Chapter 660: Su Yuhong logs off

Don't move!

The short-haired thug, ruthlessly stepped on by Lin Dongfan, had his right cheek pressed to the ground; his skin was abraded by the rough concrete into a gritty feel, blood and dust mingling together.

More crucially, Lin Dongfan still held a bloodied knife in his hand.

As long as he swings the knife down.

He could send him straight to paradise in an instant!

This deadly threat drove the short-haired thug to the brink of collapse; he panicked and shouted at his lackeys: "Don't move! I told you not to move! Are you deaf? Damn it, drop your knives!"

The four remaining thugs ahead stared at each other, their machetes hanging loosely; only heavy breathing echoed in the passage, along with the distant rumble of traffic.

Lin Dongfan's back was soaked red with blood, yet his knife-wielding right hand remained steady as a rock.

Fall back!

Lin Dongfan brandished his knife, angrily pointing at the four street youths ahead.

As those four retreated, Lin Dongfan pulled out his phone from his pocket with his left hand and dialed Yang Qing at the Provincial Public Security Department.

Just as he was reporting the situation to Yang Qing, a sudden change occurred.

Behind him, a blond-haired youth who had been lying motionless on the ground suddenly snatched up the hollow steel pipe on the ground and thrust it at Lin Dongfan's back.

Dongfan, watch out!

Su Yuhong's scream instantly drowned out all sound in the underground passage.

She lunged at Lin Dongfan like a moth to flame, summoning all her strength to shove him aside; the next second, the hollow steel pipe pierced her abdomen with a puff.

In that instant.

That hollow steel pipe turned into a water pipe, except what flowed out was not water but blood.

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The scene fell into dead silence.

When the blond-haired youth pulled the steel pipe out, Su Yuhong gasped in pain, collapsed on the spot, and blood gushed from her abdomen.

Yuhong!!!

As he turned and saw Su Yuhong fall, Lin Dongfan's eyes nearly popped out of his head, his anguished howl echoing through the passage.

Instinctively he dropped to his knees, pressing on Su Yuhong's abdomen: "Hold on! Hold on..."

He tried to staunch the bleeding with pressure.

But it was useless; the wound was too deep and wide to staunch, and within moments it soaked Lin Dongfan's hands, leaving him panicked and helpless.

As the blood drained, Su Yuhong's face grew ever paler.

Yet a faint smile touched her lips.

She weakly lifted her right hand, attempting to caress Lin Dongfan's cheek: "If I could choose again… would you… marry me…"

Before she could finish, her hand never reached his face, and she fell silent.

The raised hand then dropped limp to the ground.

!!!

Lin Dongfan stared at Su Yuhong lying in a pool of blood, his eyes instantly bloodshot.

At this moment, his eyes blazed like molten lava; within the tear‑glimmering pupils burned a look called fury.

He did not let his tears fall to the dust, nor did he drown in grief, unable to pull himself free.

The next second, hell descended!

He tore off his red tie, tightly binding the knife hilt to his blood‑stained right hand, then slowly rose to his feet.

The short‑haired thug Lin Dongfan had just stepped on, and the blond youth who had stabbed Su Yuhong, had regrouped, standing together with the four street youths in front.

Seeing Su Yuhong dead on the spot, all six froze in shock, afraid to move.

Their orders from above were not to kill but to chop off one of Lin Dongfan's legs; causing a death instead panicked them greatly.

Now seeing Lin Dongfan undo his tie and wrap the knife hilt!

The six ahead heightened their alertness.

The blond youth warned Lin Dongfan: "Surname Lin, if you cut off your own leg we'll let you go. If you really want to fight, you won't gain any advantage—we outnumber you…"

Die!!!

Before the blond youth could react, Lin Dongfan had already swung his knife.

His speed was lightning‑fast.

In the next instant he was forced back two steps by a slash that left a half‑foot gash in his chest; before his cry could fade, Lin Dongfan backhanded another slash, cutting the blond youth's throat.

He knew how to bleed a man out, and his technique was more professional than the youth's.

Within less than two seconds, the blond youth clutched his bleeding throat, unable to make a sound; soon his legs gave way and he collapsed to the ground, silent.

Damn! Send him on his way!

The short‑haired thug now realized it was no longer about breaking a leg—it was a matter of life or death!

Under the short‑haired thug's lead, the remaining four lackeys surged forward.

They swung their knives wildly!

If Lin Dongfan before still had a hint of hesitation, now he was indistinguishable from a madman bereft of reason.

This must be what they call 'flipping one's lid for a beauty'.

His advantage lay in years of training—agile footwork and reflexes far surpassing ordinary thugs. The blade flashed, and another man clutched his bleeding neck as he fell.

All were one‑cut throat slashes!

Seeing Lin Dongfan's eyes blood‑red, killing as easily as slaughtering a chicken without blinking, the short‑haired thug turned pale with fright and tried to flee.

But his escape speed was a bit slow.

Lin Dongfan's shadow moved like a ghost through the passage; in the blink of an eye he had the short‑haired thug in a chokehold, then slashed sideways with his knife.

The entire underground passage fell completely silent, as dead as a tomb.

The last three social youths, seeing this scene, were all trembling with fear, neither daring to run nor to approach Lin Dongfan.

One of them fell to his knees with a plop, threw down his knife and pleaded: "Brother, spare us—we had no choice……

……!!!

Lin Dongfan remained silent; even if the grim reaper had descended, it could not be worse. He held the blood‑dripping knife and stepped toward the kneeling pleader.

Just as he swung the knife to mete out punishment.

From behind came Yang Qing's urgent shout: "Pretentious fan, calm down! Don't act recklessly, put the knife down!" Yang Qing, accompanied by several police officers, came running all the way.

The knife in Lin Dongfan's hand had already been swung halfway into the air.

Hearing Yang Qing's voice.

Lin Dongfan seemed to be under a paralysis spell; as he hesitated with the knife raised, Yang Qing rushed forward, grabbed his right arm, and wrested the knife away.

"Thank you, thank you for sparing us, thank you."

The kneeling youths, relieved to be alive, eagerly kowtowed several times to Lin Dongfan.

The keen‑nosed Yang Qing had already smelled it: the scene reeked not only of blood but also of a foul urine odor, which was emanating from the crotches of the kneeling youths.

Yang Qing gave that coward a sideways glance, then ordered his men to seal off the scene.

By rough estimate, four people died on the spot and nine were seriously injured. Lin Dongfan also suffered severe wounds—blade cuts on his back, arms, and legs.

What pained Yang Qing most was seeing Su Yuhong already lying in a pool of blood, her life gone.

Even if Yang Qing guessed with his buttocks, he could tell: Lin Dongfan had surely lost control and gone on a killing spree only after Su Yuhong's death.

Yang Qing pulled Lin Dongfan aside and urged him solemnly: "Try to move on—people cannot come back from death, you must not lose your reason……"

"Don't say more—do whatever you think you should do."

Lin Dongfan voluntarily held out his hands, waiting calmly for the cold handcuffs.

Yang Qing felt heartbroken and speechless.