Reborn Villain's Creed

Zhan Chengfeng was originally an instructor of the special forces, and Mo Wan didn't need to remind him of his vigilance.

The off-road Mercedes-Benz was speeding in an S-shape on the highway. The person behind it couldn't aim accurately, so he emptied two magazines and urged his companion to drive faster.

Mo Wan looked at the calm Zhan Chengfeng and also calmed down, thinking that these people were people above the fat man, or from the gray network.

Now that she has changed her identity, it is unlikely that people in the underworld will find her. Even if they find her, they would not be able to follow them at a banquet with a group of political leaders even if they had ten times the courage.

That can only be the powerful Gray Network.

These people are not easy to deal with. They are all desperate criminals. I hope Zhan Chengfeng can deal with them quickly and not delay our meal.

Zhan Chengfeng's idea coincided with her conscienceless idea.

He opened the secret compartment in the car and took out a pistol.

It's the M500 revolver.

This is the most powerful pistol in the world. The kinetic energy of the bullets it fires is twice that of the Desert Eagle, and it can be compared with high-powered rifles. It is a real cannon in your hand.

Don’t ask why Mo Wan knows so much about this, because her previous job was an arms seller, and she accidentally became the largest arms dealer on the gray network. She is very familiar with these things.

What surprised Mo Wan was that she didn't expect Zhan Chengfeng to use this kind of gun. She thought he would like Leta or King Cobra.

Zhan Chengfeng asked the stunned Mo Wan, "Can you drive?"

"A little bit."

"Keep the steering wheel steady."

Before Mo Wan understood what he meant, she saw him climbing out of the car window.

Seeing the car ahead was approaching 200 mph, she didn't even bother to fasten her seatbelt and rushed over to grab the steering wheel.

The Mercedes-Benz was still moving in an S-shape, but this S seemed to be drunk and almost hit the median strip in the middle of the road several times.

Zhan Chengfeng ignored the car swaying from side to side and fired at the driver's seat of the car behind him.

The car driving at high speed behind suddenly lost control and hit the stone steps of the isolation belt, overturning on the road.

When the people in the car behind saw their companions killed, several of them climbed out of the window, holding M16 assault rifles and fired at Zhan Chengfeng.

Zhan Chengfeng was beaten back into the car.

He didn't have time to let the girl move out of the way, so he almost hugged her, grabbed the steering wheel with both hands, one up and one down, and slammed it to avoid the car in front, turned the car around, and turned on the high beam.

The high beam of the Mercedes-Benz is as bright as the sun in the sky.

In the brief moment when they stopped shooting, Zhan Chengfeng shot the opponent's wheel on the outside of the road.

There was a loud bang, the sound of a pistol exploding, a tire bursting, and a car overturning.

When Zhan Chengfeng fired the gun, he covered Mo Wan's ears, but Mo Wan, who was almost in his arms, still felt a strong shock.

When all the noises stopped, Mo Wan heard Zhan Chengfeng's regular heartbeat.

How could the man who overturned two cars be so calm?

Zhan Chengfeng patted her on the back, told her to get up, open the door and get out. "You stay in the car."

Mo Wan sat up straight, rubbed his shoulders that were hurt by the seat belt, and looked at Zhan Chengfeng who was checking for survivors.

Zhan Chengfeng circled the car, threw their guns away, and pulled a living person out of the car.

The man's head was bleeding, but he didn't show any fear even though the revolver was pointed at his head.

"Who sent you?"

Zhan Chengfeng's voice was hoarse and low, with a metallic texture, like a sharp blade cutting through the air, which made people feel scared.

The person he was interrogating gritted his teeth and looked at him with hatred as if he were ready to die.

Zhan Chengfeng was familiar with every look: the tough, the hard, the broken, and so on, and he had ways to deal with them.

He moved the gun away, killed the man who tried to pick up the weapon, and put the hot muzzle back to his temple. "I'll give you one more chance. Who sent you here?"

"Pooh!" The man spat a mouthful of blood on the ground.

Zhan Chengfeng shot him in the thigh without hesitation, and then made a phone call while he screamed.

The man who was holding his leg and groaning in pain heard him calling for help, and then he hit his head and died on the asphalt road.

His head looked like a split watermelon, with blood splattered everywhere.

Zhan Chengfeng glanced at the man who committed suicide, asked the person on the other end of the phone to take over, and then returned to the car.

Mo Wan looked at his blood-stained trouser legs and asked casually, "What's wrong?"

"Solved." Zhan Chengfeng drove on the road and asked her, "Do you want Chinese or Western food?"

He acted as if nothing had happened, his voice gentle and calm, like a loyal guardian who would not cross the line, which made people feel extremely reassured.

Mo Wan had become accustomed to blood and death long before he experienced the Red Gate, not to mention the Gray Net.

She was equally indifferent and thoughtfully said the name of a restaurant.

This was a restaurant that Mo Wan often went to before. She especially liked the seafood porridge there.

It’s been a year since I last went there, and my mouth is watering just thinking about it.

Zhan Chengfeng called to make a reservation without saying a word.

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Dingshenglou is one of the most expensive restaurants in Phnom Penh. It is a symbol of power and status, so it is always difficult to get a seat here.

Not to mention if you decide to dine here suddenly, even if you make a reservation in advance, you may not be able to get a table.

This time, Mo Wan did not mock him like he did in his previous life, saying that as a soldier, he might not even be able to reserve a position next year.

Unfortunately, Zhan Chengfeng is the child of a powerful family. Many people in Phnom Penh want to curry favor with him, so these two positions can be taken care of by just a word from him.

When they arrived at Dingsheng Building, Mo Wan looked at the three large gold-plated characters and felt slightly touched.

Ever since the incident at Hongmen, she has never come here again even though she has the ability.

Now seeing the familiar sign, she had the illusion that the red door was still there.

Just as Mo Wan was reminiscing, a customer came out of the store.

"Isn't this the young master of the Red Gate?"

A fat and big-eared man walked out of the spacious door.

The man had a belly that looked like he was ten months pregnant, and his bean-sized eyes looked at Mo Wan like a toad.

Mo Wan's cold and beautiful brows were furrowed.

In the past, she would have asked her bodyguard to beat him up first, because she hated just looking at him, but now she didn't have a bodyguard.

Zhan Chengfeng asked Mo Wan. "Know him?"

Mo Wan said, "The fat man's cousin, Li Quan, is in charge of the business in the southern part of Phnom Penh."

Seeing Zhan Chengfeng getting so close to Mo Wan, Li Quan waved his hands to push him away like he was shooing away a fly.

Zhan Chengfeng grabbed his hoof and twisted it back, saying to his face, which had turned the color of liver, "Didn't anyone tell you to stay away from the young master?"

"Who are you!" Li Quan was sweating profusely in pain and was furious.

"The young master's bodyguard."

"I advise you to be sensible and let me go now. I can still spare you...ah!"

Before Li Quan could finish, the sound of cracking and screaming drowned out his remaining words.

Zhan Chengfeng immediately took off his arm. "Stay away from the young master from now on, or I'll kill you all."

Li Quan yelled gruffly, "Just wait!" and was about to make a phone call.

Zhan Chengfeng ignored his threat and said to Mo Wan, "Let's go, Master."

Mo Wan looked at Zhan Chengfeng who said this sincerely, as if he was back to the time when he was his bodyguard.