Medic Martial Dragon King

”What? Targeted at me?!”

Fan Zhewei laughed coldly after hearing Jiang Chen’s words, looking down on Jiang Chen with disdain: ”Kid, do you have any sympathy? Setting me up? With so many people in the train carriage, how could he have known I would go over? Stop talking nonsense here. I think you’re just afraid to show how cold and heartless you are, which is why you’re stopping me.”

As he spoke, Fan Zhewei arrogantly held his head high and walked towards the man who had fainted.

Even the bodyguards beside Fan Zhewei looked at Jiang Chen with amusement, thinking that Jiang Chen was just trying to scare Fan Zhewei, and none of them budged.

”This idiot!” Jiang Chen cursed under his breath.

Gong Lin whispered, ”Is that man really targeting Fan Zhewei?”

”Mhm, he’s pretending to be unconscious. His eyes have been squinting the whole time, keeping an eye on Fan Zhewei’s movements!” Jiang Chen nodded.

Gong Lin raised an eyebrow, her gaze towards Fan Zhewei carrying a hint of schadenfreude.

”Hey, what’s wrong with you? What’s going on?”

By this time, Fan Zhewei had already knelt in front of the man, pretentiously pushing him.

At the same time, he was inwardly delighted, thinking:

My display of compassion, compared to that beauty’s husband, will definitely make the beauty favor me. Then with a little trick, she’ll fall into my trap, won’t she? Ha-ha, how can that poor wretch compete with me!

Ha ha ha ha...

While he was gleefully thinking this, the situation suddenly changed!

”Whoosh—”

A flash of cold light zipped by, and the man suddenly burst into action, producing a dagger in his hand, which he immediately held against Fan Zhewei’s throat.

”Ah, what, what are you doing?”

Fan Zhewei’s eyes widened, and he didn’t dare to move a muscle, completely shocked.

”Ah!”

”He has a knife!”

”God, run!”

”He was faking it?”

Passengers in the carriage exclaimed in alarm, getting up and moving away from the scene.

And Fan Zhewei’s bodyguards hadn’t even reacted. They wanted to move forward, but they were worried Fan Zhewei would get hurt, so they froze on the spot.

”So he really was pretending? He really was after me?”

Tears almost fell from Fan Zhewei’s eyes, his heart filled with shock. Out of the corner of his eye, he couldn’t help but glance at Jiang Chen. To his disbelief, had this poor man actually been right? This guy really came for me!

Now with the dagger at his throat, Fan Zhewei felt incredibly regretful and started to resent Jiang Chen.

You damn saw it coming, couldn’t you have warned me more? A couple more warnings and maybe I would have listened, eh? Are you trying to harm me?

Meanwhile, Jiang Chen smirked and patted Gong Lin’s tense hand, stood up, and walked out into the aisle of the carriage.

”Kid, what are you doing? You want to come save him?” The man holding Fan Zhewei hostage stared coldly at Jiang Chen like a venomous snake.

Jiang Chen smiled lightly. ”No, he’s harassed my wife several times; I have no interest in saving him. I’m here to watch him die. Go ahead and kill him, make it quick, don’t dawdle!”

”You...”

The man was taken aback, looking at Jiang Chen stupidly.

Fan Zhewei was even more stunned, he looked at Jiang Chen with total disbelief. After a while, he exploded in curses: ”You bastard, you deadbeat, you dare to watch my downfall? Do you freaking want to die? I tell you, I...”

”Shut up!” The man with the dagger harshly tightened his grip.

”Ah, no!” Fan Zhewei, terrified, quickly shut his mouth, nearly wetting himself.

Whoosh!

But just then, a glint of cold light flashed in Jiang Chen’s eyes, and with a flick of his hand, a silver needle he had secretly prepared shot out.

”Swoosh—”

Fan Zhewei felt a chill on his cheek as the silver needle grazed past his face.

”Ah!”

A scream filled the air as the man holding the dagger was hit directly in the eye by the silver needle.

Thump!

Amidst the screams, the man fell to the ground, clutching his eyes and howling in pain.

Fan Zhewei also cried out in shock, his legs gave way, and he collapsed to the floor, wetting his pants in fright.

But he didn’t care about that, crawling forward a few steps on hands and knees, getting a bit farther from the man.

”Ah!”

”Murder!”

”That, that person is blind!”

Panic-stricken cries filled the train carriage again, some looking at the man on the ground with terrified expressions, others looking at Jiang Chen with shock and admiration in their eyes.

This young man was incredible!

He subdued the criminal in one move, amazing!

Jiang Chen didn’t have time to worry about these reactions. He glanced at Fan Zhewei and turned his head towards the carriage door—there was still one more!

At the carriage entrance, the man who had been eyeing Fan Zhewei at the beginning, had now risen and was at the connection between the two carriages. His face was filled with resentment, as he glared hatefully at Jiang Chen.

With a cold smile on his lips, Jiang Chen stepped forward, rushing toward the connection of the carriages.

”This train is about to explode!” the man at the connection suddenly yelled out, then turned and ran toward the next carriage.

”What?”

”About to explode?”

”Where is it? Hurry, disarm it!”

”Where? Where is it?”

Suddenly, chaos erupted in the carriage, with people frantically searching for the explosive.

Jiang Chen’s brow furrowed. Not daring to disbelieve, he quickly walked over to where the man had been seated. On closer examination, his expression tightened.

On the seat, there was a canvas bag. Jiang Chen hurriedly opened the bag.

Beep... Beep...

Inside the canvas bag lay a timer attached to an explosive, and the numbers were counting down!

”Explosive!”

”There really is an explosive!”

”Run!”

The passengers in the nearby seats saw the situation inside the canvas bag, and they all screamed in terror, desperately scattering in all directions.

”Oh my God, save me!”

”It’s going to blow!”

The carriage instantly descended into complete chaos, with everyone frantically running to the other carriages.

”Move! Get out of my way, don’t block me.” Amidst the panic, a series of dull thuds and shouts rang out. The flustered Fan Zhewei, along with his bodyguards, were beating the surrounding passengers as they made a mad dash towards other carriages.

Jiang Chen’s expression turned cold. In such a chaotic scene, if he let Fan Zhewei and his men continue like this, even more people would get hurt.

Gong Lin was just a short distance in front of Fan Zhewei, caught in the midst of the panic.

Jiang Chen’s eyes flashed coldly. He picked up the canvas bag and charged forward.

No one dared to stay with Jiang Chen. As soon as they saw him coming, they all scattered.

Before long, Jiang Chen had caught up to Fan Zhewei from behind.

”Ah, what do you want, get away from me, get lost—ah—”

Fan Zhewei shrieked in terror, but before he could finish speaking, Jiang Chen landed a fierce punch on his face.

Bang!

Fan Zhewei screamed, his body instantly tilting to one side as blood flowed from his nose.

”You trash!”

Jiang Chen cursed under his breath. As the mysterious Cultivation Technique activated, he turned and fiercely kicked a nearby window, a faint blood-colored light shining on his foot.