Chapter 713: Chapter 298: Overpass, Rainy Day, Maybach...
The passengers did not show any expressions of shock.
Only a cold, metallic sheen emanated from a large, dark barrel.
It was a fully loaded single-soldier rocket launcher.
The launcher was precisely aimed at Fang Qingyu, who was extremely close.
Behind the car window was a face hidden behind a black mask.
The eyes concealed under the mask were cold and indifferent, without a hint of emotion.
As if looking at an inanimate object.
No warning!
No shouted orders!
Not even a moment of hesitation!
Just as the car window completely lowered, exposing the rocket launcher to Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei’s view in the same instant.
BOOM!!!
A deafening blast suddenly resounded on the overpass.
A massive orange-red fireball instantly engulfed the figures of Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei.
The violent shock wave, carrying scorching heat waves, struck in every direction like an invisible giant fist.
The nearby metal guardrail was instantly torn and twisted.
The road surface had a scorched shallow crater blasted into it.
Thick black smoke mixed with the acrid smell of gunpowder, roiling up like ink, immediately enveloping a range of more than ten meters around the explosion’s center.
Screeech—!!!
The black Maybach, having completed the launch, made a sharp swerve amidst the blast’s impact, its tires screeching with ear-piercing noise and blue smoke, brazenly coming to a sideways stop in the middle of the road, less than twenty meters from the explosion’s smoke.
The glaring brake lights flashed amid the swirling black smoke.
The four doors of the Maybach were almost simultaneously pushed open.
Four figures, like specters, streamed out of the car one after another.
Leading them was the masked man who had just launched the rocket.
He still carried the smoking rocket launcher on his shoulder, watching the rolling smoke ahead with interest, his voice dripping with mockery and jest under the mask:
"Tsk... Could it be that he’s dead from just one shot?"
He shrugged, his tone mocking with a touch of fake regret.
"I told you, at this distance, the power of a rocket launcher is excessive, especially with such custom warheads... Too bullying."
Beside him, the man who got out from the driver’s seat was burly, wearing a tactical vest, muscles knotted.
He rolled his eyes in annoyance at the words, his voice deep and hoarse, full of impatience: "Can it kill him or not, I don’t know? Truly bored out of your mind."
The one who got out from the passenger seat seemed unusually calm.
He wore a well-tailored gray suit, his face expressionless, his voice as cold as the friction of metal:
"Stop messing around. Catching them quickly is the main business."
His gaze penetrated the swirling smoke, seemingly able to lock onto the target inside.
"Yes, yes, yes!~"
Carrying the rocket launcher, the man rolled his eyes and tossed the launcher aside.
He followed the two of them, striding quickly into the smoke.
Their aura rose step by step...
Ultimately, the three were no longer walking.
But flying.
Skimming close to the ground, flying swiftly.
In just an instant...
They reached the smoke.
But inside, there was only a fallen bike.
The three looked bewildered.
Where are they!?
The man who launched the rocket immediately turned to the side and asked, "Did you misdirect the Force Field!?"
"If it was misdirected... do you think there would be no one around now?"
The other listened, expression calm.
He paid no heed to his words, only scanning around with his gaze.
And not far from them.
In the shadow of the fallen bike... Fang Qingyu and Jiang Wei hid in the darkness.
Watching the crimson titles above the three’s heads.
Frowning tightly.
These three are Martial Saints...
And they are Peak Martial Saints!!!
