?Mobile reading Wu Dong radiated confidence, which further confirmed Qin Feng’s guess—where would that confidence come from if he hadn’t carefully arranged his people? Eight Zero E-book The two men exchanged glances for nearly half a minute before Qin Feng broke the silence. “We’ve come this far—why hide anything now?” Wu Dong was taken aback. “What do you mean?” Qin, the young magnate, looked disdainful. “Do you think of yourself as my competitor?” “On a one-on-one basis, I’m not your match,” Wu Dong admitted with clear self-awareness. Qin Feng found it exhausting dealing with these political types—they always had to be so direct! Didn’t they usually value reading between the lines and understanding the leader’s intentions? Even if I’m not your superior, I’m still your competitor. Now that I’ve said it so plainly, why are you still acting confused? Yet Wu Dong remained stubbornly composed, as if determined to keep his confusion going to the very end. Well, for heaven’s sake. Qin Feng muttered under his breath, saying, "Call your assistant out, don't tell me you didn't bring one. You know you're no match for me, yet you've come out to face me on your own—this already speaks volumes." Wu Dong gave a sly smile, "Qin Young Master is indeed wise. But you're mistaken—my assistant? I haven't actually called one. You're certainly skilled, that's true. But these days, even the best martial artists can't hold their own against a good knife. I can handle you easily by myself." Qin Feng was genuinely tired of hearing all this empty talk, fearing he'd trip over his own words. If you're so confident, then come on—what are you waiting for? Suddenly, Wu Dong drew a pistol from his waistband and fired a shot with a smooth motion. The pistol was compact, equipped with a long silencer, and when the bullet left the barrel, it only made a soft, barely audible 'puff'. Qin Feng stepped aside—though he had initially dismissed Wu as unimpressive, the reality proved him otherwise. Wu was a sharp marksman, firing with remarkable speed and precision. If he hadn't become a cultivator, he wouldn't have had a hundred percent confidence in evading that shot. Following the principle of "a gift without return is not proper," Qin Feng drew his pistol, and the two of them began exchanging gunfire. Bullets whistled past, with two even colliding mid-air—an occurrence that, as experts had once noted, was quite rare. Both men executed nearly identical evasive maneuvers, dodging each other's shots. Qin Feng's magazine held 20 rounds, quickly establishing a clear advantage, allowing him to maintain a steady stream of fire without frequent reloads. Wu Dong hadn't anticipated this, and once his magazine was depleted, he had to retreat to find cover, swiftly reload, and then rejoin the fight. As a result, Qin, the young prodigy, gained the upper hand. Over the course of several exchanges, they fired dozens of rounds at each other, none of which found their mark. Undoubtedly, Wu Dong wasn't a one-dimensional performer—he managed to hold his own against Qin, a killer by training, which is no easy feat for an ordinary person. In the darkness, a slightly slender figure darted past. Hiding behind a large tree, the figure observed quietly, murmuring to himself, "Zonghu must think he's the most accurate shooter in the world. At thirty, he doesn't grasp the simple truth that 'there's always a taller mountain beyond the mountain, and a broader sky beyond the sky.' Has he spent his entire life living like a dog?" He regretted his current actions. In terms of combat prowess, he even fell short of the weakest among the Four Pillars—Bao Long—but his precise gunmanship had long made Bao Long hesitate to initiate any confrontation. Ssssh... Qin Feng launched the Fire Meteor. The spinning blade carved a small dent in the wall before automatically returning to his hands. Thump... A bullet whistled past, striking precisely at the dent, its tip successfully piercing through the wall. Wu Dong, who had been leaning against the wall, suddenly felt a jolt against his back as though struck by something heavy, and immediately thought, "This is bad." The bullet entered his right posterior back, having lost most of its kinetic energy during its passage through the wall—exactly because of this, it became lodged between the two segments of his vertebrae. A sharp, searing pain ensued, prompting him to cry out in agony. Qin Feng then spread his legs and charged forward in a swift stride, intending to leap over the broken wall and deliver a final shot to Wu Dong's crown of the head. Alternating his legs, he powerfully drove his left leg into the ground while using the wall with his right leg, propelling his body high into the air and clearing the height of the collapsed wall. Just then, a flash of light appeared at a distance. He knew it well—this was the flash of fire as a bullet exited the gun barrel. Indeed, this guy had a helper. NND, he was mid-air, with nowhere to lean or adjust his trajectory—his situation was now critical. He could even sense the bullet slicing through the air, heading straight for him. It was a 9-millimeter handgun round, traveling at high speed. As the bullet approached, he instinctively reached for the nautilus pendant worn at his chest. *Swoosh…* The bullet vanished just less than three centimeters from his chest, and he could already feel the intense heat of the bullet’s impact—a sensation that sent a shiver down his spine. Though he had faced death many times, this close encounter with death was the first time he had ever experienced it so intimately. When he regained his composure, his entire back was drenched in sweat, and he realized a serious issue—he was still suspended in the air! If he didn’t quickly stabilize his position, he’d definitely end up face-first. Despite making every effort, he had to settle into a half-kneeling stance upon landing to compensate for his unsteady balance. He didn’t forget his original objective—he raised his pistol, ready to eliminate Wu Dong. Where was Wu Dong? Wu Dong had vanished completely, leaving only a pool of blood on the broken walls. As for when exactly he had escaped, Qin Feng had absolutely no memory of it. Probably, due to the intense danger just moments before, all his energy had been focused on surviving, which gave Wu Dong the opportunity to escape. He turned and surveyed the surroundings, confirming that Wu Dong was indeed no longer present. What a pity—letting that young man escape this time; he’d surely be paying his dues later. Qin Feng was not satisfied and continued searching for where Wu Dong might have taken refuge. Since it had only taken less than a second from the moment he leapt to when he landed, Wu Dong, still carrying his body, couldn't run very far. The grassy bushes on the eastern side rustled slightly, and without a thought, he headed that way.