Chapter 213 Scared Out of Wits_1

Whoosh!

However, at that moment, Ye Luo stepped forward and embraced Li Wanqin in his arms, spinning his body to use his own back to shield her from the bullets.

"Ye Luo, you..."

Li Wanqin’s expression was one of shock; her eyes wide open as she gazed at Ye Luo.

"Wife, you really are noble, trying to block bullets for me. But if you died, I would be heartbroken."

Ye Luo grinned, his face teasing.

"Ye Luo, are you okay?"

Li Wanqin snapped out of it, her complexion changing as she quickly asked.

"Don’t worry, they think a few bullets can hurt me? They underestimate me."

Ye Luo smiled wickedly, slowly turning around to reveal that the bullets had all fallen at his feet, and his shredded back clothing revealed the Gold Silk Soft Armor to everyone present.

"This..."

Shen Yunlong and Shen Mo’s eyes were wide, their expressions frozen in disbelief.

"He’s wearing Gold Silk Soft Armor, aim for his head!"

The two Innate Realm experts suddenly shouted, clearly recognizing the presence of the Gold Silk Soft Armor.

Immediately, these people gripped their handguns and opened fire towards Ye Luo’s head.

Another flurry of bullets shot out, sparking in the air. This time, Ye Luo dared not be careless; his head was not protected by the Gold Silk Soft Armor and couldn’t withstand bullets. Holding Li Wanqin, he swept to one side and took cover behind a cabinet.

"Stay here quietly and don’t move."

Ye Luo glanced at Li Wanqin before dashing out again; the Wandering Dragon’s Hundred Steps were unleashed, and his movements became illusory, akin to a dragon, covering a hundred steps at once. The bullets couldn’t hit him, and Ye Luo knocked them all aside, leaving his opponents sprawled on the ground, spitting blood.

Swish!

The half-step Innate expert with the knife took the opportunity to slash fiercely at Ye Luo, who spun around and unhesitatingly punched out.

Boom!

The long knife and Ye Luo’s fist collided, an intense strength erupted, shattering the long knife into countless fragments. Ye Luo threw a punch straight towards the head; the opponent crossed their hands in defense, blocking Ye Luo’s fists but still slid backwards from the force.

Ye Luo’s foot tapped the ground, and he soared up, his right leg lifting, knee bending, and hammered down vehemently onto the opponent’s chest. The force sent the man flying against the wall, coughing up blood.

"Young Master, this man is very strong. For your safety, you should leave immediately. We will hold him off," said the two Innate experts with solemn expressions to Shen Yunlong, showing that even they lacked confidence in facing Ye Luo.

Shen Yunlong’s expression was particularly ugly. He hadn’t anticipated that his carefully planned trap for Ye Luo would be so forcefully disrupted by the latter. That so many experts failed to deal with just one man, and now he, the Young Master of the Shen Family, had to flee—it was another slap to his face.

"Young Master, we should leave now. There will be plenty of opportunities in the future to deal with this guy," Shen Mo said, glancing fearfully at Ye Luo and urging Shen Yunlong to depart.

"Let’s go!"

Shen Yunlong uttered with a dark expression, ready to make his departure.

But Ye Luo naturally wouldn’t let them leave just like that. His eyes swept toward the two men, his lips curling into a smirk.

"You were prepared to leave just like that, after declaring you’d torture me to the point of begging for death?"

"Ye Luo, don’t be arrogant. Sooner or later, I will make you kneel before me and beg for mercy,"

Shen Yunlong couldn’t help but become arrogant again as he looked at Ye Luo, unable to swallow the anger in his heart.

"Is that so? You won’t have that chance anymore."

As Ye Luo spoke, he walked step by step toward his adversary, a cruel smile on his lips.

"You... what are you going to do? Let me remind you, I am the second young master of the Shen Family, and if you dare to touch me, the Shen Family won’t let you off."

Shen Yunlong, seeing Ye Luo actually approaching, roared with a somewhat forced bravado, the fear in his eyes betraying his emotions.

"Young Master, run!"

At that moment, the two Innate experts from the Shen Family shouted and charged at Ye Luo, unleashing their full strength in an attack.

Crack!

With a single-handed swing, Ye Luo caught one of the punches, squeezed, and with a series of cracking sounds, the man emitted a painful groan. The other hand came smashing toward Ye Luo, carrying a terrifying True Qi.

Ye Luo ruthlessly kicked out, hitting the man square in the chest and sending him flying into a window, which shattered on impact. The man’s body flew out, likely turned into a pulp.

The other Innate expert had already circled behind Ye Luo and launched an attack, but to no avail.

In Ye Luo’s eyes now, an expert at the early phase of the Innate Realm was no longer a challenge; they held no appeal for him. To him, they were like experts at the Acquired Realm; he could handle them with ease.

Boom!

Ye Luo threw a heavy punch, instantly causing the early phase Innate expert’s nose to burst with blood, his body slamming onto the ground, convulsing and disfigured.

For a moment, the entire suite fell silent. The only ones left standing were Ye Luo, Shen Yunlong, and Shen Mo.

Ye Luo grinned, looking at Shen Yunlong and Shen Mo with a playful gaze. Both their bodies trembled, with their calves even shaking, their eyes flickering with terror as they looked at Ye Luo.

"To thank you for such a meticulously arranged show tonight, I plan to properly repay the two of you."

Ye Luo said, with a cold and clear voice, as he approached the two men.

"Ye... Ye Luo, what... what do you want? We are all from the Shen Family, and if you dare to lay a finger on us, the Shen Family won’t let you off. Let’s just forget about this incident, we won’t provoke you anymore,"

Shen Mo’s voice stuttered as he spoke to Ye Luo, cold sweat forming on his forehead.

"Let’s start with you,"

Ye Luo’s gaze swept toward Shen Mo, his hands shooting out like lightning.

Crack! Crack! ...

Ahh...

Piercing screams came from Shen Mo as he collapsed to the ground, his arms and legs broken by Ye Luo, and the injuries were beyond recovery unless a high-grade elixir was available. Otherwise, he would be bedridden and disabled for life.

Seeing Shen Mo’s miserable state, Shen Yunlong gasped, retreating step by step with a pale face, sweat the size of pearls streamed down, his breathing rushed.

At this moment, Shen Yunlong felt utterly terror-stricken, barely able to stand firm as if facing a devil in Ye Luo.