My wife who comes from a wealthy family
Chapter 108 - 109: Fusang Martial Artist

Chapter 108: Chapter 109: Fusang Martial Artist

Late at night, the autumn rain was persistent.

Whoosh!

A large truck and a Wuling Hongguang sped madly down the road.

Knowing Ye Wudao’s unfathomable strength, Cyclops did not dare to stop and floored the accelerator, charging recklessly along the way.

"Where is this guy going? This route, it must be to the coast!" Ye Wudao guessed the approximate route. Even though he was a godlike driver, he did not dare to collide his Wuling Hongguang with the large truck, and could only closely follow.

Just then, a black large truck suddenly appeared ahead, viciously slamming into Ye Wudao’s Wuling Hongguang.

"Not good!"

Ye Wudao’s expression changed, he quickly steered the wheel, and the car came to a stop.

At that moment, dozens of gunmen emerged from the black truck, each wearing a mask and wielding firearms.

Bang!

Bang!

These gunmen, without any hesitation, fired simultaneously. The dense bullets streaked towards Ye Wudao’s car like fiery snakes.

Through the rearview mirror, Cyclops saw this scene and a cold smile appeared on his lips; "Haha, you little brat, you’re about to be riddled with bullets!"

Bang, bang...

After a burst of intensive gunfire, the gunmen ceased fire. The leader, a Burly Man, said, "This kid must be riddled with holes now, let’s go!"

At that moment, the door of the Wuling Hongguang was slowly pushed open.

There was movement!

Over ten men in black turned their heads, only to see the most terrifying scene of their lives.

A young man in white stepped out of the car unscathed, his eyes blazing with terrifying anger.

Boom!

The gunmen were dumbstruck, their faces as blank as those of stunned chickens!

"Holy shit, how, how is this possible?"

"We fired so many shots, how is he still alive?"

"Is he a human or a ghost?"

The leader, the Burly Man, pulled out his gun without hesitation and pulled the trigger.

Bang, bang bang!

Intensive bullets fiercely shot towards Ye Wudao.

"You little brat, die!" the Burly Man sneered.

However, the next scene felt like hell to the Burly Man.

Ye Wudao, facing the bullets, took steps forward. Each bullet, as it neared him by thirty centimeters, was blocked by an invisible layer of True Qi, causing the bullet casings to fall to the ground.

"True Qi body shield!" the Burly Man swallowed a gulp of saliva; "He, he is a Grandmaster above the fifth rank, brothers, get out of here!"

Turning around, the Burly Man broke into a frantic run!

"Thinking of running, can you escape?" Ye Wudao picked up the bullet casings from the ground and grabbed a handful.

The next moment, his eyes swept over the fleeing gunmen like a hawk, and he fiercely threw them.

Whoosh!

Whoosh!

Dozens of bullets struck the group of gunmen.

"Pfft!"

"Pfft!"

All the gunmen spat out blood and fell to the ground.

The Burly Man, tough-skinned and fleshed, had bullets in his abdomen and feet and was limping away in terror.

As he ran, he kept looking back and suddenly realized that Ye Wudao’s figure had disappeared from behind him.

"No, where did he go?" In the midst of his confusion, a figure descended from the sky, grabbed his neck with one hand, and slammed him fiercely onto the ground.

Bang!

The man’s head slammed hard against the ground, blood gushing from his mouth.

"Speak, who are you?" Ye Wudao’s expression was icy cold, like a thousand-year-old glacier.

"Just kill me; as a professional assassin, I would never reveal a single word about the client!" the Burly Man answered.

"Die!" Without any hesitation, Ye Wudao’s fingers, like dragon claws, easily crushed the Burly Man’s neck as if squeezing a chicken.

He stood up and looked at his car, riddled with bullet holes, hoping it would start.

"Vroom!" To his surprise, the car actually started.

"Holy shit, it still runs, truly a divine car!" Ye Wudao exclaimed excitedly, flooring the accelerator and speeding forward.

Seaside port.

A large truck was parked at the shore, driven by the one-eyed man.

Not far out at sea, a huge golden cruise ship was docked by the shore, brightly lit, with dozens of Martial Artists clad in black, katanas at their waists and wooden clogs on their feet, waiting in place.

"Hmm, Japanese Martial Artists?"

Ye Wudao squinted his eyes, already making a judgment.

This one-eyed guy was probably the snakehead, wanting to sell Xia Shiqi and the three girls to the people on this golden cruise ship.

If his guess was right, the mastermind behind these Japanese Martial Artists was the real culprit!

The one-eyed man was talking to someone when he suddenly heard the sound of a car, turned his head, and gasped in shock; "Holy shit, this guy is still alive!"

The surrounding Japanese Martial Artists turned their heads and, seeing a man approaching, increased their vigilance.

"One-eyed man, who is he?" a short, mustachioed Martial Artist with two swords at his waist and wearing wooden clogs asked. He was not weak—at a fifth-grade Grandmaster level.

"Lord Yamamoto Noritsu, this kid is a friend of Xia Shiqi; he’s like a burr, can’t shake him off!" the one-eyed man said bitterly; "My dozens of men have died at his hands, Lord Yamamoto Noritsu, you have to give me more benefits."

"Hehe, interesting!" Yamamoto Noritsu’s lips curled slightly, completely indifferent to the lives of his subordinates.

"Hand over Xia Shiqi and the others!" Ye Wudao demanded coldly.

"Hehe, if you want to take your friends, you must see if you have the ability!" Yamamoto Noritsu said playfully, "Besides, you’re already in a precarious position!"

Dozens of Martial Artists behind Yamamoto Noritsu all revealed malevolent smiles.

"You know, what I hate most in my life are you bunch of Japanese scoundrels who do all kinds of evil and invade my territory. Today’s a good day to deal with all of you!" In Ye Wudao’s eyes flashed an unusual bloodthirsty killing intent.

"Baka!" Yamamoto Noritsu burst into fury; "Come, kill this arrogant brat and throw him into the sea to feed the fishes!"

"Yes!"

Four Samurai stepped forward, releasing their aura, all second-grade Grandmasters.

"Kill!" The four Samurai charged at Ye Wudao, simultaneously swinging their katanas, well-coordinated in their attack.

Ye Wudao’s expression was cold, with a single punch he sent all four Samurai, along with their katanas, flying out.

With one move, four Samurai’s katanas broke, and the men died!