Chapter 46: Oh My God, Is He Superman?

Zhang Zhenkun hurried over and was utterly shocked by the scene before him. Previously, Wang Hui had confronted Liu Teling, but it had always been minor squabbles, just shouting and arguing—never had it escalated to the point of drawing a gun. Now, with the situation so critical, Zhang didn’t have time to think; he quickly tried to intervene. “Huihui, stop it. Put the gun down, quickly.”

“No,” Wang Hui replied, her voice trembling with determination. “Husband, I have to kill her. Only if she dies can we have a happy life together.” She glanced at Zhang Zhenkun, showing no intention of lowering the gun.

“If you don’t put the gun down, I won’t talk to you anymore, all right? Be good, listen to me,” Zhang pleaded.

“You won’t talk to me? You don’t love me anymore? No, if she dies, you’ll love me again.” Wang Hui’s emotions surged out of control at his words, and her finger tightened on the trigger.

At that moment, Liu Teling’s life hung by a thread.

A commanding voice rang out: “Huihui, what are you doing? Put the gun down and come home with me.” Everyone turned toward the source of the voice and saw a man in his forties, tall and imposing, with a stern face radiating authority. The officers on the scene finally let out a sigh of relief—the newcomer was Wang Lixin, director of the Chengdong branch of the Ninghai City Public Security Bureau, and also Wang Hui’s biological father. His arrival meant there was still a chance to resolve the crisis. No matter how things developed, even if someone were to die, there was now someone who could take responsibility.

Seeing her father, Wang Hui’s expression flickered, her grip on the gun unwavering. The barrel still aimed straight at Liu Teling’s head, her finger ready to fire.

Wang Lixin, sensitive to his daughter’s emotional change, edged closer and spoke softly, “Huihui, be good. Listen to your father. How about I take you to the seaside to play?”

“Alright, but only after I kill this vixen. We’ll go to the seaside after I kill her,” Wang Hui replied.

“Huihui, be good, don’t do anything rash. Listen to your father…” Wang Lixin soothed her gently as he moved closer, hoping to get near enough to snatch the gun away when she least expected it.

But just as he was two or three steps away, Wang Hui suddenly shouted, “Stop! Don’t come any closer, or I’ll kill her right now!”

“Don’t be impulsive, Huihui, be good—” Wang Lixin’s heart chilled. The situation was spiraling out of his control. His daughter’s mind was utterly unhinged; she no longer listened to him. Perhaps her hatred for Liu Teling was simply too deep.

Yet he knew the truth all too well: Liu Teling had never seduced Zhang Zhenkun, had never even paid him any attention. On the contrary, it was Zhang Zhenkun who pursued Liu Teling. His daughter and Zhang had once been together; back then, Zhang seemed impressive in every way and had earned his approval.

On reflection, Zhang Zhenkun was deeply at fault. He had used his daughter, played with her feelings, and then turned his attention to the more powerful Liu Teling. He must have deceived Huihui with sweet words—otherwise, she would never have so misunderstood the situation, let alone acted so violently.

The police only speculated about Liu Teling’s powerful background, but no one knew the full extent—except Wang Lixin, who knew very well that if anything happened to her, his own career would end immediately. At this thought, Wang Lixin shot a fierce glare at Zhang Zhenkun. Unfortunately, Zhang’s own connections were formidable; he couldn’t be dealt with lightly, or he would have been removed long ago for his daughter's sake.

After a while, Wang Hui’s emotions calmed a little. She stared at Liu Teling and demanded, “Vixen, tell me, why did you steal my husband? What have I ever done to you?”

“I never stole your husband. This is all just your imagination,” Liu Teling replied helplessly. How had she, out of nowhere, become the villain in this story?

“Still denying it? If you didn’t steal him, who did? You vixen, do you really think I won’t kill you?” Wang Hui screamed.

“Huihui, don’t do anything rash. Put down the gun, quickly,” Zhang Zhenkun urged, seeing Wang Hui grow more agitated. If anything happened to Liu Teling, he’d lose his chance completely and his plans would be ruined.

“Why? Why won’t you let me kill this vixen? Do you love her now?” Wang Hui demanded.

“It’s not what you think,” Zhang replied.

“Then go marry me right now—right this instant!”

“Put the gun down first and we’ll talk,” Zhang bargained.

“You won’t? No, I’ll kill her! And I’ll kill you, you heartless man! I want you both dead!” Wang Hui’s sanity shattered. Her finger pulled the trigger.

Wang Hui had been the bureau’s renowned sharpshooter, rarely missing her target. At such close range, once she fired, Liu Teling wouldn’t stand a chance.

What now?

It was over—completely over.

As Wang Lixin, Zhang Zhenkun, Zhao Zijun, every officer present, and Liu Teling herself saw Wang Hui pull the trigger, their hearts leapt to their throats. Disaster was imminent.

No, please don’t…

But no one could do anything—the bullet had been fired. Liu Teling was dead for certain.

Bang!

Just as panic seized everyone—

A graceful figure flashed into the scene. With a flick of his finger, he diverted the barrel, sending the bullet into the ceiling. In one swift movement, two fingers pressed deftly against Wang Hui’s wrist; with a gentle force, she gasped in pain and her right hand fell limp.

The pistol dropped—and was caught by Chen Yufeng’s other hand.

He tossed the gun toward Liu Teling, but she was so stunned that she failed to catch it, and it was Chen Yufeng himself who scooped it up again with a deft kick and a quick hand.

This figure had appeared out of nowhere, deflected the gun just as it fired, snatched the weapon and tossed it to Liu Teling, then caught it again with a flick of his foot—all in one seamless, fluid sequence, so fast it dazzled the eye and seemed impossible to believe.

Everyone stood frozen in shock, their faces pale with astonishment, their hearts pounding with awe.

Was he some kind of superhuman?

A moment ago, Liu Teling had been certain she was about to die, her brains splattered at point-blank range; no matter how quick her reflexes, she could never outrun a bullet, especially not from Wang Hui, the infamous sharpshooter. Even if by luck she evaded the first shot, how could she hope to avoid a second?

But she could never have imagined that, in that split second, someone would step in and save her.

And the one who saved her was none other than the “death stick,” the scoundrel, she had scorned just moments before.

Wang Lixin was equally stunned. He had already lost hope, sure that with the trigger pulled, Liu Teling was done for, and with her, his own career. Yet he could never have predicted that, at the crucial moment, someone would appear as if sent by the heavens, saving not only Liu Teling but himself as well.

Zhang Zhenkun, Zhao Zijun, and all the officers present were equally dumbstruck. For a long time, not one of them moved; they simply stared, dazed, at the figure who had performed this miraculous feat, their very souls shaken to the core.

This was not something any ordinary human could accomplish.

If they hadn’t seen it with their own eyes, who would have believed it?