587: Chapter 586: Bad Premonition_2 587: Chapter 586: Bad Premonition_2 Song Qingyu heard Tangyu’s shout and dodged behind the car in time to avoid being affected by the shock wave.
After the explosion, Song Qingyu was the first to react, drawing her gun and rushing out, scanning the surroundings.
She quickly reached Tangyu and shouted to her subordinates, “Quick, come over and help, watch our surroundings.”
Instantly, more than a dozen police officers drew their service weapons and rushed over, tightly surrounding Tangyu and the others.
The journalists each picked up their cameras again and started taking pictures, a few unfortunate cameras were smashed.
From the Mask Bar, shadows darted out, many masked people also widened their eyes, watching the scene in the parking lot, as many cars stopped on the road.
Such an incident was extremely rare in Donglin City.
“Tangyu, how are you all?” Song Qingyu asked with a face full of worry and concern, perhaps not even realizing how much she cared about Tangyu’s safety.
“Good brother, get up, you’re almost crushing me to death, I can hardly breathe,” Zhao Yaya’s voice called out from beneath Tangyu.
Tangyu shook her head and then got up, also stretching her shoulders, which still ached faintly.
If she hadn’t run fast, her back might have been burned off.
Lin Feifei and the two others also stood up, completely protected by Tangyu, they were unhurt but had knocked themselves to the ground painfully.
Zhao Yaya also rubbed her knees, then her chin, and finally, her somewhat prematurely developed chest, complaining to Tangyu, “That hurt so badly.” After saying this, Zhao Yaya turned her head to look back at their car, “Eh, Momo sis, is that your car, what happened to it?
Was there a bomb in the car?
Phew, that was close, I almost didn’t see tomorrow’s sun.
Wuu, who could be so evil as to put a bomb in our car, plotting to rob and kill?
I’m so young, I don’t want to die yet, it’s too wicked.”
“Ah, Tangyu, your back is fine, right?” Lin Feifei suddenly noticed Tangyu’s back where the clothes were burned away, and took a big shock, immediately asking with concern.
Tangyu shook her head, “It’s nothing, just the clothes got a bit burned.” Tangyu looked toward the car, now a pile of scrap metal, and inwardly thought it was a narrow escape, realizing she really shouldn’t be carelessly going out to have fun, it was too dangerous.
Those Black Specter organization people were indeed capable of anything.
Such incidents were their specialty.
Today, she had, in a way, dallied twice already at Ghost Gate, luckily she had a premonition of danger, otherwise, it could have been the end.
Tangyu gritted her teeth, headache plaguing her with the people from Black Specter and the Three Tigers of Yun Province; she wished she could wipe them all out once and for all.
Otherwise, always having to guard against assassins was a truly painful thing.
At least, Tangyu couldn’t really stay at home all day, that was impossible.
Besides, she had so much to do, definitely needing to run around outside every day.
If reckless assassins popped up from time to time, it would be incredibly headache-inducing.
Song Qingyu also shook her head, “It must be Black Specter’s work, this is their signature move.
Truly despicable, we set up a tight net, yet they still found a loophole.
Who on earth is helping these people, it’s really hateful.”
Those who wanted her life were just those few people, Tangyu could guess who was assisting them to target her, a classic case of using others to do one’s dirty work.
“Humph, a tiger doesn’t show his might and you think I’m a sick cat.
I keep a low profile, and you really think I’m easily bullied, huh.
Liu Dingyang, you want to play, I’ll play with you and see who gets played to death,” Tangyu was angry, being kind was mistaken for weakness, a universal truth indeed.
It seemed she had been too modest, which led to being underestimated.
If so, it was time to be high-profile.
Originally, Tangyu hadn’t wanted to be the center of attention at this Dragon and Phoenix Banquet, but now she had made up her mind, who else but her could be the theme of this banquet?
If you want to stand firm in Donglin City, it depends on whether your fists are big enough, strong enough.
Power is always seized, not given.
Just as a certain great person said: “Political power grows out of the barrel of a gun.”
“They’ve definitely run off, forget it, just get in my car.
I’ll take you guys back first, and we’ll handle the rest,” Song Qingyu said.
“Okay,” Tangyu nodded, deciding to head back first, especially since he was with Lin Feifei and two others.
Tangyu didn’t want them to suffer even the slightest harm.
Just then, several cars roared up and stopped outside the face bar.
A group of tall, sturdy men in black suits and leather collars stepped out very orderly from the vehicles, totaling about twenty.
Each person had an incredibly strong presence, making it obvious that they were all formidable bodyguards.
Tangyu scanned these men, noticing each one was a top-notch fighter, possibly on the same level as He Ganlian — if not stronger.
If a battle were to break out, these men would likely have the upper hand.
From them, Tangyu felt a thick murderous aura; these were definitely men who had been hardened by real and bloody combat.
Their hands must have been stained with blood, or they wouldn’t exude such an imposing air.
Their eyes were as sharp as those of jackals and leopards, not to be underestimated.
A team composed of these twenty-odd people was indeed a terribly fearsome force.
At least, Tangyu believed that he definitely wouldn’t have an easy time dealing with them even at his full strength — unless he used his last resort.
However, terrifying as these men were, even the Flame Demon Scorpion King might not manage against a few of them, let alone ordinary ones.
The Flame Demon Scorpion King was still not mature, its lethal power was limited, and its venom was scarce, hardly enough to deal with all these individuals.
The door of the central car opened, and a familiar figure stepped out — it was Zhao Yaya’s older brother, Zhao Wangxu, one of the Five Young Masters of Donglin.
Tangyu had just seen him earlier and wouldn’t feel unfamiliar.
Previously, Zhao Wangxu had appeared low-key, so Tangyu didn’t really sense his aura; but this time, his presence was incredibly domineering.
It was the largest scene Tangyu had ever witnessed, making him understand why Zhao Wangxu was one of the Five Young Masters of Donglin.
Just the bodyguards he employed could sweep through armies.
Moreover, Zhao Wangxu’s resources were definitely far more substantial than they seemed, just showing a bit of it was enough to shock one’s heart.
“Zhao Wangxu, why has he come?” Song Qingyu frowned deeply.
The crowd parted automatically, clearing a path.
Even those who didn’t recognize Zhao Wangxu were intimidated by such an array, daring not to provoke these men and kept as far away as possible to avoid being caught in the crossfire.
“Big brother, why are you here?” Zhao Yaya saw Zhao Wangxu and happily ran over, directly throwing herself into his arms, while Zhao Wangxu looked at her affectionately and patted her head, scrutinizing her as if afraid she was missing a single hair.
Standing nearby, Wu Kui’s expression also changed, surprised at seeing Zhao Yaya.
He hadn’t expected the little princess to have such significant backing.
It seemed a real spectacle was about to unfold now that even Zhao Wangxu was involved.
But soon, Wu Kui’s expression darkened, feeling that great trouble was looming over him.
“You haven’t been hurt, have you?” Zhao Wangxu asked.
Zhao Yaya smiled and shook her head, saying, “No, no, look, I’m perfectly fine.
The good-hearted brother used his body as a shield to protect us.”
Zhao Wangxu then looked at Tangyu without a trace of gratitude nor hostility.
He walked over to Tangyu’s side and said, “Do you have the capability to protect my sister?
If not, I’ll protect her myself.”
This tone somewhat irritated Tangyu, feeling slighted, Tangyu smirked and met Zhao Wangxu’s gaze, lightly saying, “No one can harm a single hair on the women around me.”
“Oh, not even me?” Zhao Wangxu said calmly, treating it as a very common matter, but his invisible aura was as heavy as Mount Tai.
The young master spoke casually, yet his words carried an infinite weight.