Lin Chuan wrapped a towel around the steel knife in his hand, and almost every swing splattered a spray of fresh blood. Slaughter was born from such circumstances. The underlings of the Tiger Gang were already terrified by Lin Chuan's aura; they dared not advance but could only retreat step by step, all the way back to the second floor.
Having encountered little resistance, Lin Chuan had already stormed up to the third floor. At the staircase of the third floor, the last few dozen burly members of the Tiger Gang attempted to block Lin Chuan. He charged forward without hesitation, wielding a knife that had its blade bent and had completely lost its sharp edge. However, that did not affect Lin Chuan's attack. He was rapid and fierce, with his knife directly chopping towards the opponent's chest.
