakes too late, the black van crashing into the airborne stone as if it had driven right into it.

With a thunderous crash, the gang leader was smashed in his driver’s seat as the van lost control and collided with the mountain beside the road.

In the darkness, no one noticed the car accident that had just occurred on the winding mountain road.

The gang leader sat silently in the car, his face covered in blood from hitting the steering wheel.

He looked immensely ferocious.

The car’s hood was irregularly twisted, and a hissing sound was coming from inside, as if something was leaking.

The gun had flown off to who knows where.

He used his shoulder to force the door open and staggered out of the car, intending to walk into the mountains on foot. Without the car, the road was no longer passable; otherwise, Kunlun would have reached him before he could even make it down the mountain.

However, the gang leader suddenly saw a masked young man appearing at the turn of the winding road.

The place where the opponent threw stones had a drop of more than ten meters, so he had to take a detour to chase after them.

But the gang leader couldn’t understand why, with his feet already a bloody mess, the other party still relentlessly pursued him!

The next moment, the young man’s speed increased, and he began to run again!

The gang leader felt a chill at this instant, as he himself had a mechanical limb but couldn’t muster the courage to confront the opponent head-on!

He turned to run but hadn’t taken two steps before losing his balance and falling to the ground.

The recent car accident seemed to have affected his cerebellum; he couldn’t maintain his balance while walking.

The gang leader struggled to his feet, his heart hardened as he saw the young man approaching.

He straightened up and roared, “Come on! Don’t you want to kill me? Come on!”

But the young man remained silent, saying nothing.

Suddenly, the young man flipped out a Spring Knife and viciously stabbed at the gang leader’s neck.

The gang leader was startled inside; his strong mechanical limbs quickly crossed in front of him.

However, in the blink of an eye, the knife in the young man’s hand had already turned mid-air, the sharp blade grazing past the mechanical limbs, sparking a trail of sparks.

The gang leader was amazed and perplexed, the opponent withdrew so quickly, it was as if his neck had never been the real target.

But then the young man stepped back, sinking his hips, and his dagger swept towards the gang leader’s thigh.

This time, the gang leader was a step faster, his powerful mechanical limbs acting swifter than his movements.

If he could just catch the young man’s wrist wielding the knife and crush it, he would still emerge victorious in this fight.

But the gang leader’s instincts blurred his vision, and this time, the masked young man’s attack was still a feint!

As he grabbed the arm, the young man had already stepped to his left side, where he was completely exposed!

Before he could react, the Spring Knife had already stabbed deeply into his spleen.

At that moment, the gang leader suddenly felt as if he had returned to the battlefields of Southeast Asia, facing a master of knife fighting.

Since the fight started, he hadn’t even managed to touch the opponent’s body.

Even though he was injured and had hit his head, it was still unbelievable.

The opponent was like a gust of wind, uncatchable and intangible.

But deadly.

The young man was executing a precise strategy, step by step luring him to expose his vulnerable side, while every move he made played into the opponent’s plan.

It was like art, he thought with dread.

The young man pulled out the Spring Knife and turned to walk away.Nôv(el)B\\\\jnn

The gang leader felt the blood in his body flowing out like it was a gate that had been opened.

He watched the young man’s indifferent departing figure, as if he was just a minor character unworthy of conversation.

Apparently, the young man had endured the pain in his feet while pursuing him, simply to ensure his death, leaving no possibility of his survival.

“Why?” the gang leader struggled to ask, puzzled.

Qing Chen thought for a moment and said, “I promised someone that you would definitely die tonight.”

After saying this, the young man turned to leave. At that moment, the gang leader’s phone in his pocket started ringing.

The departing figure of the young man paused, seemingly puzzled.