A Chan – CH 120

Chapter 120: Meeting Again in Every Lifetime (2)

However, Cheng Chuan was now a desperate criminal, possessing a ruthless streak. He reached into the trunk and grabbed a steel rod, striking Xu Yi repeatedly. Xu Yi dodged a few times, taking a blow to the back, but then plunged a second knife into Cheng Chuan’s right chest. Cheng Chuan was now completely immobilized, lying on the ground, panting heavily, blood flowing continuously.

Cheng Chuan roared ferociously, “Xu Yi, you’re insane… If you kill me, that information will be reported to the police, and you’ll go to jail! Did you think I was just bluffing?”

Xu Yi picked up the iron rod that had fallen to the ground and struck Cheng Chuan on the head with a “crack,” knocking him unconscious. Xu Yi tossed the iron rod into the trunk and said calmly, “Idiot.”

Seeing that Cheng Chuan was barely breathing, Xu Yi couldn’t let him die now. He tossed him into the back seat like a dead dog, then took the car keys and phone from him and got into the driver’s seat himself.

Next, Xu Yi called his assistant: “I’m planning to see a psychologist. Can you drive the car back for me? Don’t tell anyone about today’s itinerary.”

Concerned about his boss’s privacy, the assistant immediately agreed.

Xu Yi unlocked Cheng Chuan’s phone with his fingerprint again. After scrolling through it for a short while, he found his former cellmate on WeChat. Their chat history was clearly visible, including Cheng Chuan’s cellmate’s address. He had also recently been released and lived alone.

Xu Yi sneered, carefully wiping the fingerprints off the phone and placing it back on Cheng Chuan.

Then he went to the trunk, took out the documents inside, looked at them, and burned them all.

Cheng Chuan’s cellmate lived on the other side of the river. So, the person who killed Cheng Chuan today was that cellmate. The two had argued over money, fought, and stabbed each other to death.

The night was already deep.

A light rain began to fall. Xu Yi took off his suit jacket, put on a mask and Cheng Chuan’s hat, dressed all in black, and drove his black Jeep, queuing on the highway outside the river tunnel.

His phone rang. It was the villa’s butler.

A strange premonition arose in Xu Yi’s mind. He gripped the steering wheel with one hand and answered the phone.

“Mr. Xu, I just checked the security footage and found that someone broke into the villa this afternoon and took Miss away.”

Last night, Xu Yi brought the unconscious Li Weiyi back to the villa. Only his trusted butler saw it and helped him settle her in. Xu Yi mentioned that she was his girlfriend, who was seriously ill and didn’t like seeing people, so he did everything himself. The butler obediently remained silent.

Xu Yi gripped his phone, looked up at the rain outside the car, and sneered, “She’s seriously ill, her mind isn’t clear, and you all couldn’t keep an eye on her. I’m furious. Delete all the security footage from today, dismantle the hard drive, smash it, and throw it into the river. Out of sight, out of mind.”

“Yes.”

“The master bedroom is dirty. Have someone thoroughly clean it immediately. Scrub every place three times, including the secret room where I store crucial documents. I’ll send you a temporary password in a bit.”

“Yes.”

Xu Yi threw down his phone, his chest heaving, staring at the people and cars flowing outside. He slammed his right hand on the steering wheel.

A sudden chill ran down Xu Yi’s right back as something pierced his body, sending a sharp, tearing pain through him. Xu Yi nearly lost his grip on the steering wheel, his back slumping as he abruptly turned around.

Cheng Chuan, who had woken up sometime earlier, was deathly pale, his hands covered in blood. One hand gripped the seat back, while the other released the dagger embedded in Xu Yi’s back. He let out a grotesque laugh: “Beast! We’ll die together! Let’s see who dies faster! Hahaha—”

It turned out he, too, had a dagger hidden on him, but he hadn’t had a chance to pull it out before Xu Yi subdued him.

If Xu Yi hadn’t been distracted by the phone call, he wouldn’t have been completely oblivious. He slumped over the steering wheel, panting heavily. Cheng Chuan was already on the verge of death, but clinging to the desperate thought of dragging Xu Yi down with him, he forced himself to sit up in the back seat and lunged at Xu Yi.

Xu Yi cursed. The car was still speeding along. He used one hand to protect the steering wheel while the other grappled with Cheng Chuan. This was a main road along the river, and even at 10 p.m., traffic was heavy. The black Jeep swerved and lurched left and right, erratically veering, immediately drawing a cacophony of honking from surrounding cars. Several times, it nearly collided, with Xu Yi narrowly avoiding a collision.

The yellow light ahead flashed, then turned green. All the cars gradually slowed down, scrambling to avoid the crazed Jeep.

Cheng Chuan had climbed most of his body into the front seat, gripping Xu Yi’s shoulders, letting out a sinister laugh. Xu Yi couldn’t hit the brakes; a large group of people was crossing the road ahead, and he could only watch helplessly as the car was about to crash into them…

In a flash, Xu Yi’s vision blurred again. Scenes flashed by rapidly, like fleeting shadows. He saw Cheng Chuan unleash his final burst of ferocity, shoving him into the driver’s seat; he saw the Jeep crash into several people before colliding with a black BMW; he saw a man and a woman dart past in the other car; he saw the Jeep, after colliding with the other vehicle, crash into a reinforced concrete pillar at the tunnel entrance, slide several meters, and overturn; he saw Cheng Chuan’s head, almost crushed, thrown several meters away; he saw himself, bloodied and slumped in the seat, eyes open, lifeless…

Xu Yi shuddered, a chill running down his spine. He decisively drew his pistol from his waist and fired three shots into Cheng Chuan’s head. Cheng Chuan lay slumped in the passenger seat, eyes open, surrounded by screams from the crowd. Xu Yi looked up; his vision was blindingly bright. This time, he didn’t see the black BMW, only a black sedan suddenly accelerating, and deliberately crashing into him.

Two cars, colliding in every lifetime. Finally, in this life, they saw each other clearly.

A strong impact and a spinning sensation followed. After colliding with the sedan, the Jeep went out of control, spun several meters, crashed into a reinforced concrete pillar, and overturned heavily.

Xu Yi coughed up blood, glanced back with difficulty at the direction the sedan had overturned, and closed his eyes.