Chapter 1468 - 440: Fate’s End

Chapter 1468: Chapter 440: Fate’s End

Chapter 440 [Fate]

The "knowledge changes fate" Ah Kui had finished his work and hobbled over to Chen Yan, his eyes filled with fear.

Chen Yan glanced at the man whose leg he’d shot, wrapped thickly with cloth of unknown origin.

Though it still clearly showed signs of blood seeping through.

Based on Chen Yan’s experience over a year traveling through battlefields in the Middle East and West Asia, he could tell this guy’s injury at a glance.

It would be best for him to quickly seek professional medical treatment, otherwise, the leg might be ruined.

Chen Yan pondered it, then beckoned him to come closer, which Ah Kui did.

Suddenly, Chen Yan drew his gun from his waist and handed it to the gas station boy squatting beside him, holding an electric fan.

The boy was stunned but instinctively accepted the gun.

Ah Kui seemed to realize something, screamed in panic, and quickly shouted, pleading, saying things like "don’t kill me."

The boy was also confused, unsure of Chen Yan’s intentions, pointed to Ah Kui and made a throat-slitting gesture, looking at Chen Yan with confusion.

Chen Yan understood that the boy was asking if he was going to kill this guy.

Chen Yan shook his head and couldn’t help but scratch his head.

The language barrier is indeed a bit troublesome.

Ah Kui, however, had a moment of inspiration, suddenly realizing and asked loudly, "Sir, do you want him to point the gun at me, keep an eye on me, and not allow me to move? Uh, you mean... imprison me, is that it?"

Chen Yan smiled and nodded with satisfaction, "More or less."

See, knowledge can change fate, can’t it?

If this Ah Kui hadn’t known some English, they really wouldn’t be able to communicate now, and Chen Yan might have just ended this guy’s life to avoid trouble.

After all, from the behavior of this group, it’s clear they’ve done their share of killing and burning, committing heinous acts.

Killing any one of them would just be clearing garbage from the world.

Receiving Chen Yan’s affirmation, Ah Kui promptly translated a few sentences in the local language to the boy.

Thus, the imprisoned person had to proactively translate words for the one guarding them.

This strange combination made Chen Yan chuckle.

After understanding, the boy pulled out a nylon rope, binding Ah Kui’s hands and feet, dragging him to a shed behind the gas station, and tossed him inside.

Then, the boy cheerfully ran back, looked at Chen Yan for a few seconds, and suddenly slapped his forehead.

Afterwards, he sprinted into that metal shed.

Then he emerged holding a phone.

An iPhone that looked like an unknown generation, seemingly old, certainly not a recent model from the last couple of years.

The casing had changed color.

The boy, holding the phone, cheerfully ran to Chen Yan, fiddled with it, and then showed the screen to Chen Yan.

Chen Yan was amused.

Remarkably, the phone’s screen displayed a translation software interface.

English and Arabic translation.

The screen showed the boy’s recently translated sentence:

"Sir, thank you for saving my life."

Chen Yan waved his hand, typed a few words into the phone, and converted it to Arabic: "I didn’t save you, they wanted to rob me, so I acted."

The boy looked at it, shook his head, and entered another conversion: "You acted, and that’s why I’m alive."

Seeing the boy’s firm gaze, Chen Yan nodded.

Alright, someone who knows how to be grateful.

Of course, human thoughts are often hidden; perhaps it’s just because he witnessed my strength.

After all, in places like this, where the environment is harsh, the people are often brave, and these conditions rarely nurture kindness and innocence.

Chen Yan went to his RV, took out some food, including flour and beef, and two boxes of milk, and handed them to the boy, using the phone to instruct him to prepare a meal.

The boy went to work very diligently, while Chen Yan, hands in pockets, leisurely walked to the shed behind the gas station.

Poor Ah Kui was leaning in the corner, groaning painfully.

With a shot to his leg, losing quite a bit of blood, and being forced to work so much earlier, he was really tough.

Seeing Chen Yan approaching, Ah Kui quickly rolled over, continuing to beg.

Chen Yan crouched in front of this guy, examining his leg.

After contemplating for a couple of seconds, Chen Yan reached out and lightly flicked his forehead.

Ah Kui didn’t make a sound, fainting instantly.

Chen Yan pulled out a dagger and cut open the cloth wrapping his wound.

The bullet had gone through the outer side of his thigh.

He was lucky; it hadn’t hit the bone or severed any major artery. Even the bullet hadn’t stayed in the body, having passed through the flesh.

After observing briefly, Chen Yan slowly raised a finger.

The surrounding Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi slowly flowed over under the guidance of his spell.

This was the Healing Technique created by Xie Jiuyan.

Chen Yan casually drew a strand of Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi from the air, letting it seep into the guy’s wound.

With the spell taking effect, within a minute, the wound visibly stopped bleeding, as the flesh where the bullet had pierced noticeably began moving as if being urged to grow.