Urban Soldier Young Master

Chapter 1050 - 1049: Hypnosis Failure

Although the taxi had a blown tire, fortunately, Chu Ge had already downshifted earlier. Given the current driving speed, the situation wasn't too terrible. After swaying and wobbling for a distance, the taxi finally managed to stop safely just short of crashing through the left guardrail.Compared to the taxi, the Cherokee wasn't as lucky. With blazing flames, it sped forward a bit, spun over a hundred degrees, crashed through the guardrail on the right, collided with the rocks with a bang, then bounced back slightly, its tires stuck on the drainage ditch, and the body shook violently a few times before stopping.

The two cars were close to each other, only a few dozen meters apart, with the modern taxi in front and the Cherokee behind.

"How are you?" Chu Ge glanced at Su Yuanke, who looked pale. "Are you hurt?"

Su Yuanke checked himself and patted around. With a bitter smile, he said, "A bit of a headache, some back pain, but probably nothing serious. Is this considered you caring for me?"

"If you think so, then consider it that way. Go check on how the unfortunate driver is doing now. I'll get out and assess the situation."

Chu Ge instructed, moved slightly toward the passenger seat, and kicked open the car door that had been slightly deformed due to the pressure and collision earlier.

"You... be careful."

Chu Ge smirked. "What? Now it's your turn to care about me? No more glaring at me? Coming to find you today, it's truly my unlucky day."

Su Yuanke gave an awkward expression that could barely be called a smile but ended up saying nothing.

"Don't worry, I'm not so easy to take down. Besides... I still have things to ask you."

Chu Ge jumped out of the car, his eyes fixed on the unmoving Cherokee.

Although the Cherokee looked miserable, the interior was ablaze, seemingly ready to explode at any moment. But unless Chu Ge could confirm that everyone inside was dead, now was not the time to breathe easy.

"Bang!"

The Cherokee's passenger door was kicked open, and a man engulfed in flames rolled out.

No doubt, he was rolling—not a curse nor an angry expression—the man was genuinely rolling on the ground, obviously trying to extinguish the flames on his body.

"Bang!"

Another sound, the rear door was opened.

"Clang clang..."

Three long knives were thrown out of the car, their sharp thin blades resonating crisply on the roadway. The sound echoed clearly on the empty, silent road, and under the moonlight, the blades shone brightly.

The three knives were standard Tang swords in design, with blades over seventy centimeters long and handles over twenty centimeters, wrapped with black cloth strips for better grip, ensuring a more stable hold during slashing without slipping.

Following that, two more disheveled-looking men got out of the car, but their descent wasn't graceful, also rolling out while shielding their heads.

Inside the taxi, Su Yuanke was about to check if the unfortunate driver had any injuries when he suddenly saw the three men emerging from the Cherokee, causing him to freeze in place.

Damn it! That Cherokee was wrecked beyond belief! Yet these guys seem largely unscathed? Are these folks even human?

Su Yuanke hesitated whether to go out and assist Chu Ge but quickly abandoned that thought. He swallowed hard, considering driving the taxi away. However, once he straightened his sore back, he immediately realized a problem.

That was... the taxi had a blown tire, so where could he drive to?

Running away on foot?

The idea barely emerged before Su Yuanke dismissed it. Earlier, Chu Ge's jarring move had really tweaked his old back. If he genuinely left the car on foot, it'd surely hurt like hell...

Besides, the place was isolated with no one around, and hardly a car passing by; where could he run to alone?

Forget it... better to pin hope on Chu Ge. But can this guy handle it?

If Chu Ge gets taken down... on my own, it seems like there's only a dead end...

Inside the taxi, Su Yuanke was full of conflict watching the outside situation, while Chu Ge fixed his gaze on the three men rolling on the ground, taking one cautious step forward.

It seems... it's been a long time since I've had a real fight with someone, Chu Ge clenched his fists, facing this situation, a kind of excitement almost like a beast smelling blood surged within him.

In Chu Ge's vision, these three people rolled around, the flames on their bodies gradually turning into embers, and then one by one, they stood up from the ground, tearing off the clothes that were already in tatters, each picking up a long blade from the ground, standing in line, they looked coldly at Chu Ge with furrowed brows.

"I must say, you guys have pretty solid bones, huh? Nothing major even after all this chaos? You can still pick up knives and prepare to chop people?"

When Chu Ge was just five meters away from these three people, he stopped his steps, crossed his arms, and his face lit up with his signature smile.

The three said nothing and didn't make any moves for a while; however, their brows furrowed tight, looking at Chu Ge with eyes full of vigilance.

Chu Ge raised his hand to scratch his head, tilted it slightly, and began to curiously examine these three people.

These three seemed to be under thirty, neither tall nor short, roughly about 1.75 meters tall, with very smooth muscle lines, and as far as physique goes, absolutely model-type men.

Just... because of Chu Ge's various means earlier, their faces now were not particularly commendable, all smoked and darkened, with hair brimming with the smell of burnt singe.

These three held their knives steady in their right hands, although their bodies were temporarily without extra movements, they stood in a line but exuded a clear, ready-to-move atmosphere.

The feeling was akin to three venomous snakes searching for prey's weakness, emitting a dangerous and insidious aura all over, ready to act at any moment.

Especially the one standing in the center, this feeling was most obvious, and besides tightly holding a Tang knife in his right hand, he also had a steady black pistol in his left hand.

"Hey, hey, I'm speaking to you, right? Could it be that the crash and fire turned you mute? Or perhaps... the few gifts I sent you moved you so much that you're too excited to speak?"

Seeing these three didn't utter a word, Chu Ge mocked them again, still with that carefree manner, his tone still lacking in tact.

"Who are you?"

The man directly opposite Chu Ge, standing at the center of the three, finally spoke up, neither his face nor his voice showed any emotional fluctuation.

"Oh, turns out you're not mute after all? And..." Chu Ge paused slightly, gave a sly smile, "Seems like I was the one who asked that question first?"

"I think, regarding this question, I'm afraid you'll be disappointed." The man holding the gun shook his head calmly.

"But I believe, whoever we are doesn't really concern you, now I hope you'll move aside, we don't favor pointless battle, our target is just Su Yuanke, if you step aside, we can pretend nothing happened, hopefully you'll mind your own business."

"Afraid you'll disappoint me?"

Chu Ge smiled brightly, stared into the gun-wielding man's eyes, repeated the man's words, and subtly used Hypnosis.

Since Chu Ge was suspicious about Su Yuanke, he certainly wouldn't miss this chance to learn about Su Yuanke, so while these three haven't acted, using such a convenient ability was clearly the best choice.

However, to Chu Ge's surprise, this time's Hypnosis was entirely different from when he hypnotized Watanabe Shinji, he couldn't sense the gun-bearing man's spiritual wave at all, let alone establish a spiritual connection with him.

The first character didn't yield results, Chu Ge found it normal, the second, third characters still didn't yield results, Chu Ge didn't think much, but when the fourth, fifth, even the seventh characters were all used with still no effect, Chu Ge couldn't help but frown silently.

What's happening?

Could it be his current cultivation in this Spiritual Cultivation Technique is too low? Is the opponent's Spiritual Power far higher than ordinary people thus leading to failure?

Chu Ge quickly pondered, and after a few seconds, the gun-wielding man opposite him raised his left hand, pointing the gun's muzzle at Chu Ge's heart.

"Seems, despite my clear words, you've made up your mind, really not planning to move aside?"

Seeing the opponent finally move, Chu Ge temporarily set aside his doubts, sneered coldly, "Do you think your gun, still has the worth to be raised?"

The gun-wielding man calmly held up the gun, asked very calmly, "What do you mean by that?"

Chu Ge slightly raised the corner of his mouth, moved his crossed arms from his chest, raised his right hand, and pointed at the gun that was aimed at his heart.

"I mean... your gun now is just a bluffing toy, but for me, it doesn't serve any scare purpose anymore, so if you want me to move aside, better throw away that junk and use the knives in your hands to speak."

The gun-wielding man's face also showed a slight smile, nodded, then pulled the trigger of the gun.