RMM -Chapter 167 Life Hanging by a Thread

The car hadn’t even left the city limits before Bai Xiong remained silent, as if asleep, his breathing slow and measured.

Xi Yuechen stayed completely still, trying not to make a sound, and glanced at the two men in the front. One drove quietly, while the other sat like a statue, unmoving from the moment he got in. It seemed they were used to this routine.

When someone of Bai Xiong’s stature traveled, it wasn’t just a single car. At his level, many envied him, and plenty acted covertly. So for safety—or for the boss’s appearance—he was always surrounded by vehicles.

Just like now, a car slowly drove ahead of Bai Xiong’s sedan, while two more followed behind. All were black luxury cars, conspicuously ostentatious, as if daring anyone not to notice that this was a gang boss.

Xi Yuechen didn’t care how many people were protecting Bai Xiong. He wasn’t going to make a move anyway, so he remained indifferent, detached.

Bai Xiong’s sudden invitation to go to his villa didn’t shock him. Although it was sudden, Xi Yuechen had initially only intended to show his face to Bai Xiong so he wouldn’t be forgotten, to remind him there was someone like him around.

Well, this turned out to be a pleasant surprise, a little bonus Xi Yuechen was quite satisfied with.

The car exited the highway, turned, and headed toward the villa. Being in the southernmost part of Province D, even in winter, there were still green trees and flowers, unlike the north, where everything was bare and bleak.

The scenery here had a unique charm even in winter. Bai Xiong had chosen this location carefully—truly exceptional.

Xi Yuechen looked out the window, feeling a rare sense of calm, when suddenly a sharp gleam appeared in his eyes—something was wrong!

The road led into the mountain outskirts, where people rarely passed and traffic was sparse. But now, cars suddenly started appearing everywhere.

Xi Yuechen knew immediately—these vehicles weren’t ordinary. Even without testing, he could tell from the jet-black windows that they were bulletproof. The wheels and every part of these vehicles had been precisely modified.

A single car like this might be normal, but multiple ones? They appeared casually, yet Xi Yuechen could see through it: these cars were surrounding Bai Xiong’s convoy.

It didn’t take long for him to piece together the situation. Such a large formation was clearly aimed at Bai Xiong. His enemies must have learned his whereabouts and were attempting an ambush.

Xi Yuechen realized that someone in the Yan Sect must have betrayed Bai Xiong. A thought flashed through his mind, and his face immediately darkened.

If this matter came to light, Bai Xiong would certainly investigate thoroughly. Every move he made had been exposed to the enemy—how could anyone remain calm in such a situation?

And if it came to an investigation, Xi Yuechen would undoubtedly be the first suspect. He was an outsider who had appeared suddenly at the gathering and coincidentally knew Bai Xiong’s whereabouts. Compared to Bai Xiong’s own men, Xi Yuechen was far more suspicious.

Without proof, Xi Yuechen could be ruined; even if he jumped into the Yellow River, he wouldn’t be able to clear his name. His future dealings with the Yan Sect would be gone, and he might even be “taken care of.”

As the likely prime suspect, he wouldn’t have a say in the investigation—it would be entirely in their hands.

Within moments, Xi Yuechen analyzed the relationships and stakes. His eyes darkened as he watched the cars outside, silent but thoughtful.

Every situation has two sides. At first glance, this looked unfavorable—but from another angle, it was an opportunity.

Xi Yuechen quickly formulated a strategy. He realized that Bai Xiong’s enemies arriving now could actually work to his advantage. Handled well, he might gain Bai Xiong’s trust without enduring future tests.

A hint of mockery appeared on his face as he watched the cars silently, not alerting Bai Xiong, a mysterious gleam in his eyes.

Bai Xiong’s men were no fools. While not as perceptive as Xi Yuechen, they quickly understood the situation. After all, only the most elite guards in the Yan Sect could accompany Bai Xiong closely.

“Big brother, something’s wrong!”

Almost at the same moment, the statuesque man in the front shouted, and the outside cars opened fire.

Gun barrels emerged, and bullets rained down on Bai Xiong’s convoy. They struck the vehicles with deafening ping-pong sounds, even sparking occasionally, terrifying to witness.

Fortunately, Bai Xiong’s car was no ordinary vehicle. The bullets only left dense marks on the surface; they didn’t penetrate.

Inside the car, Bai Xiong’s eyes snapped open as the front passenger shouted. He sat upright, quickly assessing the outside situation with sharp, calm eyes.

Even so, the sudden, fierce attack caught them off guard.

Bai Xiong’s movements had always been secret. Only a few inside the Yan Sect knew his schedule. Lately, things had gone smoothly, so a bit of complacency had set in.

Now, faced with this surprise attack, their reactions weren’t fast enough. Luckily, the guards were well-trained, the car modified, and weapons prepared inside—otherwise, they would have been helpless.

“Damn it! Don’t panic! Where are the guns? Are you all dead?”

Bai Xiong realized the car had already been riddled with bullets. The sound of bullets hitting the glass was piercing. The two men in front were sweating, the driver gripping the wheel, veins bulging. The front passenger fumbled with a gun and called others for backup.

Bai Xiong didn’t sit idle either. He armed himself but didn’t open the window—a sure death sentence. He would wait, aiming to escape if possible, or hold off until backup arrived.

Being the boss, Bai Xiong wasn’t expected to risk himself first—his men were meant to protect him with their lives.

The first and last cars in the convoy took the brunt of the assault, soon riddled with bullets. Except for Bai Xiong’s car, the others returned fire openly, exposing themselves—and many were taken down.

“Damn it! Which bastard dares attack me here? Has Liu Qi arrived yet?”

Bai Xiong shouted furiously. The front passenger quickly answered, “I called them! They’re on their way!”

Bai Xiong snorted and turned back to assess the chaos outside, face flushed with anger.

This was Bai Xiong’s territory. Anyone attacking here was determined. Knowing his location meant they also knew his escort. Attacking here was strategic: fewer guards, his weapons insufficient compared to theirs, and catching him off guard on home ground.

The ambush aimed to take Bai Xiong out quickly.

As expected, the sudden assault caught Bai Xiong’s men off guard. Their weapons were no match. Soon, the car at the front had its tires destroyed—silenced, unable to retaliate.

“Damn useless!” Bai Xiong cursed, seeing his men fall so quickly. Now it was their turn to face the assault.

Throughout, Xi Yuechen remained silent, pale, almost frozen—but he didn’t scream, controlling his fear.

“Cheng Yue,” by contrast, had endured real battle, unlike Xi Yuechen. He was just a shrewd businessman, unfamiliar with true life-or-death danger.

Bai Xiong swept a glance at the pale Xi Yuechen, then returned focus outside, secretly smirking. Xi Yuechen’s eyes darted around—not out of fear, but searching for an opening.

The premeditated ambush gradually overwhelmed the Yan Sect guards. Eventually, the last vehicle exploded under fire, shaking the ground and shocking all.

Now only two vehicles remained, Bai Xiong’s and one following behind, struggling to keep up.