The Popular/Charismatic Beta Always Thinks They Are Universally Disliked - Chapter 65

Chapter 65: Ambush

The entire world was moving rapidly sideways outside the window. A sense of direction became useless at this moment. The entire car body was like a skateboard continuously struck on ice. A huge, dull, and irresistible force suddenly hammered the car. The sedan, which was slammed and sent flying sideways, maintained its basic shape due to the anti-collision treatment.

The dull sound of metal twisting and deforming rang out incessantly. Wei Yuzhi and Wu Cheng, who were tightly bound by their seatbelts, instantly regained consciousness after the half-second impact. Wei Yuzhi shook his head, which was whipped violently by the strong inertia. His first instinct was to grip the gun in his hand tightly.

The road to the shooting range belonged to the suburbs. Aside from this earth-shattering collision, the surroundings were unusually silent for a moment.

In the smoke and dust following the deployment of the airbags, through the spider-web-cracked window, Wei Yuzhi saw the van that had hit them from the side-rear charging towards them again.

Wu Cheng didn’t have time to start the engine.

—Bang—!

Another full-force impact.

The car door began to seriously deform, squeezing into the cabin at an incredible angle. The massive sound wave, like a fierce tsunami crashing against rocks, slammed into their eardrums. A ringing in the ears replaced the deathly silence. Dizzy from the impact, Wu Cheng instinctively bent over to vomit.

Mild concussion.

He calmly assessed his current injury, desperately stretching his arm to reach the M500 that had slipped from his grasp and was flung onto the passenger seat.

In this flash of lightning, he heard the muffled, low gunshots, processed through a silencer, erupting continuously from the back seat. The unignorable, dull roar made Wu Cheng instantly look back. He saw Wei Yuzhi, who had endured two fatal impacts, holding his gun and aiming ruthlessly at the driver’s seat of the van behind them.

Dull and short, like the instant ignition of a giant firecracker, the muffled sounds exploded one after another near Wu Cheng’s ears. It took Wei Yuzhi three precise shots to pierce the van’s bulletproof glass.

The fourth shot was for the van’s driver.

A massive, scarlet, brilliant flower instantly bloomed in the driver’s seat of the van. The driver, whose head was half-blown off by the bullet, slumped over the steering wheel without uttering a scream. The third attempted collision and crush finally came to a complete stop.

From the deeply crushed and finally shattered rear windshield, five dark muzzles instantly emerged, flashing five streaks of fire like meteorites in broad daylight. In the near-pitch black night, Wu Cheng could clearly see the muzzle flash of the opponents.

He instinctively ducked his shoulder to the side, swiftly and nimbly taking cover behind the driver’s seat. He then gritted his teeth, unbuckled his seatbelt, and, gripping his gun with a highly professional stance, silently crept toward the van.

Wei Yuzhi was in front of him.

The tall, strong Omega maintained a silent, steady breathing rhythm, his gun pointing downwards, elbows tucked in. The heavy, black handgun was perfectly concealed in his own shadow. From Wu Cheng’s perspective, he could only see the man’s hard, icy contour—calm, silent, and overwhelmingly reliable in his intense oppression.

In this instant, Wu Cheng was momentarily dazed, wondering if he was a frail Omega trailing behind an Alpha.

After more than a dozen consecutive bullets missed their target, the opponents finally belatedly realized that the car was empty.

The positions of the hunter and the hunted had reversed. The moment Wei Yuzhi finally reached the van’s door, he showed the first non-calm expression of the night. After roughly estimating the position of the door latch, he fired several shots in quick succession. Then, the veins in his arm instantly bulged and expanded to the maximum. With an unimaginable, terrifying brute force, like tearing open the flesh of a giant beast’s belly, the car door was ripped open instantly!

Wu Cheng immediately straightened his arm, tilted his head, aimed at the people inside the van, and pulled the trigger expressionlessly.

The squelching sound of the bullet entering soft flesh clearly reached Wei Yuzhi’s ears. Holding the gun in one hand, he grabbed the first person inside the car with the other, decisively aimed for the latter’s temple, and then, using the corpse, body-checked his way into the car, slamming their combined weight onto the others, breaking through the opponents’ formation in a fraction of a second.

The moment he rolled into the car, Wei Yuzhi adjusted his landing posture, reaching out to lock his hand tightly around the throat of the assailant on his left, violently smashing the heavy gun butt into the person’s stomach, and then, amidst the violent struggling caused by suffocation and pain, he continued to viciously strike until the person ceased to react.

The person on the right was left to Wu Cheng. He aimed coldly at the right side but didn’t immediately shoot. He knew Wei Yuzhi needed one person alive.

The entire battle lasted no more than five minutes. The people in the car didn’t even have time to re-aim their guns.

Wei Yuzhi let out a controlled, long breath. He slowly wiped away the sticky blood and flesh splattered on his face, his long, downcast eyelashes looking coldly at the gangster lying on the car floor. Then, with a take-it-or-leave-it attitude, he bent down to search the person’s clothing.

He had gripped the person’s neck bone too hard. The sudden release of tension now sent a dull ache through his hand. This long, trivial, faint pain led him to a judgment—the fist that had heavily hammered the opponent’s skull, ribs, and throat might have a minor bone fracture.

Wei Yuzhi sneered softly and shook the hand.

He unenthusiastically kicked the corpse on the ground and turned to look at the only survivor, who was being tightly controlled by Wu Cheng’s gun.

An indescribable sense of danger suddenly seized his heart. Before his brain could process it, Wei Yuzhi instinctively clawed at the car door and leaped out, while the person with Wu Cheng’s gun pointed at his head suddenly surged up and latched onto Wu Cheng’s leg. Wu Cheng immediately fired, blowing away the person’s arms, but it still delayed him for a few seconds, and those seconds were enough to ignite an earth-shattering explosion.

“Run—! These idiots put explosives on the car!”

This was the last sentence Wei Yuzhi heard that night. His vision ultimately settled on Wu Cheng’s face, filled with terror and fury.

The bright, splendid explosion wave, like a silver fire tree, instantly flipped the entire van. Wei Yuzhi, who leaped out at the last moment, was inevitably caught by the shockwave and was thrown several meters, landing heavily on the road.

Wei Yuzhi’s terrifying physical conditioning allowed him to retain a thread of consciousness. A massive ringing in his ears filled his entire world, causing his gaze to gradually unfocus. The bone-crushing pain throughout his body made him instantly break into a sweat. Adrenaline began to surge, his heart raced, and his pupils dilated. His body entered a race against time for self-preservation.

He instinctively touched the scent gland on the back of his neck.

The almost numb sensation caused Wei Yuzhi’s brain to crash into a deep standstill. It took him about half a minute to recognize the source of the intense pain—

A shard of broken glass, about half the size of his palm, was lodged directly in his scent gland.

…

When Wei Yuzhi opened his eyes again, it was a week later.

He hadn’t been confined to bed for this long in many years. The first feeling upon waking was that his limbs were frozen blocks of ice. He subconsciously tried to sit up, desperately using various tiny movements to awaken his rusty limbs.

He Xin was on the phone by the window. Turning back, he saw Wei Yuzhi struggling to sit up on the bed. The words that had reached his lips slowly changed: “…Perhaps the itinerary doesn’t need to be changed. CEO Wei needs to decide himself whether he’ll attend the forum after all.”

Hanging up the phone, He Xin quickly walked to his boss’s bedside. In the week Wei Yuzhi was in a coma, the Gu family and the Feng family had jointly given the Wei Corporation a hard time. For a family conglomerate like the Wei Corporation, the will and safety of the actual controller accounted for a significant factor in the group’s stability.

They were currently at the Foothills Villa. He Xin and Wu Cheng had practically moved an entire private hospital into the villa. Wandering through any hallway, one could see hurried medical staff.

They had to find a way to save Wei Yuzhi’s scent gland.

“What do you plan to do about Gu Yansheng…?” He Xin asked what he considered the most important question at the moment.

It was almost a consensus among everyone not to involve Wen Zhiyi’s apartment complex in any grudges. On the night of the incident, Wei Yuzhi’s entire security team was stationed at the complex. As long as the car drove in, Wei Yuzhi was safe, but he definitely would have instructed Wu Cheng to drive away. Gu Yansheng had aimed at this precise point when he temporarily betrayed their alliance.

“What day is it today?” Wei Yuzhi seemed oblivious to He Xin’s question, asking another one in a somewhat hoarse voice.

He Xin raised his hand to look at his wristwatch. His hands were usually casually tucked into his suit trousers pockets. This movement caused the hem of his suit to roll up slightly, making his professional, capable demeanor seem somewhat casual: “The Peking University forum is in four hours. You can still make it if you leave now.”

Wei Yuzhi lowered his gaze to the IV drip tube in the back of his hand. Even with a significant dosage of painkillers, he could still feel the tearing pain in the back of his neck. The person who knows their body best is always oneself. He already had a rough judgment on whether this tissue could be preserved.

The explosion, a symbol of destruction, had only passed a few hours ago in Wei Yuzhi’s perception.

Only a few hours had passed since he brushed against death.

Therefore, he had to see Wen Zhiyi.

“…” Wei Yuzhi looked at the wheelchair pushed in front of him, and, uncharacteristically, frowned and questioned in an inquiring tone: “Do I have to use a wheelchair?”

Wu Cheng, who had hobbled in with a broken tibia, struggled to maintain his balance: “Boss, you could also order a custom cane, like me.”

Wei Yuzhi silently got into the wheelchair.

On the way to Peking University, Wei Yuzhi simultaneously looked at the week’s worth of accumulated documents on his tablet and listened to He Xin’s reports and arrangements. During his coma, He Xin had swiftly implemented a series of contingency and counterattack measures. As long as he woke up ready to move, all problems would be solved. He Xin always had confidence in his boss.

Wu Cheng, whose calf bone was fractured by the shockwave, sat with them in the back seat, craning his neck forward and repeatedly cursing Gu Yansheng: “This is the first time I’ve wanted to kill someone this badly. Damn it, he’s more sinister than I am! I won’t be Wu if I don’t take him down!”

He Xin felt a headache from the noise and silently shifted his gaze to the scenery flashing by outside the window.

Gu Yansheng.

Wei Yuzhi chewed the name in his heart, sneering as if tasting blood.

The car quickly arrived at Peking University.

He Xin slowly pushed the wheelchair that Wei Yuzhi was sitting in. Peking University had specially put up banners and streamers along the route to welcome them. Several members of the university board walked alongside them, chatting cheerfully. Regardless of how cold and arrogant Wei Yuzhi’s personality was, he maintained basic politeness and socialized in this setting.

An Honorary Alumnus arriving in a wheelchair for a forum was obviously unusual, but the board members continued their chatter as if nothing was wrong until He Xin indicated that CEO Wei wanted to wander around on his own.

Wu Cheng took on the social responsibility, chatting and laughing gracefully with the official Peking University personnel, moving further and further away from Wei Yuzhi to give his boss time to achieve his goal for coming here.

He Xin pushed Wei Yuzhi to the Law School building where the forum was being held and took the elevator up to the fifth floor. A group of graduate and doctoral students preparing to present that day were already gathered outside the venue, all dressed in formal attire, pacing anxiously and nervously.

Although Wei Yuzhi was extremely low-key, only bringing He Xin with him, his exceptionally striking appearance and demeanor, combined with the wheelchair, still attracted a large number of glances when he appeared outside the venue.

He motioned for He Xin to push him into a corner of the corridor outside the venue, then began to search for the purpose of his trip.

He was not disappointed.

Wen Zhiyi was also wearing a suit. He was leaning casually against the corridor railing. The perfectly straight shoulder line was highlighted by the neatly ironed shirt, tracing a smooth, perfect curve from his shoulder and back down to his waist, where it was cinched by a leather belt with a metal buckle. The nicely draped suit trousers were like a delicate ribbon around a bouquet, meticulously and gently outlining the young Beta’s full, youthful body. Every fold and shadow made those prominently long legs appear well-proportioned and beautifully defined.

He saw Gu Yansheng standing next to Wen Zhiyi, chatting with a very casual, low laugh.

Wen Zhiyi’s expression was very relaxed, unlike the inexplicable tension and resistance he always carried in front of Wei Yuzhi.

Wei Yuzhi’s excellent eyesight allowed him to interpret the content of their conversation by lip-reading.

Gu Yansheng: “…So after all these things, will you still treat me as a friend?”

Wen Zhiyi seemed to be contemplating. After a moment’s pause, Wei Yuzhi saw him say: “After all, you were with me for over a decade.”

Wei Yuzhi slowly clenched his hand on the armrest, his expression blank, until his fingers dug deeply into his skin.

He suddenly felt an agonizing pain. The severe pain from his scent gland made it almost impossible for him to maintain his sitting posture. He had long known he had been absent from Wen Zhiyi’s life for many years, but this was the first time he realized that someone else’s presence had been there throughout those years.

Even without love, Gu Yansheng was Wen Zhiyi’s friend. But without this marriage, what was Wei Yuzhi?

An indescribable heavy blow suddenly struck Wei Yuzhi’s heart. He realized with a sense of utter devastation: Today is the last day of the divorce cooling-off period.