bookpub Chapter 82 Do you two think you can escape?!
Chapter 82 Do you two think you can escape?!
Wang Yue walked very fast, deliberately choosing to go into secluded alleys.
Is the direction heading towards the Zheng residence?
Fang Shuwen frowned.
Is this guy going to cause trouble for the Zheng family?
No, he was no match for Duke Zheng.
Not to mention that at this moment they are practically stray dogs, seriously injured, and if they go to cause trouble for the Zheng family again, wouldn't that be courting death!
Surely he hasn't lost his mind!
"Forget it, this person uses internal force; following him is too risky."
"It would be best to find an opportunity to inform the Zheng family of his whereabouts."
He thought about it and decided not to follow.
Wang Yue is a martial artist with internal strength; if he follows too closely, he will be easily discovered.
We must hurry and go to the Zheng family to tell Lord Zheng.
Fang Shuwen got on his bike and sped up.
He pedaled harder, and the bicycle went even faster.
Just as I turned the corner, a figure suddenly appeared at the alleyway ahead.
Fang Shuwen reacted quickly, slamming on the brakes. The tires scraped a black mark on the bluestone slab, and the car came to a stop right in front of the man.
"Aren't you watching where you're going?"
He was about to curse, but upon seeing who it was, he swallowed the words back.
Zheng Shulan stood at the alley entrance, wearing a light blue floral dress, her hair loose, carrying two bags of pastries in her hand, looking like she had just returned from outside.
She was startled and took a half step back. After recognizing Fang Shuwen, she patted her chest.
"You scared me to death!"
"What are you doing here?" Fang Shuwen asked.
"I'm out buying some snacks. My grandpa wants to eat osmanthus cake from the shop on East Street."
Zheng Shulan waved the paper package in her hand, then, noticing his expression was off, quickly asked:
"What's wrong? You look terrible."
Fang Shuwen didn't answer the question. He looked around and lowered his voice:
"It's nothing, come on up, I'll take you home."
Zheng Shulan didn't ask why, and nodded.
Fang Shuwen rode his bicycle, carrying Zheng Shulan, along the alley towards the Zheng residence.
"Why are you acting so strange today? Why are you riding so fast?" Zheng Shulan asked, turning her head to look at him from the back seat.
"It's getting dark, it's not safe outside."
Fang Shuwen didn't mention Wang Yue's matter, afraid of frightening her.
"What? In broad daylight, someone's going to rob me?"
Fang Shuwen did not respond.
At this moment, he increased the force of his cycling.
The bicycle's speed immediately increased again.
At this moment, Zheng Shulan seemed to realize that something was wrong.
They didn't ask any further questions, and instead fell silent.
"As expected, Wang Yue's target was Zheng Shulan!"
Fang Shuwen heard footsteps.
It wasn't theirs, it was behind them.
It was so light that it was almost inaudible.
But it's very stable, with almost identical intervals between each step.
A martial arts expert.
And he's also a skilled martial artist!
"What's wrong?" Zheng Shulan noticed his unusual behavior, and her voice trembled slightly.
Fang Shuwen didn't answer, but instead increased the pressure on his feet.
The bicycle wheels made a rapid sound as they rolled over the bluestone slabs.
At this moment, the footsteps behind them grew increasingly hurried.
And their speed was increasing, clearly indicating that the other side knew they had been exposed and were giving chase.
What a bastard!
Fang Shuwen cursed inwardly.
He had thought this guy was going to fight Zheng Gong to the death, but now it seemed he wanted to kidnap Zheng Shulan as a hostage, or simply take revenge.
Even if a martial artist with internal strength is injured, he is still in extreme danger.
But given the current situation, it's clear that there's no way to escape now.
The alley was too narrow; even turning around a bicycle was difficult, let alone the person behind us who was clearly moving faster than the bicycle.
If he were to abandon Zheng Shulan, he might be able to escape easily.
But after that, they will likely face endless retaliation from the Zheng family.
Besides, how could he possibly abandon a vulnerable woman as a shield?
"Fang Shuwen, what happened?" Zheng Shulan's voice was already trembling with sobs.
"Don't speak, just hold me tight."
Fang Shuwen slammed on the brakes, and the bicycle tires scraped a black mark on the ground before coming to a stop.
He told Zheng Shulan to get out of the car, then turned around and looked behind him.
"Run forward, don't look back."
Under the moonlight, a burly figure emerged from around the corner.
It really was Wang Yue.
He was wearing a drab gray short jacket, with dark red bloodstains on the front of his shirt, whether from a reopened wound or from not having been properly cleaned beforehand was unclear.
The scar on his face looked particularly menacing in the moonlight, and a sneer hung at the corner of his mouth.
"Hmph, trying to run away? You think you can get away?"
His voice was hoarse, and he couldn't help coughing as he spoke, clearly indicating that his lungs were damaged.
Fang Shuwen didn't move, he just stood there in the middle of the alley, his right hand hanging at his side, his fingers slightly curled, ready to attack.
It wasn't that he didn't want to run, but he was facing a powerful martial arts master with hidden internal energy.
Exposing your back to the other person is practically suicide.
"Shulan, go back and find someone right away! I'll hold him off!"
Fang Shuwen urged him again.
"Then be careful!"
Upon seeing this, Zheng Shulan clearly recognized Wang Yue. She gritted her teeth, decisively turned around, and ran away.
When she brings reinforcements, that will be the time when Wang Yue dies.
"It's you again, you little brat."
Wang Yue took a step forward, and Fang Shuwen could smell the blood and sweat emanating from him, which irritated her nose.
"Last time at the docks, if it weren't for that old bastard Zheng Yuanpei, your father would still be drinking tea at my place right now. Since we've run into each other today, I'll kill you first, then grab that little brat Zheng Shulan!"
Fang Shuwen did not respond.
Wang Yue took another step forward, and was only four or five steps away from Fang Shuwen.
This distance is a matter of life and death.
But he didn't rush to make a move. Instead, he put his hands behind his back, tilted his head, and looked at Fang Shuwen as if he were looking at a little bug that didn't know what was going to happen to him.
"Kid, I'm in a good mood today and don't want to kill anyone."
He raised his chin and gestured towards the alley entrance.
"Get out of my way, I'm only looking for the Zheng family. Get lost, and I'll spare your life."
Fang Shuwen still didn't move.
He didn't believe Wang Yue's words.
Wang Yue narrowed his eyes, the scar on his face contorted, and an air of impatience began to emanate from him.
"What? You think you can stop me just because I'm injured?"
He stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers, and then slowly clenched them, making a series of cracking sounds from his knuckles.
"I could crush you with one hand. You believe me?"
Before Wang Yue could finish speaking, Fang Shuwen made his move first.
It doesn't rush forward, it slides to the side.
He unleashed his full power in the serpentine step, his body skimming the ground as he darted out like a snake.
At the same time, Wang Yue's fist slammed into the spot where he had just been standing, shattering a piece of the bluestone slab.
It was obvious that Wang Yue was merely using words as a cover before launching a sudden sneak attack.
If I had believed this person just now, I'd probably be a corpse by now.
Fang Shuwen immediately seized the opportunity and used the Tengshe Fist to cut in from the side, thrusting out with snake fangs, aiming straight for Wang Yue's ribs.
The punch was fast and tricky, and Wang Yue had no choice but to take it head-on. He blocked it with his forearm and took a step back with a muffled thud.
"Damn it, you bastard!"
Wang Yue cursed and slapped back with his palm.
Fang Shuwen didn't take it; he twisted his body and slipped away, as slippery as an eel.
Wang Yue unleashed three palm strikes, each one missing its mark. The wound on his back opened up even wider, and blood flowed down his clothes.
That's exactly what Fang Shuwen was looking for.
Wang Yue is strong, powerful, and possesses strong penetrating internal force.
But he was injured and couldn't keep up with the speed.
As long as the opponent can't hit him, and the fight drags on, Wang Yue will surely lose.