Reborn in 2014: A One-Man Tycoon

With the crunching sound of tires crushing gravel, the black Lincoln, like a raging bull, smashed through a group of gun-wielding assassins.

Facing the Lincoln car that was charging recklessly towards them.

Even those assassins had to temporarily avoid their attacks.

With a drift, Shadow Butterfly positioned its car between the assassin and the bull.

Meng Chuan opened the car door on the side closest to the bull.

On the other side of the car, the group of assassins were pulling the triggers as if they didn't care about the cost.

Sparks were already flying all over the bulletproof vehicle—bullets from the modified submachine gun hit the vehicle with a dull "thump-thump" sound.

"Get up here if you don't want to die!"

He roared at the bull in a deep voice.

The bull, covered in blood, rushed over upon hearing this.

The steel pipe crashed to the ground with a thud, and when the person fell into the back seat, they brought with them a handful of mud.

"drive!"

As soon as Meng Chuan spoke, the car shot off like an arrow.

Due to inertia, the door on the bull's side also closed automatically.

Even sitting in the back seat, Meng Chuan could feel the push-back sensation emanating from the Lingken car.

As for Bull, he was so shaken that he didn't even have time to see who his rescuer was.

He clutched his bloodied arm and looked back nervously.

A dozen or so assassins frantically mounted their motorcycles, their headlights piercing the night like a pack of hungry wolves on the hunt.

At this moment, the bull no longer possessed the same high spirits it had at the banquet in Mengchuan.

It's more like a stray dog.

Corey, the godfather's most valued son, used to be surrounded by crowds wherever he went.

He could harass respectable women on the street at will, and no one would dare say anything.

But now he is in a terrible state.

"Shit! Go go go!"

The bull looked back nervously while urging the bull onward furiously.

Meng Chuan looked at him with a gloomy expression:

"If you don't want me to throw you down, you'd better shut up."

Meng Chuan's nameless anger hadn't subsided yet!

If the bull had just behaved itself, that would have been fine.

They actually dared to boss him around.

If it weren't for the fact that he was still somewhat useful, Meng Chuan would have loved to throw him off the cliff.

"How dare you say that to me... Meng... Meng Chuan? How could it be you?"

The bull glared fiercely at Meng Chuan.

He thought it was one of his subordinates.

But when he saw Meng Chuan's face clearly, he was stunned.

In fact, he had always been prejudiced against Meng Chuan.

Meng Chuan embarrassed him at the banquet.

He was also hit by Bi Wang, but at first he didn't think much of it.

But after he went back, he lay in bed for almost a week.

This made his hatred for Meng Chuan even deeper.

He believed that Meng Chuan was merely using his status as the young master of the Green Gang.

Without Bi Wang's help, he could take on two Meng Chuan by himself with his bare hands.

Most importantly, he and Meng Chuan have a duel scheduled.

Meng Chuan once said he would personally go to his mafia group to challenge him.

But then Meng Chuan disappeared.

This led the Bulls to believe that Meng Chuan was a coward who had run away!

Now, when he saw Meng Chuan again, at his most desperate moment, when he even thought he was going to die, it seemed that Meng Chuan was the one who was with him.

"If you don't want me to throw you down there, you'd better explain why the Snake Eyes Gang wants to kill you."

Meng Chuan said coldly.

They didn't give the bull any face at all.

Back when Corey was alive, the Bulls were riding high, and Meng Chuan didn't take him seriously.

Besides, now!

Meng Chuan really wanted to throw the bull off the platform.

First of all, he was filthy, which made the carriage smell of stench and blood.

Bulls were clearly angry at Meng Chuan's tone and attitude but dared not speak out.

Now, the only person he can count on is Meng Chuan.

If Meng Chuan really throws him down, he will surely die!

“Before my father Corey died… he asked me to hide a shipment…that’s what they wanted…”

The bull, barely suppressing his anger, said...

"What kind of stuff?"

Meng Chuan scrutinized the bull's eyes.

But before the bull could even speak, a loud crash came from behind the car—a motorcycle had crashed into the trunk.

Yingdie slammed on the brakes, and the motorcycle behind her didn't have time to react. It crashed into the motorcycle in front with a "bang," and the rider was thrown off with a scream.

"Sit tight!"

Yingdie gave a low shout, swerved the steering wheel, and slammed on the gas.

The Lincoln squeezed between two motorcycles, its rearview mirror being scraped off by the other motorcycle's handlebars.

Amidst the flying debris, Meng Chuan saw an assassin pointing a shotgun at the car window.

"Lower your head!"

Meng Chuan forcefully pressed the bull's head down.

He was pushed directly to the floor.

Because the car window had just withstood a large number of bullets.

It was covered with a dense network of "spider webs".

Meng Chuan wasn't sure if the car windows could withstand such firepower.

"boom!"

The moment the driver pulls the trigger.

Shadow Butterfly suddenly swerved again, knocking down the gun-wielding assassin.

But the shotgun shells pounded against the glass, and the thick glass could no longer withstand the impact.

It shattered with a sound.

Broken glass shards practically poured down on Meng Chuan's head.

If Meng Chuan hadn't bowed his head just now...

At this moment, Meng Chuan's head was probably about to explode.

Meng Chuan had just breathed a sigh of relief and was about to ask the bull another question when...

At this moment, Yingdie suddenly turned the steering wheel sharply again.

The car sped up a slope, its tires slipping on the gravel road, and finally lurched onto an abandoned overpass.

The bridge surface is full of potholes, and the guardrails on both sides have long been rusted into scrap iron.

“There’s no road ahead!”

Ruan Shengnan pointed ahead—the bridge deck suddenly broke a hundred meters away, and the steel bars pierced the night sky like white bones.

Shadow Butterfly stepped on the brakes, and the Lincoln stopped ten meters from the break.

The motorcycle convoy behind us had already blocked the other side of the bridge.

The eleven car headlights illuminated the bridge as if it were daytime, and the assassins got out of their cars, raising their guns and aiming them at the sedans.

"It's over..."

The bull slumped in his seat, his face ashen.

"Young Master, please do not get out of the carriage."

At this moment, Ruan Shengnan let out a delicate shout.

She pulled three pistols from the armrest box.

One was given to Yingdie, and the other to Mengchuan.

She held her gun and fired through the shattered window next to Meng Chuan's seat.

Ruan Shengnan, after all, had worked in the United States.

It's perfectly reasonable for someone of her status to have a few handguns in the car.

However, Meng Chuan was completely bewildered as he held the dark-colored pistol.

He really doesn't know how to use this thing!

This was Meng Chuan's first time handling a gun.

Moreover, they were suppressed by the firepower of more than a dozen submachine guns.

Even if Meng Chuan knows how to shoot, it's useless!

Because he simply didn't dare to get up and fire.

"Smash their headlights first."

Yingdie was as calm as a robot.

She also fired through the broken window above Meng Chuan's head.

The broken car window conveniently provided Yingdie and Ruan Shengnan with a "shooting hole".

Especially Shadow Butterfly, who is almost a sharpshooter.

Almost every shot fired shattered a motorcycle headlight.

Otherwise, with the headlights of a dozen or so cars shining in their faces, they would become sitting ducks.

When the last headlight was blown out.

Everyone stopped shooting.

In the pitch-black night, a fierce gunfight was raging just moments before.

The next moment, however, all was silent, like death...