Chapter 308 A Ruthless Veteran of the Underworld

The group scattered in all directions, like birds and beasts.

Fang Jin was anxious to protect the book and was also panicked. He suddenly tripped and fell to the ground.

Lin Sicheng had already stepped forward, ready to help him up. But with a "whoosh," the van grazed Fang Jin's foot and swerved.

Lin Sicheng sighed: Damn it, they came 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 sped up, like a giant beast, heading straight for Lin Sicheng.

The road is only this wide and straight. Both sides are lined with locked warehouses; there's nowhere to run.

Four out of the five people turned completely pale.

Apart from Lin Sicheng.

He suddenly turned around and ran towards the wall. He was incredibly fast, like an arrow released from a bow.

Just when I thought he was trying to hide by the wall, the van came to a thud and hit the curb, screeching as it started to move.

Of course, a person can't outrun a car, and it was only a matter of time before they crashed into it. Two burly men had already opened the car door, holding knives and steel pipes, just waiting to knock him down. The people inside the car rushed forward and started hacking wildly.

The closer they got, the closer they became, and Lin Sicheng suddenly lunged to the side.

The driver paused for a moment: This guy must be terrified, that's a wall?

In a flash, he floored the accelerator, increasing the car's speed. Just as he was about to crash into the wall and the car was about to hit him, Lin Sicheng suddenly leaped out.

The driver was suddenly stunned, and the big man in the front seat stared out with his eyes wide open: A person can actually climb a wall?

Lin Sicheng actually climbed onto the wall: without slowing down at all, he rushed straight towards it, and just as he was about to crash into it, he leaped up, stepping with his left foot and then his right foot.

After stepping on the brick wall twice, Lin Sicheng had already leaped nearly two meters into the air, and with a light reach of his right hand, he grabbed the door lintel of the warehouse.

The driver didn't even realize what was happening; his foot was still on the accelerator. By the time he noticed, the car door was less than two meters from the wall.

With a loud thud, the Jinbei van crashed precisely into the corner of the warehouse doorpost. The burly man in the passenger seat lurched forward and slammed his head against the windshield.

"Whoosh..."

A whole bag of people was thrown into chaos, with people and horses collapsing.

The group was stunned as they looked at the van with its front end dented in the impact, and at Lin Sicheng, who was hanging from the door frame with one hand, swaying slightly like a pendulum.

Xu Qin's face was filled with disbelief: In that instant, it was incredibly dangerous. Just one second... no, maybe half a second, and Lin Sicheng would have been slammed against the wall by the van.

Just look at the van, its front end looking like it's been ripped off with a knife, billowing white smoke, and then look at the burly man with half his body hanging outside the shattered windshield, already unconscious—you can tell how powerful the impact was.

Lin Sicheng was just a hair's breadth away from being crushed into a meat pie.

Jing Zeyang stared wide-eyed and gaped, as if he had seen a ghost: "Cousin Lin, he can fly..."

Tang Nanyan was stunned: That wasn't flying, that was boxing, that was the lifting and leaping technique from Xingyi Quan.

She's been practicing for almost twenty years and still hasn't learned it...

While she was still in a daze, Tang Nanyan suddenly snapped to attention.

That collision crippled the passenger in the front seat, and there were more than a dozen people in the van, including the driver.

They only fell and scraped off some skin, but in the blink of an eye they got up, picked up their knives and sticks, and got off the car.

Seeing Tang Nanyan clench her fists and charge forward, Jing Zeyang suddenly snapped out of his daze, let out a strange cry, and followed her.

Fang Jin took the bag, hung it around Xu Qin's neck, and rushed forward.

Xu Qin was dumbfounded.

Given Jing Zeyang and Fang Jin's physiques, could they withstand a punch from someone?

Besides, they were carrying a knife.

And then there's Tang Nanyan. Yes, you've practiced martial arts, but you're unarmed while they're armed with steel pipes or knives. Even if you risk your life to take a hit, how many times can you withstand it?

Cursing under her breath, she frantically pulled out her phone, and just as she found the police station's number, Lin Sicheng shouted, "Officer Tang, don't come any closer, run!"

"Anyone who runs away is a fucking inhuman..." Jing Zeyang had only shouted half a sentence when he cried out "Ouch!" and covered his head.

Who the hell threw a rock at me?

As he was cursing, his pupils contracted again: Lin Sicheng straightened his back and actually rolled backwards up the beam. His feet hooked around the edge of the beam, and his whole body was pressed against the door beam.

The crucial point is that he still managed to free one hand to break off chunks of cement from the edge of the beam. The piece that hit Jing Zeyang on the head earlier was the one he threw.

He even had time to curse: "Brother Jing, are you out of your mind? Instead of coming here to die and become a burden, you should stay far away and call for backup."

"Officer Tang, you're the same: Would it feel good to rush over and get stabbed twice?"

As he spoke, he gripped a block of cement and pointed at a group of thugs wielding knives and clubs: "Don't come any closer, or I'll smash you. I'm incredibly accurate at throwing stones..."

The two men stood frozen in mid-air, unsure whether to press on or not. Fang Jin followed behind them, his lips moving, unsure of what to say.

To their surprise, Lin Sicheng was able to cling to the eaves like a spider.

This is certainly surprising, but what is most puzzling is Lin Sicheng's current expression, posture, and tone of voice.

It felt like the people standing below him weren't a group of thugs with knives, but rather a few unruly kids who wanted to throw mud at him.

Let's look at the bottom:

Some people were jumping up and trying to slash him with knives, while others were throwing knives upwards. Some were looking for ropes to connect the knives to the steel pipes, and still others were looking for ladders to rush up and chop him down.

And there was that smoking van, and the burly man whose head was covered in blood, dragged out of the front window and onto the side of the road... With that kind of scene, who wouldn't be afraid?

Lin Sicheng, on the other hand, remained incredibly calm...

Tang Nanyan took out her phone: "Jing Zeyang, what are you standing there for? Call Yan Wenjing and have him bring some people over..."

"Oh, oh..." Jing Zeyang nodded vigorously, flipping through the numbers, "I'll kill these bastards... wait, you told me to call him Brother Yan, so who are you calling?"

Tang Nanyan gritted her teeth: "I called him Uncle... and I said that many people were chasing me with knives!"

Holy crap?

Jing Zeyang's eyelids twitched: "Don't do anything reckless. Soldiers don't get out of the army so easily."

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

Jing Zeyang froze: It's over, these bastards are really doomed...

And Yan Ge, he's probably going to get into serious trouble this time.

But he can't blame anyone else; he can only blame himself: Lin Sicheng explained it so clearly, but he just wouldn't believe it...

With that thought in mind, he quickly entered the number and dialed it. Just as he did, Tang Nanyan exclaimed in surprise.

Jing Zeyang's face turned pale, and his eyes went blank.

Fang Jin was startled, and his legs went weak.

Xu Qin's voice trembled with anxiety: "Gun... Detective Li, they have guns..."

There was a pause on the phone: "Xiao Xu, we'll be there soon..."

The call ended abruptly, and the air seemed to freeze.

Wooden stock, double barrel, cloth wrapped around the barrel and stock, saw marks on one end of the barrel, and the dark muzzle pointed straight at Lin Sicheng.

"You've got some nerve, haven't you? Not only did you not run away, you even dared to charge at me? Tsk, is this your man...?"

Looking at Tang Nanyan, who was clenching her fists and eager to fight, the burly man said coldly, "I don't hit women, but I hit men. If you dare to take another step forward, I'll shoot... Come on, guess how many shots your man can take?"

Tang Nanyan's face turned pale, and her fingers trembled slightly.

The burly man turned back to Lin Sicheng and said, "I'll count to three!"

Lin Sicheng sighed: "Do you know what kind of situation it is to use guns in the capital?"

"Nonsense, of course I know!" The burly man sneered. "Then do you even know how many times my whole family would die if we lost tens of millions of dollars worth of goods?"

Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment.

If you're not ruthless and merciless, you can't be a middleman. You can kill your whole family without hesitation, whether they're your opponents or your own people.

If the goods can't be found, his whole family will die. At that time, telling him that this has nothing to do with you is completely useless.

“Okay, I’ll get down!” Lin Sicheng nodded. “You let them leave…”

"You fucking idiot, are you treating me like I'm talking nonsense?" The man sneered, pulled the stopcock, and aimed at Lin Sicheng: "One..."

Before he could even utter the word "two," Lin Sicheng suddenly released his grip. His toes had barely left the edge of the beam when his body abruptly flipped over, turning from face up to face down.

The big man didn't react at all, and was still thinking: What if I call three and this kid still doesn't come down?

We absolutely cannot linger too long; we have to run within two minutes at most, otherwise the police will block our way here...

The group of henchmen were even more confused: they only said that they were helping someone collect a debt, and that if they caught up with them, they could kill them without worry.

But it didn't say that guns would be used?

Having been in the underworld for so long, who among us didn't know the consequences of using guns in Beijing?

Wait, something's not right... Where did Brother Jiu get the gun?

The leader was racking his brains for a solution, while his subordinates were both surprised and suspicious. No one expected that Lin Sicheng would jump down as soon as he shouted "one".

How long would it take to jump from a height of more than four meters?

Less than a second.

It was truly unexpected; by the time they realized what was happening, the man was already on top of them. The two men instinctively raised their weapons, but before they could strike, a sudden pain shot through their faces.

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

Two screams rang out as Lin Sicheng landed in the crowd, ducked down, and then crashed into them again.

The burly man with the gun was still craning his neck to search, thinking that this son of a bitch had fallen from such a height; even if he wasn't crippled, he'd probably break a few bones.

Suddenly, two of his men screamed and fell backward.

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

The leader had no time to dodge and nowhere to hide; he was hit squarely in the face.

He slammed his back against the ground with a loud "Ouch!" and a curse came to his lips. He then stomped his foot heavily on the bowl of the gun-wielding hand.

"Crack!" It was as crisp as breaking a cucumber, and a piercing pain shot through his nerves, causing the big man to writhe in agony.

"My...my hand..."

He'd barely uttered half a sentence when the gun was in Lin Sicheng's hand. He casually twirled it, pointing it at the group of men rushing at him with knives.

It was as if brakes had been installed under their feet, and the group of people came to a complete stop: What the hell?

One second, the boss was pointing a gun at someone, and the next second, the gun was taken away?

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

A group of thugs stood there, too afraid to move, but Lin Sicheng, who was holding a gun, suddenly turned pale: they'd been tricked.

This thing looks like a gun, weighs the same as a gun, the steel pipe is real steel pipe, and the stock is a real wooden stock.

But there were only two steel pipes tied to the wooden frame with strips of cloth. There was no medicine box, no firing pin, and not even a trigger.

The question is, who has X-ray vision and knows that what's wrapped under the cloth is actually a fake gun?

Put yourself in his shoes: if this group of people came up to kill him, revving their van to ram him, and then wielding knives, sticks, and a shotgun, it wouldn't be surprising at all.

This is probably going to be bad...

Just as they were wondering what was going on, the leader roared, "Idiot, use your brain! Where did I get a gun? That's a fake gun... Cut him down, five thousand per cut!"

The burly men hesitated for a moment, then pounced on them like wolves.

Without even having time to think, Lin Sicheng grabbed the gun barrel and smashed it.

"Thump..."

It hit him right on the forehead. A man cried out "Ah!" and fell backward.

Another sweep, "bang," and another man clutched his neck and squatted down.

But including the leader, only four had fallen; there were still about ten standing, not only in front of them but also behind them.

I'm afraid I'll get stabbed a few times today.

In the blink of an eye, another one was knocked down, and a muffled groan came from behind.

Just as a burly man's knife was about to slash at Lin Sicheng's nape, a brick flew from behind and struck the burly man with the knife squarely on the back of the head.

A little later, her long ponytail suddenly flew up and she came running.

"You bitch, are you out of your mind?"

A burly man sneered, raised his steel pipe and charged forward, about to smash it down on Tang Nanyan, when suddenly everything went blurry before his eyes.

Where are they?

Hey, you squatted down?

While he was still in a daze, Tang Nanyan suddenly stood up and slammed her right elbow into the man's lower abdomen.

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

A pair of delicate hands pressed down on her head, and her knee slammed heavily into her face.

"ah……"

Just as she took one down, she heard footsteps behind her. Without turning her head, Tang Nanyan squatted down and swept his chest from behind.

"Thump..." Another one fell down.

Clean, neat, beautiful...

Over there, Lin Sicheng also knocked one over.

There were fifteen or sixteen in total, and in less than two minutes, almost half of them had fallen down?

But who the hell would have thought that this kid had trained? And even more unexpectedly, that woman was such a good fighter too?

The problem is, if this drags on any longer, forget about kidnapping them; they might not even be able to escape themselves...

The leader, clutching his wrists, gritted his teeth and shouted, "Chop his woman! Chop her to death... ten thousand for each cut!"

Suddenly, four or five people rushed towards Tang Nanyan.

The man who had been kneed by Tang Nanyan got up, his nose crooked and his face covered in blood.

He wiped his face, spat out two broken teeth, drew a dagger from his waistband, and charged forward.

Lin Sicheng glanced around casually and shouted urgently, "Right waist, dagger!"

Tang Nanyan suddenly turned around, her pupils contracting.

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

It wasn't a square-headed machete, but rather an elongated, pointed dagger; not for chopping, but for stabbing.

In an instant, the hairs on Tang Nanyan's body stood on end, and her mind went blank.

The body's instinctive reaction outpaced the brain's thinking, and the hands subconsciously reached for the blade.

But catching it won't help.

Tang Nanyan's knee had broken the man's nose and shattered two of his front teeth, leaving him dizzy with pain. He had only one thought in his mind: to kill this woman.

He gripped the hilt of the knife and thrust it forward with almost all his might...

At the critical moment, "whoosh," the fake gun flew over, flipping over at the base.

With a "thud," the wooden peg struck the man's forehead, causing him to stumble. The knife tip narrowly missed Tang Nanyan's side and stabbed her.

Immediately, a dark figure leaped up as if flying and kicked the man in the abdomen.

With a "bang," the man's feet left the ground again, and he flew backward.

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

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

He blocked with his left arm, took a knife to his upper arm, and dodged a knife aimed at his left cheek with a quick dodge.

But the knife came too fast, and before I could dodge it properly, it slashed my back.

At the same time, the steel pipe slammed towards his forehead, but Lin Sicheng's right hand shot upwards and caught the pipe.

The big man was about to pull back when he was kicked in the groin and screamed as he squatted down.

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

The cut shouldn't have been deep, and the injury shouldn't have been serious.

However, those he had hit earlier weren't seriously injured. They had already gotten up and were ready to pounce again.

If this drags on any longer, I'm afraid I'll die here today.

In the blink of an eye, another blade came crashing down on his head, but Lin Sicheng dodged it by sidestepping.

His eyes turned cold, and he swung the steel pipe forcefully. With a "crack," half of the man's face collapsed.

With another swing, "crack!" the other man's arm holding the knife snapped at a ninety-degree angle.

With another thrust, the steel pipe pierced straight towards the face of the third burly man. The man panicked and only had time to turn his head slightly.

The steel pipe pressed against his cheek, and his cheek pressed against his upper teeth. With a "swoosh," the sharp edge of the steel pipe sank into his flesh. Lin Sicheng pulled back, and a bloody hole appeared on the man's face.

Another knife came slashing from the left. Before he could parry, Lin Sicheng stepped back, and after the knife had passed, he stepped forward again.

As if seizing an opening, he slipped his left hand through the burly man's knife-wielding crook, slashed in the opposite direction, and kicked his left foot towards the back of the burly man's leg.

Before the burly man could kneel down, Lin Sicheng twisted him forcefully.

Just like the way a policeman apprehends a criminal, Lin Sicheng used only one hand, but the burly man roared in pain.

When Lin Sicheng let go, the man's arm was as limp as a noodle.

The leader stood on the outermost edge, his arms crossed, his face twitching uncontrollably.

Damn it, forget about earning a bonus today, I might even lose my job here.

But who the hell could have imagined that the idea would be so tricky?

Just as he was stunned, Lin Sicheng smashed another steel pipe, breaking the knee of one of his men.

Suddenly, the word "escape" filled his mind. The leader glanced back, figuring out where to run. Then he yelled, "Forget about that woman, chop up the pretty boy, 20,000 per cut..."

What the hell are you going to cut?

Those who were close by and had sharp eyes, though still brandishing their knives, were shouting, "Kill him...kill him..."

But I didn't dare to move my feet at all.

It felt like just the blink of an eye, and this kid had taken down five of them. Three of them were clutching their arms and legs, howling in pain; you could tell their bones were broken.

The remaining two had a disfigured face on one side and a large hole the size of a thumb on the other's face, from which blood was gushing out, and you could even see the teeth inside.

Twenty thousand per cut... You might be able to earn it, but do you even have the life to spend it?

Only a few hotheads who were far away actually abandoned Tang Nanyan and ran over.

Okay, I'll let you chop...

Lin Sicheng neither dodged nor avoided, striking each opponent with his staff.

With hands that were either smashing faces or wielding knives, three more were taken down in the blink of an eye.

The leader was terrified, his face turned pale, and he turned and ran.

But how could they possibly escape?

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

The leader stumbled and fell. He instinctively reached for the ground with both hands, forgetting that he had lost an arm.

The moment he landed, a sharp pain shot through his wrist, his arm went limp, and he crashed headfirst to the ground.

It hurts, it fucking hurts...

My face hurts, but my hands hurt even more...

He used his other hand to push himself up and sat up: "Fuck your mother..."

Lin Sicheng didn't speak, his face expressionless, and slowly walked over.

The leader was terrified, but he wasn't prepared to back down.

His experience of more than 20 years in the underworld told him: at times like these, the more cowardly you are, the harder you will be hit.

The saying goes, "Those who have nothing to lose are not afraid of those who have something to lose." This pretty boy wouldn't dare to kill anyone, would he? At worst, he'll just get a beating.

But once he backs down, his reputation will be ruined, and how will he ever get along in the future? Who would want him to settle things for them?

He gritted his teeth, pressed his tongue against his numb cheek, and spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva with a "pfft." He stretched his forehead forward: "Kid, you think you're so tough? Come on, hit me here..."

"Either you kill me today, or I'll take your life later..."

"Yeah?"

Lin Sicheng nodded, then looked him up and down again: "A tough nut to crack, a bachelor?"

The leader sneered, "When I was a tough nut to crack, you were still in my crotch..."

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

It was the other hand, the same hand that was supporting the leader on the ground.

"Snap!"

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

What's the point of even doing this?

Don't you even look at how many people are lying on the ground?

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

Someone called out from afar, "Brother Jiu, let's go get some help..."

Lin Sicheng didn't care. As long as he kept the leader in check, none of the rest would be able to escape.

“Brother Jiu, right?” He squatted down. “Who sent you?”

The leader gave a bitter laugh: "Your father!"

"Yeah?"

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

"Click~"

A strange sound came from the knee, and the leader's body tensed up suddenly, veins bulging on his forehead, and his eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He was making hoarse, gurgling sounds in his throat, like a tinderbox being blown by air, and his body was trembling like a leaf.

It hurts...it fucking hurts!

I've never experienced pain like this before in my entire life...

Lin Sicheng leaned forward: "I didn't hear you clearly just now. Come on, tell me again, who sent you?"

I don't know why, but I felt that those eyes were incredibly clear, yet devoid of any emotion, like a knife piercing my heart.

He was ruthless, and damn accurate...

The leader was in pain, scared, anxious, and panicked: This guy is more than just a fighter; he's a ruthless veteran of the underworld...

His lips trembled: "Num...numb..."

Before the word "skin stick" could be uttered properly, the steel pipe came down again with another "crack".

This time it's the other leg, and it's still the knee.

Lin Sicheng asked expressionlessly, "This time it's my mom?"

"No...no..."

He uttered just three words, and the leader trembled all over in pain, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead, and his upper and lower teeth chattered.

He strained with all his might before finally loosening his jaw and opening his mouth: "I...I'll talk..."

“It’s alright, you don’t have to say it: two hands, two legs…” Lin Sicheng sighed, “You had someone stab me four times, and you even played my father and mother for a while… It’s not a loss!”

The leader's features distorted: So, it turns out, he wasn't asking who sent whom at all?

This guy is more than just a tough nut to crack.

You skinny guy, I'll fuck your mother...