Chased to be A Husband

Chapter 3 Sir, it's a dead-end.

    Drivers who solicited for a living should be familiar with all the roads in the city. Still, this driver seemed to be unfamiliar with the old town area. After chasing for a while, he went into a dead-end alley. There was no way to go, but there were chasing soldiers behind. It was miserable.

    "Sir...no...no way." The driver said timidly.

    Chase glanced at Blanc, who was getting off the car. The white shirt that this guy was wearing had become a redshirt. He had many cuts on his body. Although the wound was not fatal, he shed a lot of blood and dyed his clothes red. Now, it looked horrifying.

    Blanc looked up at a wall across the alley and looked at the motorcycles that had chased to the alley entrance. He seemed to have something to say, but he didn't. Then he gritted his teeth and posed a run-up position, jump off the wall, and ran away.

    "Sir, do you leave like this?" the driver said suddenly.

    "Why did this driver look different?" Blanc was taken aback for a moment and said, "Want money? I got no money. Would you like a gun?"

    "What should we do now?" Chase also said.

    Damn, it doesn't matter you don't pay the fare, but you have taken me to this god damned place. What if I am considered by someone who is chasing after you like your accomplice?

    "Well, tell them you don't know me. You were just held hostage by me." Blanc said as he went to the wall. Although he was injured, his power seemed unaffected. He stretched his hands on the wall, applied a little force, hold himself up and jumped over.

    However, he jumped back as if he had seen a ghost.

    "What happened? Is there a ghost over there?"

    "Haha, you don't leave? You can't leave?" The driver suddenly stopped being afraid and stuttering and said to Blanc with a smug smile.

    "Did you come here deliberately?" Blanc realized something in an instant and cursed secretly. He glared and shouted at the driver.

    Now, even the i***t knew that this driver was fishy. Otherwise, why did he run to this f*****g alley, and why were there a group of people waiting with guns on the other side of the wall?

    "Douchebag, don't you know all the solicitors in Goldhale are under Kim Davis' control? How dare he take my people run away?" At this moment, a group of men walked into the alley. The one talking was a young man walked in front was wearing a suit. The young man with a cigar arrogantly said as he strode through the alley.

    "Mr....Mr.Davis, I...I'll leave now ." The driver nodded and bowed to the young man.

    "Well, good job, get off and get the reward." Davis waved his hand and said.

    The driver drove his tricycle away with a smile on his face. Chase looked at the short-haired man, and then at the arrogant Davis. He was a little confused." What the hell is going on? The driver turns out to be their man? It's like making a movie. Too dramatic!"

    "I'll go with you, but let this boy go. I kidnapped him." Blanc glanced at Chase and said. He knew he couldn't leave today, but he couldn't hurt this young man.

    Upon hearing this, Chase quickly said to Davis, "Yes, yes I planned to go to the station by tricycle, but he got me here. It's really annoying."

    "Hehe, you think I'm stupid? You are obviously accomplices, and you want to fool me?" Davis smiled wickedly and waved his hand, "Take both backs."

    The lackeys behind Davis responded immediately and surrounded them with their swords and bars.

    "Hey, hello, I really don't know him..., don't, don't catch me..." Chase was in a hurry. "Damn, what kind of world is this? Why is my fate so miserable? Why did I encounter this when taking a tricycle?"

    "Stop." Blanc suddenly raised his gun and shouted, and all the lackeys stopped.

    "Hehe, you got balls. You dare to fight against us Dragons with a toy gun？" Davis ignored Blanc's pistol pointing at him, dismounting his lackeys, "Motherfucker! What the heck are you waiting for? Grab them back! A toy gun can scare you to pee your pants?"

    "Toy gun? Fake? Damn, bro, stop fooling around, okay? I've already been trapped by you. I can't be caught back by these bastards! I have to go home, go home... GO HOME!!! Who dares to touch me, and I will fight  against him with my life!"

    Chase had no idea who Davis Davis was, but since he had been in Goldhale for so long, he knew what Dragon Society was. Even the police were afraid of the Dragons. For those who fell into the hands of this society, they would be skinned even if they wouldn't die.  

    Chase was thinking about going home, never wanting to be captured by the Dragon Society. Seeing that someone was coming around, he stroke a pose and prepared to fight, empty-handedly grabbing the knife from that guy.

    The weapon was accidentally obtained, and Chase was overjoyed. He then used wrestling techniques to unseat the joints of the two of them continuously, kicking them down. Like lightning, he reached Davis's side.

    "Oh, you dare to fight back? Lads..." Davis was an arrogant man. Although Chase had run to his face, he thought it was just an accident and didn't panic at all because he got so many people. He ordered his men to step forward to take Chase.

    But what he didn't expect was that Chase's movements were much faster than those of his men. In a flash, his eyes couldn't even see anything, but Chase had reached his back and strangled his neck, and the shining sharp knife was poking against his heart.

    To catch bandits, first catch the ringleader. Chase's hijack was successful.

     Chase was outrageous. He just wanted to go home and didn't want to get into any trouble. However, this arrogant bastard didn't let him go. He was angry. Really angry.

    No one thought that Chase would be so fierce, and he would be able to do this even he was surrounded by so many people. For a while, everyone was stunned.

    "f**k, why are you forcing me? I said I don't know this bald guy. I just want to go to the station and take a bus. Why did you grab me..." Chase was very excited, his hands tight. Davis had difficulty breathing, and his face flushed.

    Bald guy? Blanc was stunned, knowing that Chase was talking about himself. "Dude, my hair is short, but I'm not bald."

    "Let go of Mr. Davis, or you will be killed."

    "Yes, how dare you hold Mr. Davis!"

    "Let him go..."

    Do you think I'm a fool? Who will let him go at this time? Chase gasped and stared with bloody eyes and screamed to let the other party go. Davis's subordinates didn't have instructions and naturally wouldn't give way.

    A group of people surrounded Chase and Davis with knives, guns, and swords, but no one dared to move around and they didn't dare to get too close either. Nobody could take the risk, because the knife in Chase's hand was sharp. If he took the knife...

    This was an excellent opportunity for Blanc to get away. Of course, he would not let it go. When no one noticed him, he had slipped out of the alley and grabbed a motorcycle. As long as he started it, Davis's people would never catch up with him.

    But could he really go? If he left like this, that boy might lose his life in Davis's hands. Blanc hesitated.

    Da Da, with the engine sounding, Blanc drove the motorcycle into the alley.

    "Man, get in the car!" Blanc stepped on the brakes, and the car swung its head around.