Chapter 780 - 257: Lu Changsheng Catches a Bullet with His Bare Hands, Body Unafraid of Firearms, Everyone is Shocked!_2

The gunman can’t die just yet.

He needs to know who hired the gunman to kill him.

Moreover, this is only one of the gunmen.

There’s also the second gunman on the right.

The second gunman seized the moment and had already left the fourth floor.

Through a planned escape route, he fled to the street, got into a car, and prepared to drive away.

"Hmph."

Lu Changsheng snorted coldly.

If someone wants to kill him, he certainly won’t let them escape so easily.

Holding the unconscious gunman in his left hand, Lu Changsheng directly leapt from the third floor down to the ground.

Meanwhile, his senses instantly locked onto the gunman driving the vehicle.

"Boom."

Lu Changsheng bounded forward, instantly covering a distance of over ten meters.

Then, he sprinted full throttle.

"Huh?"

The gunman glanced in the rearview mirror and spotted Lu Changsheng.

Her face turned pale.

She immediately slammed her foot on the gas pedal, flooring it.

The car’s speed skyrocketed.

Lu Changsheng, uninterested in a drawn-out car chase on the street, opted for a different approach.

He reached out and grabbed the tire of a nearby vehicle, gripping it tightly.

"Bang."

The tire was wrenched off by sheer force from Lu Changsheng.

And then, with a fierce swing, Lu Changsheng hurled the tire toward the fleeing gunman’s car.

"Whoosh."

The tire ripped through the air, whistling as it hurtled toward the speeding vehicle.

"No..."

The gunman watched the approaching tire in the rearview mirror, her face contorted in terror.

But the tire inevitably struck, smashing heavily into the car.

The vehicle immediately lost control, flipping multiple times before crashing into a streetlamp and coming to a halt.

From the moment Lu Changsheng tore off the tire and threw it...

To the gunman’s vehicle being struck, losing control, and crashing into the streetlamp...

The entire sequence lasted only a brief moment.

However, this scene was witnessed by many passersby.

After all, this was a public street, and countless people had seen it.

All of them had their mouths agape, their eyes wide with disbelief.

"Is this a movie?"

"No, it’s not a movie—it’s real... Someone inside is injured."

"Isn’t that Lu Yuan, founder of Extreme Martial Arts Style? He actually ripped off the tire and flipped a car with it?"

"Ah... A gun, it’s a gun..."

Many people exclaimed in shock.

A gun!

The overturned car revealed the woman pulling out a pistol.

Meanwhile, Lu Changsheng bent down, leaned in, and looked inside the car toward the woman.

"Bang bang bang."

The woman fired.

She frantically unloaded every bullet toward Lu Changsheng’s face.

The surrounding pedestrians turned pale with fear.

Lu Yuan’s face was surely going to be shredded! An undeniable fatal hit!

Yet, what happened next shocked everyone.

Those bullets couldn’t pierce even the skin on Lu Yuan’s face.

Not a single mark was left.

Instead, the bullets ricocheted off his face, scattering onto the ground.

"Bulletproof?"

The woman’s jaw dropped, forgetting to pull the trigger again.

Though it wouldn’t have mattered, because her ammo was spent.

Lu Changsheng grabbed the woman and effortlessly dragged her out of the car.

The woman was lucky.

Despite the vehicle flipping several times, she had only sustained a cut on her foot, with no other injuries.

But luck wasn’t entirely on her side.

She had now fallen into Lu Yuan’s hands.

"Thud."

Lu Changsheng casually tossed the unconscious gunman he had been carrying onto the ground.

One man, one woman—two gunmen attempting to assassinate Lu Yuan from opposite sides.

"Speak. Who are you? Who sent you to kill me?"

Lu Changsheng asked flatly.

But the pair remained silent, refusing to utter a word.

"It’s said that Death Warriors or assassins typically commit suicide when their missions fail. If you have poison or other methods, go ahead and use them—I won’t stop you."

"But if you’re not inclined to end your own lives, then you’ll be subjected to agony you may not be able to endure. Want to try it out first?"

Holding the female assassin, Lu Changsheng grabbed one of her fingers and twisted it forcefully.

"Crack."

The finger was brutally broken by Lu Changsheng.

"Aaah..."

The woman screamed in agony.

"I’ll talk. We’ll talk."

At this moment, the other assassin spoke up.

Through gritted teeth, he said, "We’re bounty hunters, hired through the underground web based on a high bounty to assassinate you."

"On the underground web, the bounty for your assassination is extraordinarily high, already reaching the tens of millions mark, and still climbing quickly."

Lu Changsheng squinted slightly.

He ordered them to log in to the underground web.

Lu Changsheng gazed with his own eyes—it was indeed a bounty hunter profile.

And right there, he could see the soaring bounty for his head on the underground web.

The bounty on the underground web wasn’t posted by just one person. For any given target, it allowed others to anonymously add to the reward.

In other words, the cumulative tens of millions bounty on Lu Changsheng wasn’t funded by one individual but by countless anonymous contributors adding to it.

Under this system, bounties on the underground web often appeared ridiculously high.

At this moment, the senior disciple sister approached, glancing at the underground web on the laptop, then said gravely, "Sect Leader, the underground web has existed for a long time. No one knows who created it, and it can’t be shut down."

"Every task posted on it cannot be removed, nor can the identity of the poster be traced."

Lu Changsheng understood.

He guessed that those placing bounties on his head were likely tied to multiple factions.