Chapter 1689: Young Master

Then there was another shot, piercing through the tip of his shoe, but not even grazing a toe.

Just as the pretty boy thought Yaen Chi’s shooting was inaccurate, maybe just using props to scare people, a sudden shot came down, with him leaning against a scrapped SUV behind him, the large tire giving him no room to retreat. Panicking, his mind went blank, not knowing how to escape, instinctively raising his hands to hold his head.

The gunshot rang.

He wasn’t hit.

The pretty boy tentatively peeked out.

Goodness!

It wasn’t a miss; it was aimed directly at the crotch, creating a hole!

Each shot was crafty; seemingly off-target but terrifyingly precise!

“You…”

The pretty boy opened his mouth, but the words couldn’t come out. His people suddenly began to riot, hurriedly drawing their weapons.

“Young master!”

“Damn! Who’s the bastard that dared to touch our young master!”

The pretty boy quickly glanced back, inexplicably feeling a chill on the back of his head. He abruptly turned around, and as his gaze met Yaen Chi’s, the fear within him suddenly magnified.

He shouted, “Don’t move!”

“Bang.”

“Bang.”

Two shots in succession.

One shot took down one person.

The ones at the front fell, and the ones behind were scared. Those who reacted quickly crouched down to check the breathing.

“Dead… He’s dead!”

“Young master, he killed our people!”

Sweat as large as beans dripped from the pretty boy’s forehead. Stunned and furious, he stared at Yaen Chi, “How dare you kill people!”

“Dare?”

Yaen Chi sneered, “In lawless lands, it’s just a couple of deaths. Who’s going to do anything to me?”

The pretty boy swallowed, “Who exactly are you?”

“Didn’t I tell you? I’m here looking for death.”

“Nonsense! If you were really looking for death, would you carry a gun?”

Yaen Chi looked at him with a gaze reserved for the foolish, “Who’s to say looking for death means dying obediently? I haven’t made up my mind, so I might find someone to take care of me. It’s not my fault if I instinctively fight back.”

After all, everyone has a survival instinct.

The pretty boy was left speechless.

This guy is sick!

He’s simply a dangerous element!

“Well, do you still want to bet?”

With this line, Yaen Chi made the pretty boy feel even more horrified. Could he possibly read minds?

Otherwise, how did he know, deliberately luring him here, thinking on surrounded grounds, he’d dare not act rashly, only to be slaughtered?

They’ve used this trick many times.

It’s the first time they’ve suffered so badly.

The last time was Yan Di.

That man was even more terrifying, almost wiping out their stronghold, taking nearly two years to recover. Who knew that after not doing much business, they’d encounter another ruthless character!

“I don’t understand what you’re saying!” The pretty boy pretended to be dumb.

Yaen Chi wasn’t buying it, “Then let me tell you something you can understand.”

He pointed the gun at the pretty boy’s forehead, “Take me to your place.”

The pretty boy abruptly lifted his head, unable to hide the fear in his eyes.

“Don’t fool me, this dump isn’t your usual hangout. Even your grandpa wouldn’t sleep on wood planks. Your place, give me a room.”

“Why should I listen to you?!”

Yaen Chi laughed coldly, moving the gun barrel down, slowly from his chest inching to the waist, before targeting the hole in the pants, “Try it, see if you dare defy me.”

The pretty boy hurriedly covered his precious asset, “Touch a man’s genital and you’ll be struck by lightning!”

“Ha!”

Yaen Chi holstered the gun, “Give me a smoke.”

The pretty boy threw the cigarette box and lighter to him.

Yaen Chi lit a cigarette, “I’ll give you three minutes to sort it out; I’ll wait in the car.”