Chapter 210: Business Tactics Are Really Dirty

Xu Yinsheng felt that Zhao Yicheng was going crazy again.

Even though he had already foreseen through her Ability that “this time, someone sent by a competitor would intercept the document delivery,” he actually wasn’t planning to turn back—instead, he floored the accelerator, sending the car speeding out like a rocket!

Vroom, vroom, vroom~

The roar of the engine rang in her ears. Xu Yinsheng turned her head, and through the car window, she saw several violent motorcycles painted with heavy metallic ink and terrifying skull patterns, tailing the Bentley tightly!

“Should we call the police?” Xu Yinsheng suggested to Zhao Yicheng in the driver’s seat.

“No need,” Zhao Yicheng refused.

He jerked the steering wheel sharply!

With a beautiful drift, the Bentley threaded right through the middle of several motorcycles. The speed didn’t drop at all; if anything, it picked up a little more, as if he wasn’t the least bit afraid of hitting anyone!

However, not long after, one of the violent motorcycles accelerated and came level with their car. The rider was a fifteen or sixteen-year-old boy, with dyed yellow hair, earrings, a cigarette dangling from his lips, blowing smoke rings.

He swung a baseball bat wrapped in steel wire and spikes, smashing it down at the Bentley’s windshield.

“Turn! Turn!” Xu Yinsheng couldn’t help but scream.

However… it was already too late for anything.

Bang! Bang! Two deafening crashes.

“Ah!!”

A shrill scream sounded as the baseball bat flew out of his hands. Miraculously, the front windshield remained completely intact, and the car seized the chance to swerve left, leaving the attacker behind.

Zhao Yicheng reached over and rubbed Xu Yinsheng’s head, his palm warm, as if carrying a mysterious power that soothed her instantly.

“Bulletproof tempered glass. Ordinary methods won’t break through it. Besides,” the man smiled indulgently, “I’ll always protect my little Yin.”

Xu Yinsheng stared at him blankly, fear and panic still lingering in her eyes.

But it felt like, just by looking at him, a strange calm flowed through her heart, easing all the terror and anxiety.

The car gradually came to a stop, parking in the midst of a green forest, surrounded on all sides by circles upon circles of violent motorcycles.

Without them noticing, these motorcycles had herded the Bentley into a remote, well-hidden little grove where few people ever came.

Xu Yinsheng glanced around through the car window.

On each motorcycle sat one or two Shamate youths with dyed yellow hair, black leather jackets, and iron rods in hand. All of them wore sunglasses and looked to be around sixteen or seventeen years old on average.

“Should we call the police now?” Xu Yinsheng pulled out her phone and waved it, suggesting, “If we pay them more, they’ll show up pretty quickly.”

“No need,” Zhao Yicheng refused.

He bent down, reached under the seat, and when he straightened up, a strange-looking Beretta 92F appeared in his hand. Xu Yinsheng froze. The Huayuan Federation didn’t ban guns, so she recognized this model: it fired 9mm Parabellum Cartridges and had an overall length of 217mm. What was odd was that the Beretta 92F in Zhao Yicheng’s hand had an unusually large muzzle, as if it had undergone a special modification.

“What are you going to do?”

The man didn’t answer. He just chambered a round and rolled down the window.

Right outside, a smug Shamate youth stood.

In the next moment.

Bang!

A gunshot. Someone fell.

The air seemed to freeze at that instant.

The very next second, who knew who screamed first, but all the Shamate youths scattered in panic, fleeing in all directions like startled birds.

Zhao Yicheng, seemingly out of nowhere, produced a black sphere the size of a fist and tossed it out.

Very soon, a cloud of pink smoke billowed up.

As he rolled up the window and turned to comfort the person beside him, he saw Xu Yinsheng hugging her arms, trembling violently, staring at him in terror.

“Y-you-you!” She stammered, pointing at the Shamate youth collapsed outside, then at the gun in Zhao Yicheng’s hand.

Zhao Yicheng held his forehead in exasperation.

As expected, his little Yin was such a scaredy-cat.

Right in front of her, he removed the oddly shaped bullets from the magazine—each one a tiny Narcotic Dart.

“Ice*, Narcotic Dart,” he introduced briefly.

Xu Yinsheng swallowed hard.

She turned her head to look out the window at the gradually dispersing pink smoke.

“What about outside?”

“Highly Concentrated Volatile Anesthetic. I had a Doctor’s Friend bring it,” he said.

“When did you prepare all this?”

Zhao Yicheng didn’t answer, only rubbing his nose.

Of course, he wasn’t about to admit that all of these weapons were prepared to either prevent or recapture Xu Yinsheng.

Xu Yinsheng possessed a myriad of Abilities, while he, aside from above-average physical strength, had no other tricks.

“As the saying goes: A gentleman is not different by birth, but excels by making good use of things.”

So all he could do was focus on weaponry—like *anesthetic smoke bombs, or mini electromagnetic interference bombs to disrupt nano-machines, or holy water crucifixes for subduing vampires.

In short, Zhao Yicheng perfectly leveraged human resourcefulness, gathering every possible weapon and item he might need in the future.

Naturally, he’d never tell Xu Yinsheng any of that.

As long as she didn’t run away, she was still his adorable, obedient, and beloved little Yin.

When the pink smoke finally dispersed, Xu Yinsheng opened the car door and stepped out.

On the cobblestone path lay several Shamate youths sprawled in all directions, surrounded by all sorts of machetes, clubs, and baseball bats. Xu Yinsheng even spotted a “familiar face”—the youth who seemed to be the Leader among the Shamate, now lying dead still in the street, a Narcotic Dart embedded in his neck.

Zhao Yicheng got out as well, found an open spot, and was already making a phone call.

“Hello, Aunt, it’s me.”

“Here’s the situation right now…”

“Mm, mm, I’ll wait for your people.”

After hanging up, Xu Yinsheng sidled over, her face filled with curiosity. Zhao Yicheng couldn’t help but laugh, and before she could ask, he pointed at the Shamate sprawled on the ground:

“Leave professional matters to the Professionals.”

Xu Yinsheng was left utterly confused, unable to make sense of his words.

However, less than half an hour later, several police cars roared up. Watching as officers poured out, surrounded the area, and began hauling the Shamate gang off for investigation, Xu Yinsheng finally understood what he meant.

When all the Shamate had been marched—no, carried—onto the police cars, Zhao Yicheng and Xu Yinsheng also cooperated obediently and followed the officers to the police station to make their statements.

By the time they finished, it was already evening.

They ran into an old acquaintance at the police station—Zhao Yicheng’s Aunt Meng Zijiao. Compared to her high-spirited self from a few months ago, she now seemed steadier, but heavy dark circles had formed under her eyes.

A whole string of issues—like “the original evidence drugs going missing” and “follow-up strikes and protests”—had left her, a newly promoted officer, under enormous pressure and utterly exhausted.

There wasn’t much time for conversation. After making their statements, Zhao Yicheng took Xu Yinsheng to a roadside restaurant for dinner.

As for the Bentley? He’d already called the company to send someone to drive it back long ago.

“Chicken soup’s here~” the boss hollered, setting a steaming bowl of chicken soup on their table.

“By the way, weren’t you supposed to deliver a contract? How come you had time to do a statement?” Xu Yinsheng slurped a mouthful of fried noodles, asking as she ate.

Zhao Yicheng took a spoon, ladled out chicken soup for both of them, and replied unhurriedly, “Li Yuan already signed the contract. The deal’s done.”

“So you were making a feint to the east while actually moving west,” Xu Yinsheng sipped the soup.

At this point, she could already guess Zhao Yicheng’s intentions.

From the start, once Zhao Yicheng got the answer from her that their trip would be blocked by the competitor’s men, he had no intention of delivering the documents himself. Instead, he deliberately threw himself into the fray to attract almost all the enemy’s attention.

Meanwhile, he secretly had others race to deliver the contract.

“Business is like war.” Zhao Yicheng also took a sip of soup. “Tomorrow, go somewhere with me.”

“Where?”

“The Worksite.”