Chapter 223: Half-Dead

The open ground on the west side of the safe zone was cleared out, Starfire Group team members standing in lines around the area,

the barrels of the weapons in their hands pointing downward, their gazes falling squarely on Lin Guodong and Lin Xiaoxiao in the center of the field.

Lin Chen walked over, stepping on the snow, followed by Li Wei and several core members,

every step making the snow creak. Logistics team members carried over a bag of grain and placed it at Lin Chen's feet; the sack was bulging, printed with the Iron Hand Group's logo.

【System notification: Detected Lin Guodong's heart rate 150 beats/minute, Lin Xiaoxiao's heart rate 130 beats/minute, both in a state of severe fear.】

Lin Chen bent down, lifted the bag of grain with one hand, the weight of the grain making his arm somewhat heavy,

but he didn't change his expression, walking to Lin Guodong and smashing the grain at his feet violently.

The sack landed with a dull thud, splashing a spray of snow, Lin Guodong trembling all over from fear,

subconsciously taking a step back, almost tripping. Lin Xiaoxiao clutched his hem tightly, hiding behind him, revealing half a face, her eyes full of terror.

"Still remember this?" Lin Chen's voice wasn't high, but it clearly reached everyone's ears,

"Back then, when you and the Iron Hand Group people snatched the last bag of biscuits from me, you threw it on the ground just like this."

Lin Guodong lowered his head, not daring to speak, his shoulders trembling violently. On the grain bag at his feet, the snow that had landed on it was melting, soaking the surface of the sack, spreading a dark-colored trace.

"Why aren't you speaking?

" Lin Chen took a step forward, looking down at him, the chill in his eyes almost freezing people, "You kind of thing, born without a mother and raised without a mother, are you qualified to talk about conditions? Are you qualified to beg me to resurrect your wife?"

This sentence was like a knife quenched in ice, stabbing fiercely into Lin Guodong's heart.

He lifted his head abruptly, his eyes full of bloodshot veins, but didn't dare look directly into Lin Chen's eyes.

Lin Xiaoxiao, hiding behind him, was frightened by this sentence, tears instantly welling up,

she released the hem she was clutching, took a small step forward, and choked out: "Don't scold my daddy anymore!"

Lin Chen's gaze fell on Lin Xiaoxiao; the child's face was frozen red,

tears streaming down her cheeks, soon freezing into ice dregs. He didn't have the slightest movement,

instead sneering, his gaze turning back to Lin Guodong: "Listen, your daughter has more guts than you. What about you? You only know how to kneel and beg for mercy, only know how to push your daughter out as a shield."

Lin Guodong's chest heaved violently, the fear and humiliation accumulated in his heart suddenly erupting,

he lifted his head and roared at Lin Chen: "You are the one born without a mother and raised without a mother! You killed my wife, you humiliated me, you used me; what is the difference between you and the Iron Hand Group people!"

As soon as these words came out, the team members around them stirred instantly, clutching the weapons in their hands tightly.

Li Wei stepped forward, just about to scold, but was stopped by Lin Chen raising his hand.

Lin Chen looked at Lin Guodong, the arc of his mouth becoming colder and colder: "Very good, finally dare to speak. I thought you would only wag your tail and beg for pity like a dog for the rest of your life."

He raised his hand and shouted into the communicator: "Everyone gather, and bring over the three hundred replicated warriors."

A neat response came from the communicator; not long after, three hundred replicated warriors wearing uniform tactical gear walked over,

standing together with the original team members, surrounding Lin Guodong and Lin Xiaoxiao.

The gazes of more than three hundred people focused on the two, carrying undisguised coldness; Lin Xiaoxiao cried out 'wa' in terror, and Lin Guodong also panicked, subconsciously protecting his daughter in his arms.

"Beat them, beat them until they are half-dead, don't kill them." Lin Chen's voice didn't carry a trace of emotion.

As soon as the words fell, several team members and replicated warriors rushed up. Lin Guodong hugged his daughter,

curling up on the ground, using his back to block the punches and kicks. A muffled groan came from his mouth,

but he protected Lin Xiaoxiao in his arms tightly, not letting her suffer any harm.

Punches landed on his back, hurting so much his vision went black, his bones feeling like they were about to shatter, but he gritted his teeth, not making a sound. Lin Xiaoxiao's crying grew louder and louder, shouting 'Daddy', 'Save me', but no one stopped.

Don't know how much time passed, Lin Chen raised his hand and shouted stop. The people who rushed up retreated immediately,

returning to the formation. Lin Guodong and Lin Xiaoxiao lay in the snow, covered in wounds,

their clothes torn to shreds. Lin Guodong's mouth was bleeding,

his consciousness somewhat blurred, Lin Xiaoxiao lying on his back, crying in hiccups.

Both of them were covered in snow and mud, and a fishy, urine-like smell permeated the air—the smell of incontinence.

Lin Chen lifted his chin toward two replicated warriors; the warriors immediately stepped forward,

one grabbing Lin Guodong's arm, one grabbing Lin Xiaoxiao's collar, lifting the two up,

and throwing them into the air with force. The bodies of the two drew an arc in the air,

Lin Xiaoxiao's scream piercing through the wind and snow, Lin Guodong's eyes full of despair.

Just as the two were about to fall heavily to the ground, Lin Chen suddenly activated his ability, a cold chill wrapping around their bodies, suspending them in mid-air.

The cold chill of minus 502 degrees instantly invaded their bodies; Lin Guodong and Lin Xiaoxiao's bodies trembled violently,

the sound of their teeth chattering clearly audible. Their skin turned pale rapidly,

their breathing becoming weaker and weaker, the light in their eyes dissipating bit by bit,

as if they could stop breathing at any moment. Lin Xiaoxiao's crying had turned into a weak whimper, and Lin Guodong's mouth only had a weak breath left.

Half a minute passed, Lin Chen raised his hand, a force pulling the two back to the ground,

falling heavily into the snow. The two lay on the ground, gasping for breath,

as if they had walked through the gates of hell, their whole bodies soaked in cold sweat, shivering from the cold.

Lin Chen walked to them, crouched down, looking at Lin Guodong's unfocused eyes, a strange smile curling his lips. The blackening gene in his body surged, a violent emotion rushing up, and he cursed in a low voice: "Well done."

【System notification: Detected host's blackening gene activity level increased to 80%, suggest suppressing emotions to avoid losing control.】

【System notification: Lin Guodong's vital signs stable, Lin Xiaoxiao's vital signs slightly decreased, no life danger.】

Lin Chen shouted at the system in his heart, but didn't receive any response. He shouted again,

still a dead silence. The system's notification sound disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

He lifted his head to look at the sky, the wind and snow still raging, snowflakes falling on his face,

cold and bone-chilling. The team members and replicated warriors around stood straight, no one speaking, the entire open ground quiet, only the howling of the wind and snow remaining. Lin Guodong lay in the snow, looking at Lin Chen's feet, his eyes full of fear and despair, not even daring to have a trace of thought of resistance. Lin Xiaoxiao had cried until she was tired, lying on his back, breathing slightly, her eyes tightly closed.