Chapter 291 Cannot Withstand A Single Blow (Part One)

Tony remained composed as he drove Brian to the airport.

There was not a sliver of doubt or scare on his face, apart from the arrogant look reflected in his eyes.

Brian glanced at the rear-view and sneered when he saw the two cars on their tail. Drawing his gaze
back, he took out his phone and dialed a number. There was a short ring and a voice spoke on the
other end,"At your service, Mr. Brian Long."

"Have Steven and Justin met yet?" Brian's tone was emotionless and calm, but his gaze gradually
sharpened.

"Yes, they seem to have met," the man answered respectfully,"Also, around noon, Steven had asked
Miss Xia if she would like to meet Rory Yan. But according to the record of their full conversation, she
had refused the invite."

'A meeting with Rory?

What a jerk.'

Brian snorted. It looked like Steven hadn't taken his words to heart. He was laying his hands on things
he shouldn't touch. Now, it was time for Brian to teach him a lesson in obedience. Brian's expression
turned dangerous and cold. He parted his lips slightly and ordered,"Let him take her there if she
agrees. But I need to hear every word of their conversation. I want to know what they are planning."

The voice on the other end paused for a while and then stuttered,"Mr. Brian Long, that cannot be easily
arranged."

The Yan brothers were no ordinary people. As a senior official, Justin served as the Vice President in
the Political Commissar. How could a conversation involving him be easily monitored? If they did that
and got caught, it might be interpreted as a leak of state secrets.



Brian shot another glance at the rear-view to look at the cars behind them. He leaned into the seat
casually and seethed,"That's an order."

His voice seemed calm, but the order was absolute. His tone was as cold as ice, and there was no
place for any argument. The person at the other end shivered, his hairs standing up on end. He
hurriedly answered,"Yes sir! Understood, sir!"

As the conversation ended, Brian's face changed. Fury boiled inside him, the touch of anger reddened
his cheeks. He stared into the distance and thought to himself. Steven had forgotten his place. He had
warned him, but Steven ignored it. Not only did he disobey his orders, but he also tried to get Molly
involved. Was he trying to threaten Brian by using Molly as a shield?

He was going to pay a fine price for underestimating Brian.

He narrowed his eyes. His dark orbs were like frozen ponds under the night sky, with ripples whirling
beneath its thin layer.

The three cars sped along the road. When they sped past, the other vehicles moved out of their way, in
fear and awe.

"It looks like they are headed to the airport," said the man who was in the first of the two following cars.
He kept his eyes locked on Brian's car.

At the same time, Howard shouted through the intercom,"It's time! Shoot him down, Lorence!"

"Roger that," answered the man with a heinous sneer. He pulled out a box from under his feet. He
opened it and took out the parts of a disassembled sniper rifle. He caressed the barrel of the gun and
assembled them quickly. When he was done, the roof window of the car was opened. He stood up and
put the gun on the roof of the car and aimed.



The three cars didn't show any signs of slowing down. Lorence looked through the scope of the gun
and aimed at the right rear wheel of Brian's car. At that speed, if the tire was shot at, the car would lose
control and tumble off the road. And he was at an advantage too. The cars were about to get on a very
high bridge, and just beyond the bridge was the airport.

Lorence's hands were steady. He was the famous marksman from the Wolf SWAT Team, and he had a
hundred percent hit record. He was especially good at hitting moving targets and reading the wind and
angles. He kept a record to hit the target ten out of ten times in training, despite of the strong breeze
flowing in the environment. No one in his team had ever surpassed his record.

His finger slowly moved and squeezed the trigger, waiting for the best opportunity to take the shot. He
imagined the scene that would transpire after his shot hit the target. The tire would explode and the car
would screech and tumble off the bridge, a parabola going downwards. He smirked triumphantly,
excitement shining deep in his eyes.

"Mr. Brian Long! It's highly likely that they would shoot us when we pass through the bridge," Tony said
quickly, but there was not the slightest apprehension in his voice.

Brian looked at the cars behind them again. In his hand was a silver, shining Desert Eagle. He loaded
the gun and snorted,"Let them. They are digging their own graves."

Tony heard the displeasure in Brian's voice. He tensed and took a quick glance at him in the rear-view.
Brian's grim face was clouded in dark vengeance. He drew his glance back and pondered why Brian
was so irritated. As far as he knew, Mr. Brian Long was very used to assassination attempts and never
deigned to show his true feelings even when he was at a life-or-death situation. This was not Brian's
usual temper. This was not the Brian whom Tony had known so far.

The cars whizzed along the bridge and Brian rolled down the window on his side. With a malicious
smile on his face, he turned his head sideways, listening to every little sound and focused. Mixed in



with the sound of the gusty wind, came the sound of a gunshot from behind.


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