Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record!

Is he still a web novel writer?

Ah spit!

What web novel writer could be this fierce?

But reality didn't allow him to think too much because he knew that the little girl in the tea room had already called the police.

He had to deal with Lin Chuan before the police arrived.

If he couldn't catch him alive, then he'd settle it on the spot!

With this thought in mind.

"Don't give him a chance to breathe!" the man in the blue T-shirt shouted in a deep voice, charging forward once again.

This time.

Everyone had put away their scornful hearts, their faces full of seriousness.

The man in the blue T-shirt and the other two men in black attacked Lin Chuan from the front and both flanks simultaneously, their offensive fierce and dense, immediately doubling the pressure on Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan quickly retreated two steps, causing the three men's attacks to miss, then immediately pressed forward to the left, swinging his knife horizontally. The man on the left blocked with his knife, but Lin Chuan's attack was even quicker than before. He instantly turned and landed a heavy backhand blow to the man's chest.

The man on the left let out a muffled grunt.

The two on the right and in front attacked in a flash, with Lin Chuan grabbing the man on the left and then kicking out towards the front, blocking the attack from the man in the blue T-shirt. He followed up with a high kick, directly hitting the wrist of the man on the right.

His knife flew out of his hand.

Seeing that the man now had no defense, Lin Chuan quickly stepped forward with his left leg and sent a powerful side kick into the chest of the man on the right.

Crack crack crack!

One, two, three, four... the ribs of the man on the right broke in succession, the sound of snapping ribs distinct and sharp in the quiet night.

After that, he was heavily kicked against the wall.

Crafts that filled the wall swiftly fell, landing on the man, the sound of metal and jade hitting his head, causing considerable damage.

Lin Chuan felt no remorse.

The antiques and treasures in the shop, including the crafts, were all insured.

"Cough cough cough..."

The man suddenly coughed violently, with blood quickly spilling from the corner of his mouth, and his head became woozy from the blows, his combat effectiveness dropping to a mere twenty percent.

Meanwhile, the man in the blue T-shirt couldn't care less, and signaled with his eyes to the person next to him, "You go into the tea room and pull that little girl out!"

"Alright!"

That person gave Lin Chuan a deep look, heading towards the tea room behind him.

The man in the blue T-shirt tightened his grip on the knife once more, and with a direct approach, leaned forward aggressively, his knife displaying a modern fighting style, thrusting whenever he saw an opening. He stepped forward and stabbed, hacked diagonally, and engaged in a clash of knives with Lin Chuan.

Then, with a backhand slice from above and turning to parry, he deflected Lin Chuan's knife and followed up with a spinning backhand slash.

Lin Chuan watched as the man in the blue T-shirt suddenly became fierce and immediately spun around to put some distance between them.

At this moment.

The man attempted to bypass Lin Chuan, edging closer to the tea room.

"You want to mess with Xinxin?"

Lin Chuan's eyes turned cold, and his knife came slashing down. The man raised his hand to block, but Lin Chuan's speed and skill were clearly far superior!

With just a swift right side kick to the knee joint, the man cried out in pain and half-knelt on the ground. Lin Chuan then delivered a fierce kick, sending the man sprawling forward in a heap.

Lin Chuan had no intention of letting him off, suddenly leaping and stamping both feet onto the man's back.

Pfft—

The man immediately spat out large mouthfuls of blood, and it was uncertain whether his ribs in front or the spine behind were still intact.

Lin Chuan didn't care.

All he cared about was the Little Landlady, Zhang Xinxin, in the tea room behind him.

These ten men wanting to kill or catch him, it didn't unsettle Lin Chuan's heart.

But when someone tried to harm Zhang Xinxin, Lin Chuan's eyes turned frosty cold.

Yes.

A surge of rage erupted in his heart!

Lin Chuan was gasping for breath, lifting his chilling eyes, like a tiger descending the mountain, staring intently at the leader in the blue T-shirt.

The broken cabinet, the flickering lights, and the assassin moaning on the ground.

In the entire Antique Shop, the air seemed to have solidified.

Not sure if it was because it was late at night or because of Lin Chuan, the man in the blue T-shirt felt his hair stand on end, his skin crawling with goosebumps, his heart beating rapidly, unable to calm.

He didn't dare to look directly into Lin Chuan's eyes!

These eyes... deep as an abyss, cold as a cellar, gave off the feeling of a demon descending upon the human world, very terrifying!

As a professional assassin, he had completed numerous tasks, both big and small.

This was the first time he encountered such a chilling situation!

He had never seen anyone with eyes like the man in front of him.

Even Old Bao from the Old Street Factory District in the Myanmar area, who made people quake in fear, had never given him this feeling.

The man in the blue T-shirt took heavy breaths, raising his eyes to look at Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan walked towards him step by step, with a smile on his lips, "Fellow colleague, you should know the consequences of failing a mission and being left behind."

"Fellow colleague?"

The man in the blue T-shirt's pupils shrank, his face suddenly startled, "What do you mean by 'fellow colleague'?"

"What do you think?"

Lin Chuan's face showed a hint of a smile.

The man in the blue T-shirt swallowed, his heart filled with alarm, "You're an assassin too?"

"You guessed right, but tonight, you, have to stay!"

Lin Chuan did not hesitate at all, chopping down decisively, the man in the blue T-shirt hurriedly dodged to the side, but Lin Chuan with a speed that was extremely fast, switched his grip and slashed horizontally at his back.

The man in the blue shirt took a blade to the back, grimacing in pain, suddenly stumbling forward.

Lin Chuan kicked him in the buttocks, sending him crashing into the cabinet, shattering the glass, his head bleeding profusely.

Another four or five men in black approached from both sides.

Lin Chuan parried with his knife, then using his arm, he forcefully launched a high side kick, slamming one of them heavily against a cabinet in the Antique Shop.

The man in the blue T-shirt tried to get up and head toward the door.

"You think you can just leave?" Lin Chuan, seeing this, kicked another man hard, who smashed down on top of the man in the blue T-shirt.

The remaining three were already weak in the knees, entirely unable to resist Lin Chuan.

A step-in side kick, a lunge kick followed, a spinning sweep!

All of them were down!

Even those with some fight left in them, Lin Chuan showed no mercy!

Toward these people, Lin Chuan would not be merciful!

At that moment.

Outside on East Street, a dense sound of sirens was heard.

The flashing lights illuminated the sky above East Street, and armed police and SWAT officers, with solemn faces, rushed into East Street with the fastest speed, heading toward the located Antique Shop.

— Goldstone Edge.

Meanwhile, a Mercedes-Benz GLC, ignoring the bumpy cobblestone road, had already arrived at the entrance of Goldstone Edge Antique Shop.

Shen Qianqian quickly got out from the driver's seat, rushing straight into the Antique Shop, muttering under her breath, "Lin Chuan, you must be okay!"

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