r18novel Chapter 123 First slay Chen Mei
Chapter 123 First slay Chen Mei
Chapter 123 First slay Chen Mei
The next afternoon, Bangkok was hot and humid.
On the banks of the Chao Phraya River, Chen Mei's villa is nestled among lush tropical plants, with high walls and tightly closed iron gates separating the inside from the outside. Two bodyguards in black suits stand listlessly at the entrance, occasionally wiping the sweat from their brows.
In the private garden behind the villa, Chen Mei was lying on a rattan lounge chair, with a pot of chilled lemon tea and several exquisite Thai snacks on a small round table in front of him. He was dressed in a loose silk Tang suit and was fanning himself with a palm leaf fan. He seemed relaxed, but his furrowed brows and the occasional glances he made at the outside of the wall betrayed his inner anxiety.
"Ajarn, any new news from Hong Kong?" Chen Mei sipped his tea and asked a Muay Thai fighter standing beside him, a dark-skinned man with bulging temples and sharp eyes. This was his head bodyguard, named Ajarn.
Ajarn bowed slightly and replied in Cantonese with a Thai accent, "Uncle Mei, things are calm in Hong Kong for the time being."
Big D sent men to patrol Kwun Tong and Temple Street, keeping the guys there calm. The Zhengxing gang is still loitering around the perimeter, but hasn't made any further moves. As for the Mexican guy—there's absolutely no news about him now.
"They've appeared?" Chen Mei frowned even more. "What tricks are these bastards up to? Are they waiting for an opportunity, or—are they deliberately trying to scare me?"
He had a bad feeling. Mexicans were notoriously vengeful, but this time it was all bark and no bite; aside from an initial appearance at the airport, there seemed to be no further activity. Was he just scaring himself?
But that feeling of being constantly on edge never really left me.
"Tell the brothers outside to be on high alert, especially at night," Chen Mei instructed. "Inform our contacts at the Thai police station to keep a close eye on South Americans who have recently entered the country; also, double-check the security at the villa—the infrared alarms and surveillance cameras must be in good working order."
"Yes, Uncle Mei." Ajarn nodded and turned to make the arrangements.
Chen Mei sighed, closed his eyes, and tried to dispel the gloom in his heart. If he could just get through this period, and once "Guanghetai" in Hong Kong had established itself, its gambling ships were up and running, and it had ample financial resources, he wouldn't have to fear these cowardly Mexicans anymore. Then, it would be his turn to settle accounts with them!
He comforted himself with this thought, and his tense nerves relaxed a little. The afternoon sun shone through the gaps in the leaves, warm and comforting, and combined with the mental stress of the past few days, a wave of drowsiness gradually washed over him.
Just as Chen Mei was drifting off to sleep, a very faint "click" sound came from the side of the garden, near the kitchen storage room, outside the wall. It sounded like a tree branch had been accidentally broken.
The sound was very soft, almost drowned out by the rustling of leaves in the wind.
But Ajarn, who had practiced martial arts for many years and had keen senses, along with three other Muay Thai fighters scattered throughout the garden, almost simultaneously twitched their ears and sharply scanned the direction from which the sound came.
Chen Mei, who was lying on the recliner, was also suddenly awakened and subconsciously sat up straight: "What was that sound?"
Ajarn had already darted silently to the wall like a cheetah, listening intently. Outside was a secluded path, occasionally punctuated by passing vehicles; otherwise, all was quiet.
"It might be a stray cat, or a broken branch," Ajarn said, turning around, but his vigilance remained unwavering. He whispered a few words in Thai into his earpiece, ordering the bodyguards patrolling the perimeter to investigate.
Outside the wall, in the shadow of the bushes across the path.
Chen Luojun and the other three members of the Mad Dog Gang clung to the wall like geckos, holding their breath. The soft thud they'd just heard was from one of their brothers accidentally stepping on a dry twig.
Chen Luojun's eyes were icy as he whispered into his earpiece, "Ayong, the outer bodyguards are here, two of them, and they've turned the corner on the small road to the east."
"Roger that, hand it over to me." Wu Zhaoyong's calm voice came through the earpiece: "You have thirty seconds. The surveillance footage has been temporarily replaced by a looping feed by our people, but time is running out."
"That's enough." Chen Luojun took a deep breath and gestured to his three brothers beside him.
The four of them moved almost simultaneously, as nimbly as monkeys. Using the unevenness of the wall and the drainage pipes, they quickly vaulted over the more than three-meter-high wall and landed in the garden, right behind a few lush phoenix trees.
The entire process took no more than five seconds and was completely silent.
In the garden, Ajarn had just dismissed a servant who had come to inquire. His gaze swept over the wall again, but he found nothing amiss. Perhaps he was just being paranoid? He relaxed his guard slightly and turned back to Chen Mei's side.
Just as he turned around, four dark figures suddenly sprang up from behind the phoenix tree!
With their objectives clear, the three pounced on the other three Muay Thai fighters scattered throughout the garden, while Chen Luojun, like an arrow released from a bow, shot straight at Chen Mei, who was reclining on a deck chair!
"Enemy attack!" Ajarn reacted with lightning speed, shouting the moment the shadow appeared. At the same time, his body shot backward like a cannonball, not to escape, but to block Chen Mei. A fierce Thai knee kick, accompanied by a sharp whooshing sound, slammed into the charging Chen Luojun!
If that knee strike landed squarely, it would be enough to shatter all the ribs of an ordinary person.
Chen Luojun's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Without flinching or dodging, his forward momentum remained undiminished. Just as Ajarn's knee was about to reach him, his body twisted slightly at an incredible angle, and his right hand, fingers together like a knife, slashed at the side of Ajarn's knee with lightning speed!
It's not a head-on collision, but a precise strike to the nerve endings on the side of the joint.
Ajarn felt a numbness in his right leg, and most of the fierce power instantly dissipated. He was horrified! What kind of technique was this?
But he was, after all, a Muay Thai expert with rich combat experience. With his right leg injured, his left leg swept out like a whirlwind, aiming straight for Chen Luojun's waist and ribs! At the same time, his fists were like hammers, striking Chen Luojun's face and chest in succession.
Muay Thai is known as the art of eight limbs, with fists, legs, knees, and elbows all being deadly weapons! Ajarn's series of counterattacks were as swift as a storm, blocking all of Chen Luojun's angles of advance and forcing him to retreat.
Chen Luojun, however, seemed to have anticipated this. His footwork shifted unpredictably, slipping through the gaps in Ajarn's frenzied attacks like an eel! He didn't use punches or kicks; his hands, fingers spread wide, moved like a zither player or a butterfly flitting among flowers, weaving through the shadows of Ajarn's fists and kicks. Each touch landed precisely on Ajarn's wrist.
The elbow, shoulder blade, and other joints and points of force exertion.
This is not a brute-force fighting style, but an extremely sophisticated technique of grappling and dislocating joints to deflect the opponent's force!
Ajarn grew increasingly alarmed as the fight progressed! He felt as if his powerful and domineering Muay Thai skills were hitting cotton, or being entangled by countless fine threads, his power being dissipated layer by layer, and his moves being restrained at every turn! His opponent's speed was astonishing, and his understanding of the points of force application and human joints was terrifying.
"You're not an ordinary assassin, you practice Chinese Kung Fu." Ajarn gritted his teeth and growled, his attacks becoming increasingly ferocious, attempting to overcome skill with brute force.
"You got it right, so I'll reward you by letting you go down and sell salted duck eggs earlier!" Chen Luojun sneered. When Ajarn threw a heavy punch, he didn't try to deflect the force. Instead, he clenched his five fingers like iron clamps, locking Ajarn's wrist and twisting it with a pull.
Click!
A sickening cracking sound rang out.
Ajarn groaned as a sharp pain shot through his wrist, but he was ruthless enough to ignore the injury. Using Chen Luojun's pulling force, he launched himself into the air and slashed his left elbow like a battle axe at Chen Luojun's skull. This was a desperate move to take Chen Luojun down with him.
But how could Chen Luojun, who had all the advantages, let him have his way?
A cold glint flashed in Chen Luojun's eyes. In the instant that Ajarn's body was airborne, his old strength exhausted and his new strength not yet generated, he advanced instead of retreating!
He seemed to shrink into a ball, and his steps slid forward like a ghost, actually slipping under Ajarn's raised left elbow and crashing directly into Ajarn's wide-open arms!
The two bodies were almost touching.
Ajarn was terrified and tried to pull his elbow back to defend, but he had nowhere to use his strength in the air and his wrist was in excruciating pain, so he was a fraction too slow.
The outcome was decided by that single line!
Chen Luojun's right hand, fingers pointing like a sword, moved so fast it left a trail of afterimages in the air, and he precisely struck the "Tian Tu" acupoint below Ajarn's throat!
This time, there was no sound of bones cracking, nor any flying blood and flesh.
But Ajarn's entire body suddenly stiffened, as if all his strength had been instantly drained away. His left elbow, which had been striking down, hung limply, his eyes filled with disbelief, terror, and bewilderment. He opened his mouth to say something, but could only let out a "hoarse" sound, and his face quickly turned from red to purple.
Without stopping, Chen Luojun used the momentum of his forward charge to push Ajarn's stiff body away with his shoulder. Without even looking at the Muay Thai expert's limp body, he pushed off with his feet and pounced on his target again, Chen Mei, who had already scrambled away several meters away!
The entire process, from the initial exchange to the killing of Ajarn, took only three or four seconds! It was so fast that the other three Muay Thai fighters who were entangled with the Mad Dog group nearby didn't even have time to come to the rescue!
Chen Mei's pants were soaked, and she scrambled towards the main building of the villa, screaming incoherently, "Help! Shoot! Shoot them dead!"
Outside the garden, the four armed bodyguards who remained heard the commotion and were about to rush over when they drew their guns. But Wu Zhaoyong, along with two of his brothers, had already flanked them from the side. With a soft "thud," the silenced pistols fired, and the two bodyguards at the front fell to the ground.
The other two bodyguards were terrified and frantically sought cover, firing wildly in the direction of Wu Zhaoyong and his men, shattering the tranquility of the villa area.
In the garden, the three Muay Thai fighters saw Ajarn die instantly and knew that a top expert had arrived. Two of them roared and tried to get rid of their opponents and intercept Chen Luojun.
But the three members of the Mad Dog Gang who were fighting them were no pushovers either. Each of them was an elite who had experienced bloody battles. Seeing this, they clung to them tightly, their daggers aimed at vital points with every strike.
Chen Luojun ignored the fighting behind him and the gunshots in the distance, his eyes only fixed on the disheveled figure fleeing away.
He caught up with Chen Mei, whose legs were weak and who was terrified, in a few steps. He grabbed Chen Mei by the back of his collar, lifted him up like a chicken, and slammed him to the ground.