Chapter 224: Speechless

【System notification: Outdoor temperature minus 502 degrees, Lin Guodong and his daughter's body surface temperature too low, existence of risk of death from hypothermia.】

Lin Chen glanced at the two huddled together on the ground, lifting his chin toward the replicated warriors beside him.

Two warriors immediately stepped forward, one supporting Lin Guodong's arm,

one holding Lin Xiaoxiao, dragging the two into the temporary insulation room nearby. The air conditioner in the insulation room was turned to maximum power, warm air blowing, the thermometer needle on the wall slowly climbing up.

Lin Guodong was thrown to the ground, his back touching the warm floor, his consciousness clearing up slightly.

He coughed a few times, spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva, and turned to look at Lin Chen who had followed him in,

his eyes no longer having fear, only numb hatred remaining. Lin Xiaoxiao lay beside him, her face pale, lips dry and cracked, still trembling slightly.

"You wanted to kill us, didn't you?

Why didn't you continue?

" Lin Guodong's voice was as hoarse as a broken gong; every time he said a word,

his throat felt a stinging pain, "Freezing us into ice sculptures, or letting your people beat us to death, wouldn't that be more straightforward?"

Lin Chen leaned against the door frame, arms crossed, his gaze falling on him, without speaking.

"You don't dare?

" Lin Guodong laughed, the laughter carrying thick mockery,

"You are a coward!

You only know how to bully people like us who have no weapons; do you dare to go fight Zhou Bao to the death? You don't dare! You only know how to vent your anger on us!"

Lin Chen's brows furrowed, still without speaking.

"Do you think you're very powerful?

Do you think you're a savior?

" Lin Guodong stared at him, a flash of pleasure in his eyes, struggling to climb up, but because of the wounds all over his body,

falling heavily to the ground again, "You are a lunatic! You killed my wife,

you humiliated me and my daughter; you and the Iron Hand Group people, and Zhou Bao, there is no difference! All are the same beasts!"

These words were like a hammer, smashing into Lin Chen's heart. His face sank,

his chest heaving violently, but he couldn't find words to refute. He was indeed retaliating,

indeed venting his hatred for the Iron Hand Group on the Lin Guodong father and daughter.

He looked at those eyes of Lin Guodong filled with hatred, and for the first time felt that his own actions might really be no different from those people.

"Why aren't you speaking anymore?

" Lin Guodong stared at him, a flash of pleasure in his eyes, "Did I hit the mark?

You are a thing born without a mother and raised without a mother; your heart is full of dark things,

you can't stand others doing well! You deserve to have your biscuits snatched away, deserve to almost starve to death in the snow!"

"Shut up!" Lin Chen finally couldn't hold back, roaring, and rushed up to kick Lin Guodong in the chest.

Lin Guodong let out a muffled groan, flying backward, hitting the wall, and sliding to the ground again.

He spat out a large mouthful of blood, but still laughed, looking at Lin Chen: "You only have this much ability; you only know how to hit people, you can't argue with me at all!"

Lin Chen was completely enraged; he rushed up, grabbing Lin Guodong's collar,

and punched his face one after another. The sound of fists hitting flesh was dull and harsh,

Lin Guodong's face quickly swelling up, his nose and mouth bleeding. But he didn't beg for mercy, instead reaching out, clutching Lin Chen's hair tightly, pulling down with force.

The two wrestled together, rolling on the floor of the insulation room.

Lin Chen's face took several punches, the corners of his mouth splitting, fresh blood flowing down his chin.

Lin Guodong, although covered in wounds, acted as if he were crazy, using all his strength to resist.

His fingernails scratched Lin Chen's arm, leaving several deep bloody marks; his knee hit Lin Chen's stomach fiercely, making Lin Chen bend over in pain.

"Do you think you can beat me?

" Lin Guodong gasped for breath, looking at Lin Chen who was hunched over in pain, his eyes full of madness, "Even if I die, I'll drag you down with me!"

Lin Chen endured the pain, lifted his head, his eyes cold enough to scare people. He was just about to get up,

when Lin Guodong suddenly lifted his foot, kicking him fiercely in the chest.

This kick used all his strength; Lin Chen was caught off guard, his whole body flying backward, hitting the door of the insulation room, emitting a loud sound.

The door was hit and deformed; Lin Chen fell into the snow outside the door, the heat of his whole body instantly rolled away by the cold wind.

He struggled, wanting to climb up, but found a sharp pain coming from his chest,

as if something had shattered. He lifted his head to look at Lin Guodong in the insulation room; the other party was lying on the ground, staring at him tightly, madness flashing in his eyes.