BPIFC -Volume 1 – Chapter 157 Du Qian

“What do you mean, immortal?”

Che Qianzi clearly didn’t take immortality seriously, even after everything he had seen in the Civil Affairs Bureau. Sitting next to Shao Yiyi while holding the child, he continued:

“We’re about to sit down for a meal, so stop pretending to be gods and immortals. What era is this now? How many spaceships have already gone into space? Aliens are almost a thing, and you’re still talking about gods? Old Tu, immortals aren’t in fashion anymore. Next time you brag, talk about dimensional strikes or something…”

Tu An glanced at him.

“You don’t believe I’m immortal? Not just me—Yang Xiao, Yang Jun, and even Shen La on your side all have immortal bodies…”

“Forget it.”

Che Qianzi curled his lip.

“If you want me to believe someone’s immortal, there’s only one way—shoot them in the forehead. If they don’t die, I’ll believe it.”

Before he even finished speaking—

A gunshot suddenly rang out from outside the vehicle.

The window beside Tu An shattered instantly, and the bullet continued forward, striking him squarely in the forehead.

The sudden turn of events shocked everyone inside the car.

Sun Desheng didn’t dare stop immediately and floored the accelerator, rushing through the street.

At the same moment, Shen La had already opened the door and jumped out in one motion. The white-haired man immediately charged toward the gunman across the street.

Shao Yiyi was startled—but her fear was different from what Che Qianzi expected.

She quickly pulled her daughter into her arms, checking her carefully for injuries from broken glass.

Only after confirming the child was unharmed did she finally relax.

She didn’t even seem concerned about Tu An’s “death,” as if she had long grown used to scenes like this and had become numb to it.

At that moment, something even more shocking happened.

After being shot, Tu An simply wiped the blood from his forehead.

Then, with two fingers, he calmly pulled the bullet out from the wound.

The wound on his forehead then healed at a visible speed.

“Now do you believe it?”

As he spoke, Tu An grabbed Che Qianzi’s left hand and placed the bullet into it.

“If you ever have the chance to become immortal, you’d better think it through carefully…”

Everyone in the car reacted as if this were normal—except for the stunned Che Qianzi.

Even Sun Desheng’s daughter giggled, as if finding the man who had just been shot completely ridiculous.

At that moment, Sun Fatty pulled the car into cover and turned back to look at his wife and child.

His expression had turned extremely serious.

“Looks like dinner is off. I’ll have Old Tu send you home later.”

Shao Yiyi, also someone from the Civil Affairs Bureau, had seen plenty of things.

She nodded.

“If they’re using guns, it’s nothing serious. Be careful yourself—don’t overturn in a ditch.”

Sun Desheng smiled.

“Your husband isn’t Yang Xiao. It’s not that easy for me to—”

Before he could finish—

Shen La dragged a man forward by his hair and threw him onto the ground in front of Sun Desheng.

“This is the shooter. You ask him—who sent you?”

The man was visibly terrified.

So frightened that he lost control of his bowels and bladder. His body trembled uncontrollably, unable to speak a single word.

At that moment, Sun Desheng’s phone rang.

After glancing at the caller ID, he answered:

“Chief Hao? Mm… mm… when did this happen? Same here—we also had a shooter attack our car. Probably targeting me… it’s fine. He hit Old Tu in the forehead.”

“How’s your side?”

“All six shooters have been caught?”

He hung up.

After a moment of thought, he had Shen La throw the terrified man into the vehicle.

Then he changed plans—Shao Yiyi would not go home.

Shen La became the driver, and the business van headed toward the Civil Affairs Bureau.

While the car was moving, Sun Desheng spoke:

“The six shooters who attacked the bureau were taken down by Yin Bai at the entrance. They’re already being interrogated and some have confessed.

They were targeting Ren Rong. This guy here is probably their accomplice. Most likely… they were coming for me.”

At that moment, Tu An suddenly spoke.

“Sun Desheng, you’re wrong. This time… they were targeting your wife.”

Sun Desheng frowned.

“What do you mean?”

Tu An continued calmly:

“After the hospital incident this afternoon, I placed a misfortune link on your wife. Any harm directed at her would be transferred to me. The shooter’s real target… was your wife.”

Originally, Tu An had planned to interrogate the shooter in the car.

But worried about frightening Shao Yiyi and her daughter, he held back and decided to wait until they reached the bureau.

The moment the shooter realized the truth, he broke down completely.

“I’ll talk! I’ll talk!”

He gasped for breath.

“I work under Du Qian! Originally, this afternoon we were supposed to work with a hired expert to assassinate Ren Rong.

But halfway through, the expert suddenly told us to withdraw.

When we got back, Du Qian was furious. She watched the video we recorded—your wife was almost injured, and the expert only withdrew because of that.

Such a perfect opportunity was wasted.

So Du Qian got angry and ordered us to act on our own—one group would assassinate your wife, the other would continue targeting Ren Rong at the Civil Affairs Bureau…”

Sun Desheng narrowed his eyes.

“Du Qian? Related to the Du family trio?”

“Yes… she’s their eldest sister. The Du family is under her control.”

The man glanced fearfully at Shen La before continuing:

“Two years ago, all the men of the Du family were ruined by Director Ren—arrested or killed. Only Du Qian escaped abroad and returned recently.

She’s the one who planned the assassination against Ren Rong.”

Sun Desheng became interested.

“Tell me about the expert she hired. Speak clearly, and I’ll count it as cooperation.”

Since he had already started talking, the man continued:

“That expert is not ordinary. He can control ghosts to kill people. Du Qian spent a huge amount to hire him.

But none of us know his background. At first, some thought he was a fraud and tried to investigate him.

Within minutes… those people all died mysteriously.”

The man paused, then added:

“Oh right—he seems to have some kind of disability. He hates being called crippled.

Once someone insulted a beggar in front of him, saying people become disabled in this life because they lacked virtue in a past life.

That same night… the man who said it disappeared without a trace.

Because of that, Du Qian didn’t even dare speak casually in front of him…”