Chapter 308: A Ruthless Character Who Has Spent Too Long in the Underworld

Several people scattered in all directions, dispersing like birds and beasts.

Fang Jin was anxious to protect the books, and in his sudden panic, he tripped over his own feet and fell flat on the ground.

Lin Sicheng had already stepped out, preparing to go over and pull him up. But with a "screech," the van actually grazed Fang Jin's feet and swerved?

Lin Sicheng sighed: Damn it, are they coming for me?

No sooner said than done, in the blink of an eye, the van was less than ten meters away from him.

Seeing that he was the only one left in the middle of the road, the van drove even faster. Like a giant beast, it drove straight toward Lin Sicheng.

The road was only this wide, and straight too. On both sides were warehouses with locked doors; there was nowhere to run.

Of the five people, four of them turned pale.

Except for Lin Sicheng.

He suddenly turned around and ran toward the wall. His speed was extremely fast, like an arrow released from a bowstring.

Just as they thought he wanted to hide by the wall, with a "thud," the van mounted the curb, its engine emitting a piercing roar.

Of course, a person couldn't outrun a car; being hit was only a matter of time. Two big men had already opened the car doors, holding knives and steel pipes in their hands, just waiting for him to be hit so the people in the car could swarm out and hack away.

The chase grew closer and closer, closer and closer; Lin Sicheng lunged diagonally.

The driver was stunned for a moment: Is this guy scared stupid? That's a wall, damn it!

In a flash, the accelerator was floored, and the car went even faster. Seeing that the person was about to hit the wall and the car was about to hit the person, Lin Sicheng suddenly leaped.

The driver was violently startled, and the eyes of the big man sitting in the front passenger seat bulged: A person, actually able to go up a wall?

Lin Sicheng really did go up the wall: without the slightest deceleration, he charged straight at it. Just as he was about to collide, he leaped, stepped with his left foot, and then stepped again with his right.

Just by stepping on the brick wall twice, Lin Sicheng had already vaulted up nearly two meters, his right hand reaching out lightly to hook onto the door beam of the warehouse.

The driver hadn't reacted at all, his foot still on the accelerator; by the time he realized it, the car door was less than two meters from the wall.

With a loud "thud," the Jinbei Van hit the corner of the warehouse door pillar precisely. The big man in the passenger seat lunged forward with a "whoosh," slamming his head into the windshield.

"Clatter..."

A van full of people, turned upside down.

Looking at the van with its front end caved in from the impact, and looking at Lin Sicheng hanging by one hand from the door beam, swaying slightly like a pendulum, the few of them were all stunned.

Xu Qin was full of disbelief: That moment was as dangerous as it could possibly be. Just one second... no, maybe half a second, and Lin Sicheng would have been crushed against the wall by the van.

Looking at the van, whose front end looked like it had been gouged out by a knife and was emitting white smoke, and then looking at the big man who had smashed through the windshield and was hanging half his body out of the car window, already unconscious, one knew just how great the force of the impact was.

A tiny bit closer, and Lin Sicheng would have been squeezed into a meat patty.

Jing Zeyang stared with wide eyes and an open mouth, as if he had seen a ghost: "Cousin Lin, can fly..."

Tang Nan Yan was stunned and lost in thought: That wasn't flying, that was martial arts; that was the leaping technique from Xingyi Fist.

She had practiced for nearly twenty years and hadn't learned it...

Just as she was dazed, Tang Nan Yan gave a start.

That one collision had crippled the one in the passenger seat; including the driver, there were still over a dozen people in the van.

They had only tumbled about and scraped a bit of skin, but in the blink of an eye, they climbed up, grabbed their knives and clubs, and got out of the car.

Seeing Tang Nan Yan clenching her fists and charging forward, Jing Zeyang suddenly came to his senses, let out a strange cry, and followed.

Fang Jin took off his bag, hung it around Xu Qin's neck, and also charged up.

Xu Qin was dumbfounded.

With Jing Zeyang and Fang Jin's physiques, could they withstand a single punch from those people?

Not to mention that the others were holding knives?

And Tang Nan Yan, that's right, you've practiced martial arts, but you're empty-handed, while they have steel pipes or knives in their hands; if you risk your life to take a hit, how many can you take?

Cursing secretly, she scrambled to take out her phone. Just as she found the number for the Police Station, Lin Sicheng gave a sharp shout: "Officer Tang, don't come over, run!"

"Whoever runs is a damn coward..." Jing Zeyang had only roared half the sentence when he let out an "ouch" and covered his head.

Who the hell threw a rock at me?

As he was cursing, his pupils shrank again: Lin Sicheng straightened his waist and actually flipped backward. His feet hooked onto the edge of the beam, his whole body pressed against the door beam.

The key was that he was actually able to free up one hand to break off chunks of cement from the edge of the beam. The piece that had just hit Jing Zeyang's head was the one he had thrown.

He even had time to spare to curse: "Brother Jing, is your brain broken? Instead of coming over to die and be a burden, you'd be better off hiding far away and calling for help."

"Officer Tang, you too: is it comfortable to rush over and take a couple of knife stabs?"

As he spoke, he held a piece of cement and pointed at the group of thugs holding knives and clubs: "Don't come over, all of you. If you come over, I'll throw, and I'm super accurate with rocks..."

The two of them stood frozen halfway there, neither charging nor retreating. Fang Jin followed behind them, his lips moving, not knowing what to say.

What they found amazing was that Lin Sicheng could actually stick to the eaves like a spider?

This was certainly amazing, but what was most incomprehensible was Lin Sicheng's current expression, posture, and tone of voice.

It felt as if the people standing below weren't a group of thugs with knives, but a few naughty children wanting to throw mud at him.

Look at the scene below:

Some were jumping up with all their might to hack at him with knives, some were throwing knives upward. Others were looking for rope, wanting to tie the knives and steel pipes together, and still others were looking for a ladder, wanting to rush up and hack at him.

And there was that smoking van, as well as the big man who had been dragged out from the front window and pulled to the side of the road, his head covered in blood... with this kind of situation, who wouldn't be afraid?

Yet Lin Sicheng was damn calm...

Tang Nan Yan took out her phone: "Jing Zeyang, what are you staring for? Why aren't you calling to have Yan Wenjing bring people over..."

"Oh, oh..." Jing Zeyang nodded vigorously, flipping through the numbers, "I'll kill these sons of bitches... hiss, wait, you told me to call Brother Yan, then who are you calling?"

Tang Nan Yan gritted her teeth: "I'm calling my uncle... I'll just say, there are a lot of people chasing me with knives!"

Holy crap?

Jing Zeyang's eyelids twitched: "Don't mess around, how could the military be that easy to bring out?"

"What do you know?" Tang Nan Yan bit her lip and looked at the precarious Lin Sicheng, "If we're any slower, that knife will stab him... I didn't say to let my uncle come in person, I'm having him call the leaders and the Municipal Bureau!"

Jing Zeyang froze: It's over, this bunch of bastards is truly done for...

And Brother Yan, he's likely going to be in deep trouble this time.

But he can't blame anyone else, he can only blame himself: Lin Sicheng said it so clearly, yet he refused to believe it...

As these thoughts turned, he quickly dialed the number, and just as it went through, Tang Nan Yan let out a cry of alarm.

Jing Zeyang's face turned pale, his eyes staring blankly.

Fang Jin was so scared he shuddered, his legs going weak.

Xu Qin was so anxious her voice changed: "A gun... Inspector Li, they have a gun..."

There was a pause on the phone: "Xiao Xu, we will be there immediately..."

Then it hung up, and the air seemed to have frozen solid.

A wooden stock, double-barreled, the barrels and stock wrapped in cloth, one end of the barrels showing signs of having been sawed off, the pitch-black muzzle pointed straight at Lin Sicheng.

"You've got guts, not only did you not run, you even dared to rush over? Tsk, this is your man, right..."

Looking at Tang Nan Yan, who was clenching her fists and eager to try, the big man said with a cold face, "I don't hit women, but I do hit men. If you dare to take another step forward, I'll pull the trigger... Come on, guess how many bullets your man can take?"

Tang Nan Yan's face turned white, her fingers trembling slightly.

The big man turned his head back again, looking at Lin Sicheng: "I'll count to three!"

Lin Sicheng sighed: "Do you know what the nature of using a gun in Beijing is?"

"Bullshit, of course I fucking know!" The big man sneered, "Then do you fucking know that if I lose millions in goods, how many times my whole family will have to die?"

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment.

If you aren't ruthless and vicious, you can't be a Jianzuo; if they say they'll kill your whole family, they will, whether it's an opponent or their own people.

If the goods aren't recovered, his whole family will die. At a time like this, telling him that this matter has nothing to do with you is absolutely useless.

"Fine, I'm coming down!" Lin Sicheng nodded, "Let them go..."

"Who the fuck are you stalling, do you think I'm just farting?" The man sneered, pulled the bolt, and aimed at Lin Sicheng: "One..."

Before the word "two" could even leave his mouth, Lin Sicheng suddenly let go. His toes had just left the beam edge when his body flipped, turning from facing up to facing down.

The big man hadn't reacted at all, still thinking: What if I count to three and this kid still doesn't come down?

In any case, he couldn't drag it out too long, he had to run in two minutes at most, otherwise they'd all be blocked here by the Police...

The group of subordinates was even less prepared: they were only told they were helping someone collect a debt, and that if they caught up, they should feel free to hack away, just don't kill anyone.

But nothing was said about using a gun?

Having spent so long in the underworld, who among those present didn't know the consequences of using a gun in Beijing?

Huh, that's not right... where did Jiu Ge get a gun?

The leader was just pondering a solution, and the group of subordinates was shocked and suspicious; no one expected that after only counting "one," Lin Sicheng would jump down.

How long does it take to jump down from a height of over four meters?

Less than a second.

It was a true surprise; by the time they realized it, the person had already pounced onto their heads. Two men instinctively raised their weapons, but before they could hack down, they suddenly felt pain in their faces.

One was hit by a stone, and the other took a heavy punch.

With two screams, Lin Sicheng landed in the crowd, crouched down on the spot, and rammed into them fiercely.

The big man holding the gun was still craning his neck to look, thinking that even if this bastard didn't break a bone falling from such a height, he'd at least be crippled.

Suddenly, two subordinates screamed and fell backward violently.

Immediately after, the burly man standing in front of him seemed to fly up, crashing into him hard.

The leader didn't have time to dodge, nor was there anywhere to dodge, and he was hit head-on.

His back hit the ground hard, he let out an "Ouch," and just as a "fuck" reached his lips, a foot stomped heavily onto the wrist holding the gun.

"Crack," it sounded as crisp as snapping a cucumber, a piercing pain shot through his nerves, and the big man screamed in agony.

"My... my hand..."

Before he could finish the sentence, the gun was in Lin Sicheng's hand. He spun it around and pointed it at the group of men rushing over with knives.

It was as if they had installed brakes under their feet; the group stopped on the spot: What the hell?

A second ago, the boss was pointing a gun at someone, and the next second, the gun was snatched away?

Huh... wait, where's the boss?

The group of thugs stood there, not daring to move, but Lin Sicheng's face turned dark as he held the gun: he'd been tricked.

This thing looked like a gun, the weight was the same as a gun, the steel pipes were real steel pipes, and the stock was a real wooden stock,

but it was just two steel pipes tied to a wooden stock with cloth strips. There was no chamber, no firing pin, and not even a trigger.

The problem was, who could have X-ray vision to know that what was wrapped under the cloth strips was actually a fake gun?

Thinking from their perspective: this group was out for his life, the van had floored it to hit him, and there were knives, clubs, and a shotgun—it wasn't strange at all.

This is going to be bad...

Just as he was shocked and suspicious, the leader roared: "Idiots, use your brains! Where would I get a gun? That's a fake gun... Hack him for me, five thousand per slash!"

The burly men froze for a moment, then pounced like wolves and tigers.

There was no time to think; Lin Sicheng grabbed the gun barrel and swung it.

"Thud..."

It hit a man square in the forehead, and he let out an "Ah" and fell backward.

He swung again, "Bang," and another man clutched his neck and crouched down.

But including the leader, only four had fallen, and there were still over ten standing; not only were they in front, but there were more behind him.

Is he going to take a few stabs today?

As this thought crossed his mind, he knocked down another one, and a muffled grunt came from behind him.

A burly man's blade was just about to hack toward the back of Lin Sicheng's neck when, in a flash, a brick flew in from behind and struck the burly man's occiput with perfect precision.

A moment later, a long ponytail whipped up with a "whoosh" as she sprinted over.

"Stinking bitch, tired of living?"

A big man sneered, raised a steel pipe, and met her head-on; just as he was about to bring it down on Tang Nan Yan, his vision suddenly blurred.

Where did she go?

Huh, she crouched down?

While he was still stunned, Tang Nan Yan suddenly rose, her right elbow slamming fiercely into the man's lower abdomen.

The man's eyes bulged wildly, and his waist bent instinctively.

A pair of fair hands pressed down on his head, and a knee struck heavily against his face.

"Ah..."

Having just floored one, she heard footsteps behind her; Tang Nan Yan didn't even turn her head, crouching on the spot to deliver a rear sweep.

"Thud..." Another one down.

Clean, crisp, beautiful...

Over there, Lin Sicheng had also knocked one down.

Out of fifteen or sixteen in total, not even two minutes had passed, and nearly half were already down?

But who the hell could have guessed this kid had trained? And even less expected that the woman could fight so well?

The problem was, if this dragged on any longer, let alone kidnapping the target, they might not even be able to escape themselves...

The leader clutched his wrist and gritted his teeth hard: "Hack his woman, hack her to death... ten thousand per blade!"

Suddenly, four or five men charged toward Tang Nan Yan.

The man who had been kneed by Tang Nan Yan crawled up, his nose crooked and his face covered in blood.

He wiped his face, spat out two broken teeth, pulled a dagger from his back waist, and charged up as well.

Lin Sicheng swept his gaze over and shouted urgently: "Right waist, sharp knife!"

Tang Nan Yan turned abruptly, her pupils constricting.

A sharp knife was less than half a meter away from her.

It wasn't a square-tipped machete, but that kind of elongated pointed dagger; it wasn't for hacking, but for stabbing.

In an instant, every hair on Tang Nan Yan's body stood on end, and her brain went "buzz."

Her body's instinctive reaction surpassed the speed of her brain's thought process, and her hands reached out to grab the blade reflexively.

But grabbing it was useless.

Tang Nan Yan's knee strike just now had broken the man's nasal bone and shattered two front teeth, leaving the man dizzy with pain. His mind was filled with only one thought: kill this woman.

He gripped the hilt and lunged forward with almost all his strength...

At the critical moment, "whoosh," the fake gun flew over, tumbling through the air.

"Thud," the wooden stock struck the man's forehead; the man staggered, and the tip of the knife missed Tang Nan Yan's waist by a hair's breadth.

Immediately, a dark shadow leaped up like a flying figure, kicking toward the man's lower abdomen.

"Bang," the man's feet left the ground, and he flew backward.

At the same time, a steel pipe and two machetes came hacking down.

Lin Sicheng had nowhere to hide, and he couldn't dodge.

He blocked with his left arm, taking a blade to his upper arm, then jerked his body to the side, dodging the blade aimed at his left cheek.

But the blade came too fast; he didn't dodge cleanly and was slashed on the back.

Simultaneously, the steel pipe smashed toward his forehead; Lin Sicheng's right hand flew upward to prop it up, gripping the pipe.

Just as the big man prepared to pull it back, he took a kick to the crotch and crouched down, screaming.

Lin Sicheng finally managed to catch his breath, feeling a stinging, burning pain in his left arm and back.

The cuts shouldn't be deep; the injuries shouldn't be too serious.

But likewise, the ones he had knocked down earlier weren't seriously injured either. They were already crawling up, preparing to pounce again.

If this drags on, will I die here today?

In a split second, another blade hacked toward his head; Lin Sicheng dodged to the side.

His gaze turned cold, and he swung the steel pipe with force; with a "crack," half of the man's face caved in.

He swung forward again; "crack," the arm of another man holding a blade snapped at a ninety-degree angle.

He thrust forward again, the steel pipe stabbing straight toward the third burly man's face. The man panicked and only had time to tilt his head.

The steel pipe hit his cheek, the cheek hit the teeth; with a "squelch," the sharp edge of the pipe sank into the flesh. Lin Sicheng pulled back, and a bloody hole appeared on the man's face.

Another blade hacked from the left; there was no time to parry, so Lin Sicheng stepped back, and once the blade swung past, he stepped forward again.

Like threading a needle, his left hand passed through the crook of the burly man's arm holding the blade, twisting in reverse, while his left foot kicked the man's knee pit.

Before the burly man could kneel, Lin Sicheng twisted with force.

It was like the technique the Police use to subdue criminals; Lin Sicheng only used one hand, but the burly man roared in pain.

When Lin Sicheng let go, the man's arm hung limp like a noodle.

The leader stood on the outermost edge, clutching his wrist, the flesh on his face twitching uncontrollably.

Fuck, forget about earning the Flower Bonus today, I might end up buried here.

But who the hell could have thought the target would be this thorny?

While he was still stunned, Lin Sicheng used the steel pipe again, shattering the knee of one of his subordinates.

Suddenly, the word "escape" occupied his entire mind. The leader glanced back twice, pondering where to run, then shouted at the top of his lungs: "Forget about that bitch, hack the pretty boy, twenty thousand per blade..."

Hack my ass?

Those nearby, sharp-eyed, though still waving their knives, were shouting, "Hack him to death... hack him to death..."

But they didn't dare move their feet at all.

It felt like just in the blink of an eye, this kid had floored five of them. Three were clutching their arms and legs, howling; one look and you knew their bones were broken.

Of the remaining two, one had half his face caved in, and the other had a hole the size of a thumb in his face, which was "gurgling" as blood bubbled out; you could even see the teeth inside.

And "two thousand per slash"... you have the life to earn it, but do you have the fucking life to spend it?

Only a few hot-headed youths who were far away actually dropped Tang Nan Yan and ran over.

Fine, I'll let you hack...

Lin Sicheng didn't dodge or evade, one strike of the rod per person.

Either smashing their faces or hitting the hand holding the knife, in the blink of an eye, he floored three more.

The leader was terrified, his face deathly pale, and he turned to run.

But how could he still get away?

Lin Sicheng quickly caught up and kicked him in the waist.

The leader stumbled and pitched forward. His hands instinctively went to catch the ground, but he forgot one hand was broken.

As soon as he hit the ground, a heart-piercing pain shot through his wrist, his arm went limp, and he smashed his head onto the ground.

Pain, fucking painful...

His face hurt, his hand hurt even more...

He propped himself up with his other hand and sat up: "I fuck your mother..."

Lin Sicheng didn't speak, his face devoid of any expression, and walked over slowly.

The leader was very afraid inside, but he wasn't prepared to yield.

Twenty-plus years of experience in the underworld told him: at a time like this, the more cowardly you are, the harder you get hit.

The so-called "barefoot aren't afraid of those wearing shoes"—could this pretty boy really dare to kill someone? At worst, he'd just take a beating.

But once he showed weakness, his reputation would be ruined; how would he get by in the future, and who would still come to him to settle scores?

He gritted his teeth, licked his numb cheek with the tip of his tongue, and with a "pfft," spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva. He thrust his forehead forward: "Kid, you're pretty good at fighting, right? Come on, hit your grandpa right here..."

"Either you beat me to death today, or I'll have your life later..."

"Is that so?"

Lin Sicheng nodded and looked him up and down: "A tough nut, playing the rogue?"

The leader gave a ferocious grin: "When I was being a tough nut, you were still in your daddy's crotch..."

Before he could finish speaking, a foot stomped down heavily.

It was the other hand, the one the leader was using to prop himself up on the ground.

"Crack!"

"My... hand... my hand... someone kill him for me..."

Still trying to kill him?

Why not take a look at how many are lying on the ground?

Anyone whose legs weren't broken and still had the strength to run was quietly sneaking away.

Someone shouted from afar: "Jiu Ge, we're going to call for backup..."

Lin Sicheng couldn't be bothered to care; as long as he pinned this leader down, none of the rest could get away.

"Jiu Ge, right?" He squatted down, "Who sent you?"

The leader gave a miserable laugh: "Your dad!"

"Is that so?"

Lin Sicheng nodded, and the steel pipe in his hand tapped down.

"Crack~"

A strange sound came from the knee; the leader's body tensed up violently, the veins on his forehead bulged, and his two eyeballs looked as if they wanted to pop out of their sockets.

He wheezed "ho ho ho~" in his throat, like a bellows, his body shaking like a sieve.

It hurt... it fucking hurt!

In all his years, he had never suffered such pain...

Lin Sicheng leaned in closer: "I didn't hear clearly just now, come on, say it again, who sent you?"

He didn't know why, but he felt those eyes were incomparably clear, yet devoid of any emotion, piercing into his heart like a knife.

And the strikes were ruthless, and fucking accurate...

The leader was in pain and afraid, anxious and panicked: this person was more than just a good fighter; this was a ruthless veteran of the underworld...

He trembled his lips: "Ma... Ma..."

Before the two words "Maguan" could be spat out clearly, the steel pipe tapped down again, another "crack."

This time it was the other leg, still the knee.

Lin Sicheng was expressionless: "This time you switched to my mom?"

"No... not..."

Just three words out, and the leader was trembling all over from the pain, fine beads of sweat seeping from his forehead, his upper and lower teeth clattering "do-do-do."

Using almost all his strength, he finally loosened his jaw and opened his mouth: "I... I'll talk..."

"It's fine, you don't have to talk: two hands, two legs..." Lin Sicheng exhaled, "You had people hack me four times, and you played my dad and mom once... not a loss!"

The leader's features distorted: so, he fucking didn't want to ask who sent him at all?

This guy was more than just a ruthless veteran...

Maguan, I fuck your mother...

(End of chapter)