Chapter 1127 - 1099: Is Something Wrong or Not?

Chapter 1127: Chapter 1099: Is Something Wrong or Not?

Ever since Yu Minglang went home to take over the family business, it’d been a long time since he’d had this kind of front-line combat opportunity. Last time he cooperated with Qian he hadn’t even had a chance to use his skills. He felt like after so long, this whole set of abilities of his was going to get rusty. These people actually dared come onto his turf and run wild; if he didn’t catch them, it would be way too suffocating.

Once he got fired up, Qiao Zhen couldn’t stop him at all and could only watch Yu Minglang get out of the car to chase.

Mrs. Li saw Yu Minglang get out, then heard the chaos of fighting outside. She thought back to how she’d seen him when he was a kid, and her heart felt uneasy and a bit scared.

"He... he... he’s okay, right?"

"Don’t worry. Our Vice President is one of those rare all‑round talents. Once he takes the field, everything’s fine. Mrs. Li, just relax. Everything is under our Vice President’s control, nothing will happen." Qiao Zhen comforted Mrs. Li.

This stretch was far from the city, the only way onto the highway, with little woods lining both sides. Those men split their cars up to act separately, and Yu Minglang’s men also scattered out. The two sides fought fiercely. Because Yu Minglang had already predicted they’d choose this spot to ambush, his side was fully prepared and clearly had the upper hand. Those men were beaten back step by step, and in no time two would‑be carjackers were captured.

The remaining few retreated while fighting and darted into the roadside forest. Yu Minglang led his men in close pursuit, absolutely not letting a single one get away.

Once they entered the woods, Yu Minglang suddenly, sharply yanked the man beside him, silently slamming him into a tree. If Yu Minglang hadn’t pulled him, that bodyguard would’ve been injured.

And just two seconds after Yu Minglang pulled the bodyguard to save him, another bodyguard got hit, taking a round in the shoulder.

"Turn off all lighting equipment. Stay alert!" Yu Minglang narrowed his eyes and decisively gave the order.

Hurting two men in such a short time—there had to be someone on the other side with superb skills. Fortunately it was Yu Minglang’s people going in; they were all well‑trained. If it had been ordinary folks, odds were they’d already be dead.

Without any light source, the dim forest was completely blind, pitch‑black all around.

He signaled all the bodyguards to stay on guard, but even in the dark another bodyguard was still wounded.

Relying purely on instinct, Yu Minglang snapped off a fast return shot. A cry came from the darkness, and the bodyguards were thrilled.

Hit him!

The other side had a sniper—but they had a Vice President whose shots never missed. Back in the day, Yu Minglang was a record‑holder in marksmanship; with him around, it was like having a stabilizing anchor dropped in the sea.

But right after that, the other side fired back again. Yu Minglang moved quickly on instinct; if he hadn’t moved, that shot would’ve nailed him. Looked like the one he’d just taken down wasn’t the sniper but another foreign robber.

The night was deathly still. The forest was pitch‑dark and they couldn’t see a thing. The enemy had no way out, and Yu Minglang’s side was also riddled with danger. Just facing off like this wasn’t an option. If the enemy broke through the woods and escaped, to Yu Minglang that would be an intolerable humiliation.

The enemy had a sharpshooter. If they kept chasing and trading shots, his side was bound to take casualties. Yu Minglang couldn’t bear even the slightest loss from his bodyguard team—best to finish this fast.

Yu Minglang made his decision in an instant. He quietly instructed the bodyguard beside him, who nodded, drew out a flare, and signaled everyone to take cover. Yu Minglang quickly put on his goggles. This shot was going to settle the outcome.

The flare could reach a brightness of 200,000 to 500,000 candela and last about twenty seconds. In that time, Yu Minglang had to quickly locate the sniper and take him out in one move.

But by the same token, the other side could also use those seconds to locate Yu Minglang. Playing it this way came down to who was faster.

The flare tore through the night sky, lighting up the entire forest.

Yu Minglang suddenly sprang up and shot at the same time. The shot from the other side skimmed past his head. If he’d been a beat slower, they would’ve blown his brains out.

As Yu Minglang hit the ground, a man on the other side of the forest dropped with a cry. Seeing it, Yu Minglang shouted, "Charge!"

The men on his side surged forward in a wave, unstoppable. Yu Minglang had just hit the enemy sniper, which massively boosted their morale. Without a sniper, the enemy was like a tiger that had had its teeth pulled, and was quickly beaten into complete rout by the men Yu Minglang had brought.

Yu Minglang, meanwhile, led a group over, weapons raised, rushing to the man he’d just shot down. The man lay on his back, still clutching his weapon, though his strength was gone.

"You shoot pretty accurately, kid. You injured my man— you—?!"

Yu Minglang yanked off the sniper’s mask, only to be stunned by the face underneath.

"Balan?!"

How could it be him?!

Balan spat out a mouthful of blood; he already looked extremely weak. It wasn’t Yu Minglang who’d wounded him—he’d taken poison himself. The mission failed; he couldn’t go back alive. That was the rule.

"Doctor!" Yu Minglang called loudly. His thoughts still hadn’t caught up. This old acquaintance he’d just had drinks with not long ago, how had he turned into a robber in the blink of an eye?!

Balan shook his head with difficulty. He knew he was done for.

Knowing he couldn’t get away, he could only die to prove loyalty. That was the rule laid down by the paymasters.

His hand trembled as he slowly raised it, stuffing a photo soaked in blood into Yu Minglang’s hand. Judging from the timing, the first thing he’d done after taking the poison was pull out that photo.

"Save... save her..."

"Balan!" At that moment, aside from calling his name, Yu Minglang had no idea what else to say.

How had things ended up like this?!

Qian waited the whole night. Dawn came, and Yu Minglang still hadn’t returned.

She called his phone. It was switched off.

Judging by the time, he should’ve been back once the escort was done. For him not to be back by now made Qian’s heart uneasy.

As dawn was breaking, Qian gripped her phone, turned on the TV, and stared at the news channel.

In truth, things like this never make the news; she just held onto a sliver of hope. With the TV on, she started flipping through her contacts one by one, wondering who she could call to find out where he was. Every option seemed a bit inappropriate.

Xiaoqiang, Xiaoqiang, where on earth can I find you, how can I make you appear in my world as fast as possible.

When she flipped to Apiao’s entry, Qian’s hand paused.

Apiao was the head of the Psychological Intervention Unit. He would definitely know what was going on with Yu Minglang. Back when Qian was doing external support, she and Apiao had met through a clash. Calling him now was the most suitable choice.

Before Qian could dial, Apiao’s name suddenly popped up on the screen. It took her a full second to react—it was Apiao calling her.

A call at this hour clearly wasn’t good news. Qian’s heart jumped into her throat and she hurried to pick up.

"Qian, it’s Apiao."

"What’s wrong? My husband’s okay, right?"

"He... should be fine, but I keep feeling like something’s off. I thought it over and over, and decided I’d better call and let you know."

"What do you mean?" Qian’s heart was anxious. So was something wrong or not?