Chapter 376: Urgent Matter

The stainless steel security bars were forcefully broken by the two dark figures, making the situation seem almost ironic. The glass, already riddled with large-caliber bullet holes, shattered like paper when the figures slapped it, scattering shards everywhere.

As the two figures stepped into the living room, Yang Chen could see their outfits clearly. They were two curly-haired Middle Eastern men dressed in traditional white Muslim robes, each wielding large-caliber American-made M1911 pistols. Their eyes were particularly unsettling, devoid of any emotion, resembling lifeless glass eyes.

The two men, seeing Tianlong struggling to get up, raised their guns to finish off both him and Yezi. Normally, Tianlong wouldn't fear such slow movements, but he was gravely injured, struggling to breathe with two bullets lodged in his back from protecting Yezi.

Yezi, panicked, threw herself over Tianlong to shield him, too afraid to resist for fear of causing further harm to Tianlong.

Yang Chen couldn't just stand by. In the blink of an eye, he was in front of the two Muslims, grabbing their gun-wielding wrists. The moment the guns fired, the bullets veered off course, hitting the refrigerator and a floor lamp, sending bright sparks flying.

The two men, silent, instinctively attacked Yang Chen with their fists, aiming for his temple and abdomen.

Yang Chen frowned. Up close, these men seemed less human and more like machines fighting on pure instinct. They were combat automatons!

But there was no time to ponder this oddity. The men's powerful punches were about to land.

With a sudden burst of internal energy from the "Nian Nian Sutra," Yang Chen created a strong aura that stopped the punches an inch from his body, preventing them from getting any closer.

Yang Chen then exerted force with both hands, flinging the two Muslims out of the shattered window. The figures fell like broken kites, hitting the ground below with a heavy thud.

Yang Chen didn't bother checking if they were dead. He turned to Yezi and said, "Those two are likely Sandstorm members. Your general's intelligence was wrong, or you've been tricked by Sandstorm and Vantian. Take Tianlong to a safe place for treatment immediately and contact your headquarters if you can."

Yezi, still wiping away tears, understood the gravity of the situation. The enemy, initially expected to arrive in three days, had suddenly appeared in Zhonghai. If other team members were ambushed like her and Tianlong, they wouldn't have Yang Chen to save them.

Supporting a sweating Tianlong, Yezi left quickly. Yang Chen grabbed Mo Qianni's hand and followed them downstairs without a word.

"Where are we going?" Mo Qianni, now fully aware of the urgency, couldn't help but ask.

"I'm taking you to a place I trust the most for now," Yang Chen replied.

As Yezi helped Tianlong into her car, Yang Chen also got into his BMW with Mo Qianni.

Just then, a loud explosion rocked the building!

Wild flames and black smoke erupted from Mo Qianni's apartment floor, debris flying everywhere—dust, wood, glass shards, all spewing white smoke and embers.

The fire illuminated everyone's faces in a red glow. Screams and shouts erupted from the surrounding residents, and fire alarms began blaring loudly.

Mo Qianni looked in horror at her apartment, now destroyed by the blast.

Yang Chen's face immediately darkened. He hadn't expected the Sandstorm group to be so ruthless, having prepared to destroy the scene with powerful explosives after killing. This wasn't an attempt to cover anything up; it was a display of sheer brutality. The two Muslim attackers had realized they couldn't complete their mission and fled into the shadows. If Yang Chen hadn't been there today, the result would have been tragic: Tianlong, Yezi, and the innocent Mo Qianni would have all perished, their bodies reduced to charred remains in the explosion.

The mere thought of Mo Qianni nearly dying so senselessly ignited an uncontrollable fury within Yang Chen. Yezi had already driven off, rushing Tianlong to the emergency room to extract the bullet and perform surgery; otherwise, Tianlong would bleed to death. Yang Chen had no time to check on Tianlong's condition. He knew that since the Sandstorm group had appeared, there would be more than just these two. Other members of the Yanhuang Iron Brigade were likely under attack or ambush as well. He needed to secure Mo Qianni and then contact Lin Zhiguo to understand the full situation.

Mo Qianni seemed to grasp the gravity of the situation, feeling the sharp aura emanating from Yang Chen, and dared not speak. Yang Chen drove wildly, and ten minutes later, they arrived at the bustling bar street, colorful lights flashing everywhere. He led Mo Qianni directly into Rose Bar.

At this time, the Haeagle Squad couldn't provide protection; only here with Qiangwei was it safe. The bar was at its peak of noise, customers chatting loudly, and waitstaff bustling about.

"Brother Yang," Chen Rong, standing at the counter, initially wore a smile, but seeing Yang Chen's grave expression and then the beautifully dressed woman beside him, she furrowed her brow, realizing that Yang Chen must have urgent business. Without saying more, she picked up the phone on the counter to inform Qiangwei in her bedroom that Yang Chen had arrived.

Yang Chen, holding Mo Qianni's hand, walked straight through the corridor to Qiangwei's room. Qiangwei, hearing Chen Rong's report, was about to go to bed. She rushed to open the door in her silk nightgown, seeing Yang Chen's severe face and the woman behind him looking at her with confused eyes.

"Qiangwei, this is Qianni. I have urgent matters to attend to. Your place is the safest and most trusted. I'm leaving her in your care," Yang Chen said solemnly, pushing Mo Qianni into Qiangwei's room. "Until I come back tonight, don't go anywhere. Zhonghai is not safe tonight, and there's no time to explain. Gather all the elite forces around you for protection. Do you understand?"

Qiangwei, seeing Yang Chen's serious expression, knew the situation was grave. As the sole ruler of Zhonghai's underworld, if Yang Chen was telling her to stay put, the enemies they faced were far beyond ordinary.

"I understand. Be careful," Qiangwei said, naturally holding Mo Qianni's slightly trembling hand while speaking to Yang Chen.

Yang Chen nodded, said no more, and turned to leave.

Mo Qianni watched Yang Chen leave, wanting to say something, but the woman beside her, Qiangwei, gave her hand a firm squeeze, prompting her to stay silent.

"Don't disturb him; he can't be distracted right now," Qiangwei said with a gentle smile. "I will protect you."

Mo Qianni looked at Qiangwei, whose beauty rivaled her own but was imbued with an enchanting allure, combined with a mysterious confidence and boldness. A wave of complex emotions surged within her.

What had happened tonight?