Returning to the Mysterious Era

Chapter 105 - Time to Feast

Crash! Crash!

The left side of the car shook violently as another black car came from behind and slammed into the rear end. Matthew quickly straightened the steering wheel, trying to control his car.

Vroom!

The black car on the left accelerated again and careened toward them. Matthew jerked the steering wheel sharply, the car door scraping by with a screech. The black car's window rolled down, and an arm holding a gun extended out. It was aimed right at Matthew.

Cassius narrowed his eyes and was about to shield Matthew on the left when a gunshot echoed inside the car. Violet had pulled out a large-caliber handgun from who knew where and fired off a shot.

The glass of the car on the left shattered with a clink as blood spattered across the broken window. Violet had killed them.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Gunshots rang out from both sides.

Grabbing the back of their heads with his large hands, Cassius forced the two in the front seats to duck down. Bullets flew wildly, destroying the car windows, before finally hitting his strong arm with a dull thud. Blood splattered from his upper arm and forearm.

"Damn it! Skin's torn again!" Cassius cursed under his breath, then shook both hands. His muscular body, like twisted steel rods, forced the bullets embedded in his arm to pop out and fall to the carpet with a plop.

He quickly scanned the surroundings. Aside from the two black cars sandwiching them, there were also two more charging in from behind. The four cars formed an encirclement, forcing Matthew’s luxury car forward.

Crash! Crash!

Two more crashes followed. The cars behind rammed frantically into their luxury car. Inside, the vehicle shook violently, and the three of them were jostled around as if they were speeding over a gravel road, their heads knocking against the hard surfaces.

"Stop the car!" Cassius shouted.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

More bullets broke through the rear glass, hitting Cassius in the back. It wasn’t very painful—it felt like being pricked by needles—but it wasn’t comfortable either.

"I would if I could!" Matthew had to use all his strength to keep the car steady, the steering wheel spinning like a ship's helm. The car's entire outer shell was deformed from the collisions. The silver framework decorations around the car were strewn all over.

If it weren’t for the fact that the Heitzenauer series was a high-end model, and Matthew’s car had been specially reinforced, it would have fallen apart from the continuous crashes.

Thud!

Cassius's head slammed into the roof again. The whole car veered and spun, making a big circle before managing to straighten out on the road. The car was heavily damaged and it could no longer drive fast. The four cars slowed down and had them tightly surrounded.

Thud!

Cassius's head hit the roof once more. Given his tall stature, his head inevitably bumped into the roof whenever the car jolted.

"Damn it, I've had enough!" Cassius slapped the metal door on the right side and shouted, "Matthew, open the door!"

Swish, swish, swish.

Bullets whizzed by.

Matthew ducked and shouted, "What are you going to do?"

"Don't worry about me! Just open the door!"

"I can't! The door's all warped from the collisions!" Matthew frantically smashed his finger on the driver’s side button, but the lock for the back door wouldn’t budge.

"Shit!" Cassius's temper flared. He refused to be trapped in this tin can, getting picked off by the surrounding gunfire.

He took a deep breath, his muscular lines bulging. "Accelerated blood flow!" Cassius's eyes turned blood red as he kicked the back door hard.

Bang!

A huge footprint protruded out from the door.

"What the hell?"

In the black car on the right, two assassins in black clothes stared at the luxury car’s rear. There was another loud bang! With a kick, the car door flew off.

Bang!

It first hit the body of the car on the right—

Clang!

—Then soared backward, like a giant flying dart, and lodged itself into the hood of the car behind. At the same time, Cassius grabbed the edges of the front and rear seats, planting his strong legs on the carpet, and took a sprinter’s starting position.

Boom!

A hulking shadow flew through the air like a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. The luxury car shook violently.

Matthew, who had been thrown around, regained control of the spinning steering wheel and looked at the now-empty back seat. "Where is he?!"

"He should be... There!" Violet's narrow eyes were filled with shock.

A tall figure had materialized on the roof of the black car to their right. Despite the car swaying wildly, his thick tree trunk-like legs remained rooted to its surface, steady as a rock.

"What the hell is going on?!"

"Why is there a person standing on car number two?!"

The passengers in the other three black cars gaped at the scene in front of them and the black clad assassins inside raised their guns, firing rapidly. Dozens of bullets hit Cassius, turning the only black suit he had into tattered rags. The bullets broke through his skin but couldn't get past his tough, steel-like muscles and remained embedded there.

Thud! Thud! Thud!

His heart, in the accelerated blood flow state, pumped blood quickly, spreading strength throughout his body. The contours of Cassius's muscles turned slightly black, and a torrent of power surged out. His right hand became a black blur.

"Azure Wind Flow! Severing Flow!!!"

His hand, wrapped in white gas, slashed at the black car's roof like a high-speed cutting saw, producing a shower of sparks. He ripped off a large piece of the roof.

The assassin in the passenger seat looked up sharply and met a pair of blood-red, vicious eyes.

"Time to feast!"

Cassius's arm struck down like a black python, grabbing, and lifting the poor, unfortunate soul in the passenger seat up by the head.

Bang! Bang! Bang...

His companion's continuous gunfire accidentally hit him, riddling him with bullets. Blood spurted out like blooming red flowers.

"Such fragile bodies..." Cassius gazed at the corpse in his hand. By this point, he was nothing but bullet holes and gushing blood. He tossed it backward.

Crash!

The corpse crashed through the windshield of one of the cars, coincidentally knocking out the driver. The car swerved wildly and plunged off the road and into the river.

"Ah!"

"No!"

Cassius lifted the two assassins in the back seat and swung them out like sledgehammers. Their bodies sailed through the air and hit the ground with a splat, blood oozing out. The last assassin in the driver's seat tried to jump out to escape, but a black shadow slammed down like a hammer. With a loud thud, he cracked the assassin’s skull.

Rat-a-tat-tat...

A string of sounds distinctly different from ordinary gunfire rang out. It turned out the car behind them had brought out a light machine gun that had been well-concealed from under the seat and started recklessly firing.

They had completely forgotten about their mission to assassinate Matthew. Their only thought now was to kill that monster. Bullets from the light machine gun whizzed through the air at high speed.

Sensing danger, Cassius dodged to the side, but two bullets still hit him. Blood poured out from the wounds.

He wasn't trained in hardening Qigong; his tough skin and muscles were a result of his second-level accelerated blood flow. Cassius still had to avoid getting hit by machine gun bullets. While not fatal, they would affect his combat ability.

Tat-tat-tat-tat...

A man in black wearing sunglasses stood atop the car behind them and was firing the light machine gun at them.

"Accelerated Blood Flow: Second Stage!"

The blood vessels in Cassius's eyes spread like tree branches. He felt a powerful force circulate throughout his muscles. He stomped heavily on the car's roof and shot forward like a cannonball, his legs clamped together like a pillar as he aimed right for the car.

Crash!

His powerful feet slammed into the gunman's chest and broke his ribs. The man's chest caved in as he choked up blood.

Cassius, at the peak of his second-level accelerated blood flow state, was flexible and squeezed through the car window.

Thud! Bang!

"Noooo!"

"AAAAHHHHHHH..."

The car shook violently, with muffled sounds of struggle coming from inside. The car door opened, and a panicked assassin tried to jump out, but a large hand yanked him back in.

Smash!

A bloodied head crashed through the side window, dangling lifelessly by the neck.

The driverless car began to slow down as the rear car door was kicked open. A figure bounded out like a cheetah and raced down the road, quickly catching up to the moving cars ahead. The bright sunlight shone down on a human figure chasing two speeding vehicles.

It was a bizarre and surreal scene to behold.

"..." Violet glanced at the only remaining car on the left, then stared at Cassius sprinting toward them. She opened her mouth as if to say something but no words came.

In the driver's seat, Matthew swallowed hard, wiping blood from his forehead. "What kind of ultra powerful friend did I just make?"

As they watched, the assassins' furious shouts and gunfire continued. Like he was some kind of tank, Cassius slammed hard into the car, causing it to slide sideways with a loud bang.

The car door was distorted. Black tire marks were burned into the road.

"Ahhh!"

"Turn the wheel! Turn the wheel!"

"Step on the gas! Don't let that monster catch up!"

Bang!

Another slam. The car grew increasingly misshapen. It spun like a top, throwing the assassins inside into chaos. They had toyed with Cassius's car earlier, but it was now their turn to be terrified.

Cassius stomped the ground, his muscles expanding and contracting as he charged again. He crashed through the car door, his solid arm forcing its way inside like a wall. The unlucky assassins in the back seat groaned as they had their bones cracked. Pushed out the left door, they tumbled out and rolled dozens of meters before stopping. They were dead.

These assassins were not Covert Martial Arts Practitioners which meant their physical prowess was only slightly above normal and they had to rely mainly on firearms. Ordinary people would be severely injured after falling from a moving car, let alone these two who were already badly hurt.

Screech!

The heavily damaged Heitz Nauya car came to a stop.

Matthew and Violet quickly got out and ran to the black car about fifty meters away. A muffled sound came from inside, and blood splashed across the front windshield. Warm blood slowly dripped down.

Click.

The driver's door opened. A tall figure stepped out and stood on the black road.

In the bright midday sun, his muscles glistened faintly like cast iron. Cassius, still in his accelerated blood flow state, stood over six feet tall, with bulging veins like twisted steel bars. His large frame blocked the sunlight, casting a wide shadow. He gave off an inexplicable sense of awe and grandeur.

Several thumb-sized bullet holes on his body oozed a mixture of blood and sweat.

"Li Wei, are you okay?" Matthew's voice was shaky. His smooth talking persona had given way to a stuttering one. His heart pounded wildly.

This isn't something that can be explained by the federation's five-stage system!

Violet bit her full, wet lower lip.

"It's just a scratch."

Cassius took a deep breath, his muscles shuddering. Bullets clattered to the ground, the sound ringing crisply on the hard surface.

He brushed a hand over his chest, and the holes left by the machine gun began to close. They weren't healing; Cassius was using his accelerated blood flow to force his muscles to stop the bleeding.

This kind of power is only seen in those who have truly mastered the essence of the Covert Martial Arts! Violet's gaze lingered on Cassius's strong physique. As a member of Beiliu County's Ace of Spades, she was aware there were things beyond normal understanding. She knew the Covert Martial Arts existed, and there were experts in their organization. But she had never seen someone as monstrous as Cassius, who could withstand even light machine gun bullets!

In the Ace of Spades, experts who specialized in close combat could handle four or five gunmen by themselves. But Cassius had slaughtered a dozen gunmen and was even ramming into cars like a rhino!

Cassius deactivated his accelerated blood flow state and exhaled. "What do we do with all these bodies and car wreckage?"

"Leave them. Connan Company and the Ace of Spades will take care of it. We have people in the city police department." Matthew wiped the blood from his forehead.

"Are you hurt?" Cassius squinted at him.

"Just a scratch. A piece of glass cut my forehead. I'll get it bandaged at the hospital. But you, with all those bullet holes, should get checked out too."

Despite Cassius's formidable defense, Matthew thought it was best for him to get a thorough check-up.

The three of them crawled back into the rather wrecked car and headed to a private hospital on the outskirts of the city: Qingteng Private Hospital, the third-best hospital in the city. Connan Company held a fifty-one percent stake there.

"Ouch! That really hurts."

Matthew's face twisted in pain as he walked out with white bandages on his forehead. The alcohol disinfection had been quite painful.

"Done?"

Seated on a metal seat outside, Cassius casually flipped through a newspaper with his legs crossed. He looked up at Matthew.

Matthew plopped down between Cassius and Violet. "How come you look fine? Where are your bandages?"

"The doctor said it was just a superficial wound. All he did was disinfect it with alcohol and put on a few band-aids." Cassius shrugged and went back to reading his newspaper.

"You truly are a monster. You were shot dozens of times, and all you got was a superficial wound that you only need to cover with band-aids! Unbelievable." Matthew rubbed his forehead.

Violet, who was beside him, also shook her head helplessly, seemingly in agreement.