The Almighty Martial Arts System - Chapter 228

After leveling up, Jiang Fei checked the time and prepared to leave the Central Martial Arts Hall to pick up Bai Ruoxi from work.

Lately, whenever he had time, he’d taken on the role of her personal chauffeur.

But just as he was about to start the car, his phone rang—Ye Yuanyuan was calling.

“Jiang Fei, where are you right now?” Her voice carried an unusual urgency.

Jiang Fei, who had been zoning out, immediately snapped to attention. “Just left the Central Martial Arts Hall. Did you get a lead on the fugitive?”

“Yes!” She didn’t mince words. “I’m heading there now. If you want in, I’ll send you the address—actually, forget it. Just wait outside the hall. I’ll swing by and pick you up. Won’t take long!”

Before Jiang Fei could respond, the hot-tempered woman hung up, leaving him speechless.

Fortunately, Ye Yuanyuan moved fast. In about ten minutes, a massive, eye-catching off-road vehicle screeched to a halt in front of Jiang Fei’s Volvo.

The car’s design alone was enough to confirm its owner—after all, not many people in Beijing drove military-licensed beasts like this.

True to form, the moment the car stopped, Ye Yuanyuan leaned out from the driver’s seat. “Hop in. I’ll be driving fast—think you can keep up?”

“Lead the way. I’ll follow,” Jiang Fei replied.

His driving skills were solid. Though “professional racer” wasn’t one of his life skills, his enhanced physical attributes made everything easier. He might not rival top-tier racers, but among amateurs, he was elite.

Ye Yuanyuan nodded, then slammed the accelerator, her SUV launching forward like an arrow.

Somehow, this woman managed to make a rugged off-roader feel like a sports car.

Abandoned Factory, Western Suburbs

In a remote village on the outskirts of Beijing—one of the few remaining amid the city’s relentless urban sprawl—an old, two-story cement factory stood in decay.

The place hadn’t been operational in over a decade. Decades ago, it had been part of an industrial zone, but after environmental crackdowns in the 2000s, most polluting factories were either shut down or relocated.

That was how policy worked in China:

Strict enforcement in “face project” cities, but once you left those areas? Nobody cared. Pollute all you wanted.

Now, the abandoned factory was surrounded by a dozen black-clad operatives, moving with precision.

They weren’t decked out in full tactical gear like SWAT teams, and most only carried handguns—but their movements were faster, smoother, and more lethal than any special forces unit.

Snipers took positions on high ground, scopes trained on every door and window of the derelict building.

Jiang Fei and Ye Yuanyuan—dressed in a skin-tight leather outfit that made her look like a comic book heroine—exited the SUV and approached cautiously.

Ye Yuanyuan’s eyes were sharp with focus.

She couldn’t afford another failure. The mastermind behind her grandfather’s poisoning had already fled abroad, but this fugitive was a key lieutenant. Capturing him would sever one of the mastermind’s strongest limbs.

More importantly—she had to rescue her best friend, Mango.

Though Mango had been unwittingly manipulated into sabotaging Ye Yuanyuan’s last operation, leading to the mastermind’s escape, she wasn’t a traitor.

Ye Yuanyuan didn’t have many close friends. Mango—her childhood companion and classmate—was one of the few.

Cold and ruthless as she seemed, Ye Yuanyuan’s loyalty ran deep. She wouldn’t abandon Mango, no matter the mistakes.

“That the place?” Jiang Fei squinted at the factory.

The two-story structure, surrounded by overgrown weeds and crumbling ruins, was a nightmare for containment. If the fugitive bolted, pursuit would be messy.

“Yeah. Stay sharp—he’s armed,” Ye Yuanyuan said coldly.

They moved silently toward the building, but Jiang Fei suddenly frowned.

“Something’s off.”

“How?”

“You said this guy’s a top-tier expert. Your team’s good, but you really think he wouldn’t notice them?” Jiang Fei’s voice dropped. “It’s too quiet. Either he’s already gone… or he’s waiting for us.”

Ye Yuanyuan’s brow furrowed. “He’s definitely still here. My team’s been watching the place nonstop—no way he slipped out.”

“Then he knows we’re coming,” Jiang Fei concluded.

Ye Yuanyuan smirked. “Good. Saves me the trouble of hunting him down.”

She stepped out from cover, charging forward.

Jiang Fei hesitated but followed.

Seeing their signal, the black-clad operatives swarmed the factory, breaching doors and windows in sync.

Most of the team stormed inside, while a few remained outside as backup. The snipers kept their scopes locked, ready to eliminate any escape attempt.

“Let’s go!” Ye Yuanyuan whispered, about to rush in—

When Jiang Fei suddenly yanked her back, clamping a hand over her mouth and nose.

Before she could react, she saw the operatives near the entrance collapse, stumbling like drunkards before hitting the ground.

Thick white smoke billowed from the factory’s doors and windows—

Poison gas.

Not subtle, but deadly effective. A single breath could be fatal.

Then—

A mountain of a man burst from a second-floor window, landing with a ground-shaking thud despite holding a disheveled woman (Mango) like a ragdoll.

The drop was nearly five meters, but the brute didn’t even stagger.

He sprinted into the distance—

As the entire perimeter of the factory exploded, mines detonating in a chain reaction!