Yuwen Qian’s gun fired simultaneously. At the exact moment the shot rang out, Yuwen Qian dropped her sniper gear and sprinted toward Zajade without hesitation.
Subsequently, a dark figure materialized at the position Yuwen Qian had just vacated, gathering up her discarded sniping equipment.
Two bullets spun at high velocity, carving visible tunnels of displaced air before violently colliding.
In the next instant, the warhead fired by Yuwen Qian was knocked off course, while Qin Fen’s bullet continued unimpeded, slamming into Zajade’s chest.
Bang!
The blood-soaked, terrifying fan now bore a hole in his chest the size of a human head.
He stared blankly at the wound—a cavity through which the background could be clearly seen—and collapsed, unable to process the reality.
Only he knew that to prevent an accident like this, he wore three layers of spider silk body armor. Not only was it difficult for a hidden sniper to hit him, but even if struck, he shouldn't have sustained a fatal injury given the dual protection of the armor and his bio-beast enhancements.
Yet, he never imagined that the young sniper targeting him today had prepared an extraordinarily rich gift: depleted uranium rounds, significantly enhanced after modification for the M82A1!
Forget three layers of spider silk armor; even a sheet of iron placed against his chest would have resulted in a cleanly perforated hole.
Yuwen Qian was fast, covering more than ten meters in the blink of an eye. Qin Fen was initially stunned, then understood that the woman who missed Zajade was currently engaged in something called "picking up scraps."
It was only then that Qin Fen realized why Yuwen Qian had chosen a second sniper position instead of the first one.
From a purely professional sniping perspective, the first position was vastly superior to the second. Qin Fen’s choice was professionally impeccable.
But from a bounty hunter's perspective, Qin Fen was still green. The distance between his chosen first position and the scene was far greater than that of the second position.
The Longxiang Banyan Gong performed an emergency compression. After days of rigorous training in precise power control, and with the unexpected assistance from Huo Niangzi, Cheng Yan, earlier that day, Qin Fen had gained a new understanding and advancement in turbo-charging his strength.
The muscles in his thick legs contracted slightly, and in the next instant, they inflated as if rapidly filled, swelling as robustly as a hippo’s limbs.
The stone slab beneath Qin Fen’s feet fractured explosively as his legs propelled him forward like a cannonball toward Zajade’s location.
At this point, Qin Fen could no longer worry about affecting the concert. For five thousand US dollars, he unleashed his full strength. The Luohan Steps and Cloud from Shaolin Arhat Fist, under the might of his fierce Longxiang Banyan Gong, resembled an enraged Vajra storming forth to subdue demons.
With every step, the cement surface beneath his feet cracked open, and he moved like a tempest embodied.
Xue Tian, standing among the crowd, grinned repeatedly, applauding lazily. “Such professionalism! Such professionalism! People who value money over life shouldn't be mercenaries—it’s a waste! From now on, I’ll handle finding the jobs, and Old Qin can handle debt collection. Anyone thinking of reneging on payment will surely reconsider after seeing Old Qin’s obsession with money, right?”
Qin Fen was fast, but Yuwen Qian was not slow either. Crucially, Yuwen Qian had a significantly shorter distance to cover. Her move to "pick up scraps" was swift, and she managed to reach Zajade and slice off his head before Qin Fen could.
“Mine! Leave it!”
Qin Fen’s sharp roar reached Yuwen Qian’s ears. The young lady demonstrated absolutely no commendable virtue of 'returning lost property.' Hearing the shout of the owner, she didn't hesitate, clutching Zajade’s head and sprinting away.
“Trying to run?” Having completed his primary task, Qin Fen had no lingering concerns. His eyes were fixed solely on the severed head in Yuwen Qian’s hand. The Longxiang Banyan Gong, after its compressed burst, continued to vibrate, allowing him to steadily close the distance with Yuwen Qian.
However, the initial distance separating them from Zajade was still too great, and Yuwen Qian was also a four-star expert. It was impossible to catch her instantly.
This chase and flight soon led them outside the stadium.
“So many people?”
Qin Fen paused upon exiting the stadium. The fans who hadn't managed to buy tickets appeared to outnumber those inside by an unknowable margin. Yuwen Qian’s cat-like agility was fully unleashed within this throng.
“Can’t run!”
Qin Fen flexed his ankles again, his Dragon Shrouding Body technique moving like a serpent. The crowd became his foundation, like the surface of a lake allowing him to float. He began closing the gap with Yuwen Qian once more.
Yuwen Qian dodged a person and glanced back at the relentlessly pursuing Qin Fen, feeling exasperated. Didn't this man know Zajade’s head was worth five thousand dollars? Why did he look like he’d lost fifty million?
Even fifty million dollars wouldn't warrant such urgency, would it? Muttering 'What a strange man' to herself, Yuwen Qian could only activate her movement techniques again. Simultaneously, she pulled a facial mask, the kind used by women, from her pouch, affixing it to her face. Twisting her ankles and waist sharply, she darted into the deepest part of the crowd.
Qin Fen, giving chase, suddenly noticed that Yuwen Qian’s presence ahead was rapidly weakening, or rather, rapidly changing. She was desperately trying to merge with the chaotic ambient energy signatures.
If she managed to conceal herself successfully, the bounty would vanish!
Driven by the lust for money, Qin Fen’s focus reached an unprecedented height. He locked onto that faint, rapidly moving energy signature.
Yuwen Qian burst out of the crowd, her expression filled with surprise. Despite concealing her aura, not only had she failed to shake him, but the distance between them had actually narrowed slightly. This pursuing soldier was truly persistent.
Outside the stadium, surrounding the outer perimeter of the crowd, countless motorcycles were parked. Yuwen Qian glanced at the preferred transport of these young men and vaulted onto a 1050cc Yamaha. The troublesome anti-theft system seemed non-existent before her. She took a steel needle from her chest pocket and, with two light flicks near the ignition, the exhaust roared to life.
Qin Fen weaved rapidly through the crowd. His eyebrows suddenly shot up: “What? Is that even human speed?”
Emerging from the crowd, Qin Fen saw the lingering haze of blue smoke left by the speeding motorcycle. He flashed to a line of parked bikes, striking the fuel tank of each one with his iron palms while simultaneously listening intently to gauge the vibration amplitude of the gasoline within.
Ultimately, Qin Fen quickly selected a fully fueled Triumph 1050cc.
The motorcycle let out a heavy metal roar, the air thick with the acrid smoke generated by the friction between rubber and asphalt. The two owners of the bikes remained completely unaware that their war machine had been stolen.
The usually boisterous Seoul night was unnaturally quiet tonight due to the highly anticipated concert. Only the reckless gangs, devoted to freedom and exuberance, were still roaring their iron horses, showing off their unique charisma on the Chuncheon expressway.
“Tonight is our night!” “That’s right, we are the masters of Chuncheon!” “Thanks to the concert, thanks to the Fly Heart Girl Group!”
Nearly a hundred riders shouted excitedly toward the sky. The police, who usually harassed them, were all occupied protecting the concert tonight, leaving no excess manpower for restriction.
“A salute to the girl group!”
A suggestion from one of the bikers was immediately endorsed by the others. Nearly a hundred horns blared simultaneously, as if the entire world had been conquered by them.
Then, a single, high-speed motorcycle shot past them from behind like a hurricane, leaving them far behind without even a glance.
The bikers, who had just been blaring their horns, froze in astonishment. Someone dared to show off in their territory, their domain? And the challenger was a woman?
The bikers hadn’t recovered from the silence when another roar of an engine echoed behind them. They instinctively looked back. A heavy Triumph 1050cc was charging toward them.
“Brothers!”
The leader of the biker gang gave the command, and nearly a hundred bikes instantly scattered, completely occupying the wide expanse of the highway.
These bikers, for whom their machines were life, revved their engines into a collective growl.
“It’s time to show the glory of our Bōsōzoku clan!”
The leader howled to the sky in excitement, filled with pride looking at the formation of nearly a hundred bikes behind him. Forget some unknown biker kid; even the best professional racer among them, the best Bōsōzoku rider, couldn't weave through this formation!
“Leader!”
The Bōsōzoku leader heard a shout and turned around to witness a sight he would never forget.
Amidst this dense formation of vehicles, the heavy Triumph 1050cc seemed utterly unimpeded. It zipped through the middle of the cluster at high speed, executing flawless turns at any angle without ever decelerating!
It was maintaining maximum speed the entire time!
The Bōsōzoku leader began to question if he was dreaming, trapped in a nightmare. Even a professional motorcycle champion could not execute so many dynamic lane changes in such a complex environment.
Vroom, vroom, vroom…
Qin Fen’s bike roared past the lead bike of the Bōsōzoku formation. This motorcycle blockade was child’s play compared to Captain Waste’s aerial formation.
Qin Fen’s machine shook off the pursuing swarm of bikes behind it in a wave of engine noise.
“Leader, should we pursue?” a biker shouted from behind.
The Bōsōzoku leader paused, then roared back, “Chase! We are the kings of reckless speed! Even if he breaches the formation, so what? Chase! Give it everything! Now is the time to show the true strength of our clan!”