Driver of The Beautiful CEO - Chapter 48: Who Are You?

His veins were blocked. 

But Jiu Ye reacted fast. The moment Liu Yanbo gripped his right wrist, he shook his left hand, and another hidden blade fell from his sleeve.

‘Shua~!’ At the same time, the old man sitting on the sofa acted once again. With his hands raised, he quickly threw two knives towards Liu Yanbo.

‘Crack!’ Liu Yanbo reacted even faster. With a sudden increase of strength in his grip, he crushed Jiu Ye’s right wrist bone and then threw him to his front, using him as a meat shield.

‘AH!’ The two flying knives deeply pierced Jiu Ye’s thigh and his shoulder blade.

Liu Yanbo threw so powerfully that even after Jiu Ye was stabbed by the two knives, he still didn’t lose momentum in the air and slammed into the wall, hitting the ground straight after. There seemed to be a faint sound of bones breaking.

‘Cough!’ Jiu Ye coughed up blood, leaned against the wall, and struggled to stand back up. The expression on his face became distorted from the pain. His eyes were fixed on Liu Yanbo, shining with hatred, fear, and unwillingness to accept this situation.

When had he ever suffered such a big defeat?

Jiu Ye had experienced many battles in his life, and he had faced many masters. But before tonight, he had never failed.

It was the foundation of his glory and confidence.

But he never expected to be so helpless in front of a young man hiding behind a mask.

At this moment, not only was Jiu Ye horrified but the masters who had died in his hands were even more resentful. Since when had he become so weak?

Jiu Ye wasn’t actually very weak. In Liu Yanbo's perspective, the power of his blade was much stronger than the previous seven attacks combined, but it was just too slow.

In the world of martial arts, speed was essential. Those you couldn’t keep up with their enemy’s speed were most likely not to survive.

But how could he have achieved a faster speed?

"This sword, it shouldn’t be used like that." Liu Yanbo picked up the blade that Jiu Ye dropped on the ground.

The blade was about a foot long and more than an inch wide. It shined with a cold light. Liu Yanbo flicked his fingers on the blade and it vibrated with a buzz as clear as a dragon’s roar.

"This is a good sword." Liu Yanbo was amazed.

Having said that, Liu Yanbo held the sword behind him, quite like a swordsman master.

It was as if he became one with the sword. Even the aura on his body slightly changed, no longer cold as before. He looked straight at the old man sitting on the sofa and decisively said, "It's your turn."

The old man on the sofa slowly got up and also looked at Liu Yanbo. Ever since the beginning, it was the first time he had looked at the so-called taxi driver.

"Young man, there are no grudges between you and me. There’s no need to fight to the death, right?" The old man's voice was so hoarse it was as unpleasant to hear as a broken gong. "It's better for both you and me to stop here and go our own ways."

The old man felt a life-threatening breath on Liu Yanbo, he didn't want to fight him.

He was a killer, but he was also an old man who was more than sixty years old. He had already experienced countless battles and knew how to choose which was worthy of getting involved in.

What was more important than surviving? Revenge for your companions? What a joke.

Killers were the most ruthless people in the world. They didn’t even have friends, so how could they care for their companions?

‘Haha…’ Liu Yanbo seemed to have heard a big joke, and sneered, "From the moment you set foot into China with bad intentions, you became a man who must die."

There may have been many grievances, deficiencies, and unsightly crimes in the country. And the Chinese people may have been very selfish, deceptive, and accustomed to fighting against each other. 

But in the great mountains and rivers of our magnificent China, how could we allow foreign thieves to come and go as they please?

But in the great mountains and rivers of our magnificent China, how can we allow outsiders to come and go freely? 

No way! 

The people of this land had never succumbed to invaders for thousands of years. It never happened in the past, and it won’t happen in the present, nor in the future.

The duty to protect their family and homeland was an inheritance engraved in the bones of every Chinese. 

Liu Yanbo was currently just a taxi driver, an ordinary man struggling to live at the bottom of society.

He had lost his family and been betrayed by his lover…there were too many unpleasant things in his life.

But so what? 

He didn’t have a family, but he had a country. As long as the country was fine, his home was fine too. 

It was a responsibility every Chinese should have.

"If I let you live, I'd be humiliating my great country's prestige." Every word from Liu Yanbo was like a heavy hammer.

Jiu Ye lowered his head, a bit ashamed.

He was the underworld king, he had done all kinds of bad things, but he was also Chinese.

He could have wronged anyone in the world, but he shouldn't have wronged the homeland nurtured by his ancestors for generations.

Collaborating with a foreign criminal was treason.

At this moment, on the brink of death, the old gangster suddenly recalled his youth, feeling shame, and regret.

This wasn’t surprising, no matter how bad the bad guys were, they were still humans, different from beasts-

"I used to be Chinese." The old man indifferently said. He had long lost his humanity.

"Then you deserve to die!" Liu Yanbo took off his mask and said in a cold voice, "Remember my face, and especially my name. My name is Liu Yanbo and I’m Chinese."

This was determination. Determination to kill.

The old man knew what he meant, but there were also many things he didn’t understand. He frowned and said, "Do you think it’s worth it? Even if you do manage to kill me, you’ll have to endure Undercurrent’s revenge. By then, your relatives and friends will not escape death.”

"It seems that your status isn’t low in Undercurrent!" Liu Yanbo laughed, “Are you seriously threatening me? When I killed the old guard, and then everyone else, you didn’t even do anything. And now you dare say this? Then I’ll see what kind of revenge I’ll have to endure after I kill you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Yanbo flew up with his new blade in hand and stabbed straight out.

The sword didn’t move in any fancy way, it was just fast. So fast that there wasn’t even time for the cold moonlight to reflect on it.

‘Stab!’ Before the old man could say anything else, the sword had pierced through his heart.

It was a quick and cruel sword.

The old man’s pupils widened as he looked at Liu Yanbo in horror. He wasn’t afraid of death, but of the person standing in front of him.

Who even is he?! And why does he know about Undercurrent’s existence?

With the sword still pierced in his chest, the old man breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't regret his worthless life. He was ready to die. But first, he had to know: "Who... are...you..."

"Chinese." Liu Yanbo suddenly pulled out the sword and shook off the droplets of blood on it.

‘Thump~’ The old man fell to the ground and died with an unfulfilled mind.

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