Chapter 225: Aren't you quite the talker?

In the detention center beneath the Starfire Group headquarters, dim lights shone on mottled walls,

and the iron bars were bone-chillingly cold. Lin Hao was shoved into the innermost cell by two team members. The iron door locked with a "clang," and the sound of the bolt echoing through the empty corridor

made him tremble all over. He slumped onto the cold concrete floor, his hands still tied behind his back,

the rope cutting painfully into his wrists. He looked up at the team members outside the iron bars, but they turned and left without a word, their footsteps growing fainter until they vanished at the end of the corridor.

Lin Hao curled up in the corner, his eyes fixed on the iron door, his body unable to stop shaking.

The air in the detention center was damp and chilly, mixed with a faint, musty odor.

His teeth chattered incessantly, and his mind was filled with nothing but Lin Chen's icy gaze and the shove Lin Guodong had given him.

He didn't know how long he would be locked up, nor did he know how Lin Chen would deal with him.

Fear surged up like a tide, almost drowning him. He wanted to scream for help, but found his throat so dry he couldn't make a sound, only a weak whimper.

【System Prompt: Host's body temperature detected as abnormally high, heart rate 180 beats/minute, emotions in a state of rage. Immediate cooling recommended.】

At the entrance of the insulation room outside the detention center, Lin Chen fell into the snow, the sharp pain in his chest making his vision go black.

He braced himself against the ground to stand, but collapsed heavily back down. Inside the insulation room, Lin Guodong lay on the floor,

staring fixedly at him, his eyes full of crazed satisfaction. Lin Chen looked at him,

and his already cold gaze turned pitch black, like an abyss tempered in ice; even the surrounding wind and snow seemed to freeze for a moment.

Enduring the sharp pain, he slowly stood up and walked step by step toward the insulation room.

With every step, the pain in his chest intensified, yet his expression grew increasingly calm,

terrifyingly calm. Lin Guodong watched him enter and was about to mock him, but saw Lin Chen raise his hand, and an extreme chill instantly enveloped the entire insulation room.

"Absolute Zero." Lin Chen's voice lacked a shred of warmth.

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Guodong felt a bone-piercing cold spread from his right leg,

a cold that seemed to drill into the gaps of his bones, causing him to lose all sensation instantly.

He looked down and saw his right leg covered in a thick layer of ice, the ice shards spreading up his pant leg and quickly freezing to the top of his thigh.

He tried to struggle but found his right leg completely immobile. Fear instantly gripped his heart; he opened his mouth, but couldn't make a sound.

Lin Chen walked up to him, crouched down, and grabbed his hair, forcing him to look up. He looked into Lin Guodong's terrified eyes, a cold arc forming at the corner of his mouth, and slapped him hard across the face.

"Smack!"

The sound of the slap was crisp and loud, echoing in the insulation room. Lin Guodong's face swelled instantly, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth. He glared at Lin Chen, his eyes full of hatred, but fear kept him from making any move.

Lin Chen didn't stop; he held Lin Guodong's hair with his left hand and slapped him again and again with his right. The sound of slaps continued, each one accompanied by more swelling and blood on Lin Guodong's face.

"Smack! Smack! Smack!"

One hundred slaps, no more, no less.

When the hundredth slap landed, Lin Chen let go. Lin Guodong's face was swollen like a pig's head, blood flowed from his nose and mouth, and two teeth had been knocked out. He slumped on the ground, his breathing becoming weak. He looked at Lin Chen, the hatred in his eyes replaced by fear, leaving only deep despair.

Nearby, Lin Xiaoxiao, who had been curled up on the ground, watched Lin Chen slap her father and trembled in terror. When the hundredth slap landed, she could no longer bear it; her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.

Lin Chen looked at the unconscious Lin Xiaoxiao, then at the slumped Lin Guodong, his voice as cold as a winter wind: "Aren't you quite the talker?

Don't you think you're very impressive? Why aren't you saying anything now? You cursed me for being born without a mother's care, you cursed me for being a lunatic,

you cursed me for being a beast just like the Iron Hand Group, but what about you?

To save your own life, you pushed your daughter out as a human shield; to resurrect your wife, you were willing to be a dog. What kind of thing are you?"

His voice wasn't loud, but every word struck Lin Guodong's heart.

Lin Guodong opened his mouth, wanting to retort, but found he couldn't speak at all.

His throat felt blocked, and he could only make a rattling sound. He looked at Lin Chen's cold eyes and finally understood that he and Lin Chen were never opponents on the same level. All his resistance, all his mockery, seemed as ridiculous as a clown in front of Lin Chen.

Lin Chen watched him speechless, the arc at the corner of his mouth turning even colder. He raised his hand, and a wave of warmth flowed from his fingertips onto Lin Guodong's right leg. The ice layer covering the leg melted rapidly, the bone-piercing cold gradually dissipated, and a faint sensation slowly returned to the limb. ===== CHAPTER 226 =====