"Wang Hao, you bastard, how dare you shoot me with an arrow? You're dead! You're dead!" Zhou Chenggong cursed as he caught his breath.
He had been so sure of success this time. He never imagined that this lunatic Wang Hao would be so thoroughly prepared.
Regret! He regretted it!
If he hadn't been so eager to get here first, if he hadn't worried that Wolf Claw Man would get greedy and snatch all the supplies, he wouldn't have come along.
Wang Hao ignored him. After confirming the positions of the three, he lowered his crossbow and quickly moved towards another room.
Zhou Chenggong and his lackey were still cursing. Wolf Claw Man exploded. "Enough! What's the use of cursing? Conserve your energy, do you want to die?"
The two immediately fell silent.
Wolf Claw Man looked at Zhou Chenggong, then at his subordinate. He then moved closer to his subordinate and twisted the arrowhead out of the shaft. "Three Pears Arrowhead. This kid's got a dark heart." He casually tossed the arrowhead aside, then instructed his subordinate to bear with it as he pulled out the arrow shaft. "Ah—" The subordinate let out a sharp, piercing scream. Blood gushed from his leg. Wolf Claw Man took out hemostatic powder and bandages from his BOB bag and gave him basic treatment and bandaging.
"Brother Lang! Treat me too!" Zhou Chenggong said weakly.
"You can't," Brother Lang shook his head, his expression grave. "I don't dare pull this arrow lightly. It could be fatal. We'll find a professional doctor to treat it when we leave here."
"Damn Wang Hao!" Zhou Chenggong clenched his fists, trembling with anger. He had lost big this time. Even if he took down Wang Hao, it wouldn't compensate for his losses.
Just then, the window above them suddenly opened, and a Molotov cocktail was thrown down. "Not good!" Brother Lang reacted quickly, diving towards Zhou Chenggong, narrowly dodging the bottle. His subordinate, however, was not so lucky. The flames ignited his ski jacket, and the down inside went up with a bang. He wailed, rolling on the snow, trying to extinguish the flames. But Wang Hao threw two more Molotov cocktails. He was completely engulfed in flames.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!" Just as Wang Hao was preparing to throw more Molotov cocktails, the sound of gunshots rang out. Bullets hit the window frame, sending sparks flying. Wang Hao yelched and fell backward, sitting on the ground. "Damn it! Missed! The angle's too poor," Brother Lang cursed inwardly. Zhou Chenggong's face was grim too.
It had been an act, a ruse they had concocted. They wanted to make Wang Hao relax his guard and find an opportunity to kill him. The gun was brought by Zhou Chenggong. Unlike Wang Hao, his family was influential and had no trouble obtaining a firearm for self-defense. This was why he wasn't worried about Brother Lang and the others getting greedy. All he had to do was show the gun, and they would all comply obediently.
When Wang Hao opened the window to throw the Molotov cocktails, they knew their chance had come. Zhou Chenggong was injured, and Brother Lang was a veteran; the gun naturally fell to him. As he lunged toward Zhou Chenggong, Zhou Chenggong secretly passed the gun to him, and then he pulled the trigger at Wang Hao. Unfortunately, it was dark, he didn't have Wang Hao's surveillance, nor Wang Hao's night-vision scope, and the position was also very unfavorable. Coupled with the fleeting opportunity, he could only fire a few shots based on instinct. In the end, none of the shots hit Wang Hao.
On the ground, Wang Hao, having recovered, gasped for air. His back was soaked with sweat, and his face was deathly pale. He had almost been hit moments ago. Even a hit in the hand would have been extremely troublesome. He couldn't go to a hospital now for a surgeon to remove a bullet and bandage him. Although he had plenty of medical supplies to prevent a fatal outcome, he would certainly not have an easy time of it.
Overconfident! Wang Hao began to reflect. He had been too cocky just now. From the beginning until this moment, he had held absolute dominance. Zhou Chenggong and the others were merely meat on his chopping block. This had led to his arrogance, causing him to expose himself to danger. The gun! Why hadn't he considered that they might have a gun? Also! Prolonged exposure by opening the window was extremely unsafe. What if they had a grenade and threw it inside? What if there was a sniper at a distance?
"I was too careless!" Wang Hao got up and, hugging the wall, cautiously pulled the window shut. Only then did he breathe a huge sigh of relief. He was finally safe.
"What now?" Zhou Chenggong's face no longer showed much pain. The cold had numbed his shoulder.
"We have a gun, he probably won't dare to attack carelessly. But if we leave, we become his easy targets. The power and range of our gun are far inferior to his crossbow," Brother Lang also found it troublesome. A pity, a pity! If that shot had taken down Wang Hao, he could have entered Wang Hao's villa through the open window and enjoyed himself. Zhou Chenggong remained silent, quietly waiting for Brother Lang's next words. He had lost his leverage against Brother Lang. He had to play the subordinate.
"Can you call for backup?" Brother Lang looked at Zhou Chenggong with some expectation. "I can, but it will take them a long time to get here." Zhou Chenggong naturally had other people under his command besides Brother Lang's group. However, Brother Lang's group was closest and had conserved enough energy. Everyone else was too far away. If it were before, they could drive here quickly. But now, they could only walk. Even if these people were willing to risk coming, it would take a long time. Not to mention that few people were willing to take such a risk now. Zhou Chenggong said he could call for help because he knew that outside help was one of his bargaining chips, and he didn't want to be abandoned by Brother Lang.
Just then, the lights on the second floor came on. Wang Hao, who had arrived upstairs at some point, was now separated from the two by just a pane of glass. As the electric curtains opened, Brother Lang immediately aimed his gun at him. However, Wang Hao's face showed no panic. The bulletproof glass was only the first line of defense. Even if it were shattered, other defensive measures would activate. Moreover, with the small handgun they possessed, it was impossible to break through his bulletproof glass.
He took a cup, walked to the refrigerator, took a few ice cubes from the ice bucket, poured himself a Coke, and sat down on the soft sofa, taking an elegant sip. "Good heavens! What is this posture?" Zhou Chenggong and Brother Lang's eyes turned red. They were freezing outside, almost begging for mercy. And Wang Hao was inside drinking Coke? With ice, no less. How hot could he possibly be? Instantly, they felt even colder.