"How about now? Still feeling confident?"
In a single stride that covered over ten meters, Lin Chen was standing right over the bald man. His boot pressed down on the man's chest, pinning him to the ground like a dead dog.
"I'll give you one chance to live," Lin Chen said coldly. "Tell me who sent you to kill me—or die."
His foot didn't seem heavy, but the bald man could feel a terrifying force raging inside his body, tearing through his meridians, ripping muscle from bone. His internal organs felt as if they were being shredded into ribbons.
"I… I don't know! I took the bounty from the dark web. I just wanted to make money to break through my bottleneck!" the bald man stammered. "The clients there all use aliases. I have no idea who they are!"
"You really don't know?" Lin Chen's gaze sharpened, boring into him like a blade.
"I swear! I only take the money and do the job! That's all!" the man babbled, trembling like a leaf. In that moment, he realized—this man wasn't human. No aura of a Grandmaster, no flashy techniques, yet the power he possessed was monstrous, inhuman.
"Don't know?" Lin Chen's expression turned indifferent. "Then you're useless to me."
CRACK!
With a light step, his boot shattered the man's heart meridian. The assassin's mouth opened, but no words came out—only a mouthful of blood—before his head slumped lifelessly to the side.
Those who kill for money must be ready to die for it.
The other gunmen froze for a heartbeat, then panic took over—they spun and tried to run.
Lin Chen's lips curved in a faint, cold smile. "Run? Go ahead. See how far you get."
His figure blurred, sealing off every escape route. In one motion, he snatched a submachine gun from trembling hands.
RATATATAT!Gunfire erupted in a brutal, staccato rhythm. One by one, the mercenaries collapsed, their bodies splashing into the growing pools of blood.
Lin Chen reloaded with practiced ease, the weapon heavy and steady in his grip. Without looking back, he walked down a sloping road where several vehicles were parked.
He slid into the driver's seat of an off-road jeep. If he was already here… he might as well erase the Liang family from the map tonight.
The Liang Family's ancestral residence was a sprawling compound.
After learning the Tiger Might Army had been wiped out and both commanders defeated, Liang Wangba ordered every member of the family to assemble here. If even Marshal Jiang had failed, what chance did the Liang family have?
"Grandfather, what do we do? Even the Tiger Might Army couldn't beat him. He'll be here any moment!" Liang Bin, the youngest grandson, was pale with fear.
"Father, you're our pillar. If you don't speak, none of us will know what to do," Liang Haotian, the third son, urged.
Panic was spreading like wildfire. They had failed to curry favor with the Tiger Might Army, and now their enemy was coming for them. Only Liang Wangba could still hold the family together.
Wangba's face was grim. With the special forces gone, there was nothing left that could stop Lin Chen. Unless the man walked into a trap by himself—which was laughably unlikely—there was no hope.
Still, he could not show weakness. The moment he faltered, the family would collapse.
"Don't panic," he said, feigning calm. "He hasn't arrived yet. No matter how strong he is, he can't be stronger than heavy firepower."
He hesitated, then sighed. "If worst comes to worst… though the price will be steep."
"Dad, at this point, who cares about the price?" Liang Haotian said sharply. "If we can't send someone from our own house, we hire someone stronger. He must die!"
After a long silence, Wangba made his decision. If the family couldn't stop Lin Chen, they'd spend whatever it took to hire someone who could.
"You mean… invite a Grandmaster?"
Wangba nodded. "If Lord Zhong makes a move, that boy is finished."
He took out his phone and dialed.
"Lord Zhong, this is Liang Wangba," he greeted with forced respect.
A deep voice answered, slightly impatient. "Little Liang. What do you want? I'm busy."
Wangba's smile turned servile. "Lin Chen from the Lin family has appeared. And he's a Grandmaster. He might even be the Lin family's 'True Dragon.'"
Silence. The weight on the other end of the line was suffocating. Sweat trickled down Wangba's temples as seconds stretched into minutes.
Finally, Zhong's voice returned—sharp and cold. "If you can't handle him, call Xiao Jiang. Why are you bothering me? I'm not here to clean up your mess!"
"Lord Jiang already sent two commanders. Both died. Even the Chief of the Security Division is gone. In Yancheng, only you can stop him."
"Hmph! Quite bold of you…" Zhong sneered. "Fine. I'll take the job. But you know my price."
Wangba's heart bled, but he gritted his teeth. "I understand. Anything in the Liang family that catches your eye will be yours."
The call had barely ended when a guard rushed in, face pale.
"Old Master! He's here! Lin Chen is here!"
"Block him! At any cost, hold him off until Lord Zhong arrives!" Wangba barked.
But the guard hesitated. "He's here… but on the way, he ran into an ambush—"
Before he could finish, a deafening roar shook the ground.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!