Chapter 787: Chapter 685: A battle resolved in one second (Subscription requested!)_1 Chai Ren’s convoy headed towards Kinshasa. The employees were all somewhat shaken; unlike Chai Ren, they did not know the logic and reasons behind all of this. They only knew that these ruthless and menacing black men were acquainted with Chai Ren, but they had no idea how familiar they were. Chai Ren not only made a call to Tang Qing but also checked in with Bahati. After hanging up. Bahati had a stupefied expression as if he had seen a ghost. Chai Ren didn’t mention on the call that he had killed people, only that he had been rescued by someone, whose identity he didn’t reveal. However, Bahati couldn’t figure out who the rescuer was. Anyone capable of killing those men would have to have been his rescuer. Realizing this, Bahati felt relieved that he was on the same side as them, for having such efficient and frightening enemies would keep one constantly on edge. Bahati’s fear of the black prison deepened even more. He could only wait and see what had come of Mulaiel and his men, whether they were dead or alive. Chai Ren had said nothing about it. ... In the car. Chai Ren hung up the phone with Zhan Xi. Looking at the scenery flashing by the window, he felt the journey back was entirely different from the journey there. He’d been kidnapped on the way there, but on the way back, he was a "survivor" who had escaped danger. The convoy drove for a while. And took a detour, the same route the fighters had taken to get here. The road was still unpaved. Very bumpy, but something Chai Ren had already grown used to. As the convoy passed an unknown number of forests, Chai Ren noticed the convoy slowing down. He poked his head out to look but quickly withdrew it when he saw a group of muscular black men armed with guns. For now, he wasn’t sure whether this was still Mulaiel’s territory, so it was wise to be cautious. Very soon. The cars were back on the road. Chai Ren quickly rolled up the car window to avoid extra trouble. These men were probably highway robbers, extorting tolls. This was not uncommon in Congo Gold. On their journey from Kinshasa to the iron mine, they had encountered many toll collectors. However, the ones who collected tolls on the main roads were mostly African police officers, while those who charged on the side roads were typically locals from nearby tribes. Looking at the situation, it seemed they had paid the toll and been allowed to pass. Chai Ren thought they were going to pass peacefully. Yet. As their convoy passed this robber’s toll counter, one of the Chinese employees suddenly jumped out of the vehicle and started running towards one of the black men. Chai Ren’s heart sunk. This was bad. "Click.." "STOP.." "Hands up.." "..." Loud shouts came from the black men’s mouths. Not only that, Chai Ren’s vehicle was also surrounded by black men pointing their guns at them. The scene instantly turned tense, while the Chinese employee who had fled was also knocked down to the ground and pinned at gunpoint. As the boss, Chai Ren. Had no choice but to get out of the car. Seeing Chai Ren get out of the car. Many more guns pointed towards him. "I am unarmed, I am his boss, we mean no harm..." Chai Ren cried out. Even though Congo Gold was a French-speaking area, English was a common language, and he didn’t speak French. Seeing he was Chinese, they understood the significance of this convoy, that they were protected by local armed forces they had hired. And Chinese people were typically honest and timid, so there was a good chance that this incident was a misunderstanding. "Why was your man preparing to attack my man?" the man leading the black men asked with a frown. Chai Ren glanced at the employee on the ground, remembered his name was Qian Lei, from Yunqi Investment’s office here. "I’m sorry; I actually don’t know. Let me ask him." Chai Ren said, slowly walking over. At that moment, Chai Ren noticed that the men who had rescued them also got out of their cars, guns in hand but not raised. They stood nonchalantly, showing they did not want to escalate the situation. "Qian Lei, what’s going on? Why did you run out?" Chai Ren asked. Qian Lei with a mournful face said, "Boss, the watch that man is wearing belongs to my girlfriend. She disappeared on the streets of Kinshasa half a month ago. I had just walked into a store to look at some crafts. She disappeared in just ten seconds. Boss, please, help me ask him where she is, how she is?" This was the first time Chai Ren had heard about this. "She’s Chinese too?" Chai Ren asked, puzzled. Qian Lei shook his head, "No, she’s a Russian journalist. We’ve known each other for two years and were planning to get married at the end of the year. I never thought she would just disappear..." Chai Ren waved his hand to interrupt Qian Lei’s words. Though she wasn’t Chinese. She was still the future wife of a Chinese. "Excuse me, could you tell me where your man got that watch?" Chai Ren asked cautiously. The African leader looked at Chai Ren, his face changed slightly when he mentioned the watch, because he was the one who gave it to his henchman. He knew exactly where it came from, but the mere thought of that man made him shudder. "Oh, this? One of my men found it," the leader said casually. Chai Ren was stunned. His explanation might as well have been no explanation at all. Chai Ren asked further, "Where exactly did he find it?" "I can’t really remember. We were driving somewhere and found it on the side of the road when we stopped to take a leak. I think it was about twenty kilometers in that direction." He pointed to the direction they were heading. The African leader clearly knew how to lie on the spot. Chai Ren glanced at Qian Lei who was pinned to the ground. "Could you perhaps give the watch back to my friend, it means a lot to him." What else could Chai Ren say, that he didn’t believe him? He would be a fool to provoke this many guns. There were almost fifty, he certainly wouldn’t dare. Upon hearing Chai Ren’s words, the African leader scoffed: "Humph. I found it, but I can sell it to you for ten thousand dollars. You seem quite well-off." Chai Ren gave it some thought. Ten thousand dollars was not unreasonable. Qian Lei was in such a state already, he had to get the watch back. Otherwise, he wouldn’t be much of a boss. "Alright, I’ll take it." Chai Ren agreed. Subsequently, he signaled for someone to bring a stack of dollar bills from the car. Ten thousand dollars. He handed it to the African leader. However, it was Chai Ren’s straightforwardness that gave the leader the idea to extort him might be possible. Looking around, these people were all at gunpoint, they had no bargaining power. He was not going to kill anyone, just rob them. If they don’t comply. They would be killed. In this wild and chaotic land, not dying would be the real oddity. "Hey friend, did you bring a lot of money?" the leader abruptly asked. A hint of a chill ran down Chai Ren’s spine. He felt reckless for exposing his wealth and now he had caught the attention of these robbers. Unfazed, he calmly asked: "What do you mean by that?" The leader chuckled when Chai Ren made a show of being oblivious, and waved his gun: "Hand over all your money, or else..." Bang! Bang! Bang! Before he could finish, a barrage of gunshots abruptly rang out, so intense that it seemed as if it was just one shot. This was because... The entire encounter... Only lasted... one second. Fifteen fighters with their guns at full power, plus a Unmanned Aerial Vehicle in the sky secretly escorting them, it was not unusual for the fight to be over in one second. Once the gunfire ceased... Gulp... Chai Ren swallowed hard. His eyes big as saucers. 𝐟𝕣𝕖𝐞𝐰𝕖𝚋𝐧𝗼𝚟𝐞𝕝.𝗰𝐨𝐦 Because... Everyone at the scene, except the leader, was... all lying on the ground, a pool of their own blood surrounding them. They were obviously... dead, dead as a doornail. Just like the rescue just now. The only difference was that the rescue was silent, but now it had sound. It was terrifying, the only feeling Chai Ren had. This madness reminded him of the incredibly strong Yuan brothers. When he thought about it, there were probably not just one or two of that kind of person, but a lot of them." Knowing that such people exist, even as an ally, made Chai Ren break into a cold sweat. The African leader was also dumbfounded. "Click." A gun was pressed against the head of the leader. "Tell me the real story behind this watch. Don’t lie to me, or else..." The fighter didn’t finish his sentence, but the African leader was already breaking out in a cold sweat. He had no idea what had just happened, it all ended before he knew it. Too quick. They were incredibly strong. "Or else what - you’ll kill me? Go ahead, kill me. I won’t tell you anything." He saw that all his men were dead, knowing he was screwed. Facing certain death, he had nothing more to lose. "Herudun, your tribe is located 39 km from here, isn’t it?" the fighter pointed in one direction and said. "How do you know my name, what are you trying to do?" Herudun looked terrified. If this person knew him and wasn’t a friend, then he had to be an enemy. "Answer the question, or after killing you, I will visit your tribe. The number of people who will die then, that would all be on you." The fighter stuck Herudun with such a blame, he was at a loss for words. Were these the tactics people used now? This was a clear threat to wipe out his tribe. Herudun was panicked.