230: Chapter 229 I'll still kill you

Wang Lin finished reading, did not reply, and put his phone into his pocket.

Zhou Zhenghao's message confirmed his judgment; the Shen Family already knew.

The next morning, Wang Lin went to the Ancient Martial Arts Training Hall to practice his blade technique.

Standing in the corner of the courtyard, he practiced the Army-Breaker Blade Technique, one stroke at a time. His movements were a bit slower than usual, as if he were thinking about something.

When Huo Yan passed by, he glanced at him but didn't say anything.

Su Wanqing stood in the corridor, watching him for a long time, then walked over. "Wang Lin, I heard you're going outside the city."

Wang Lin didn't stop his blade. "Yeah."

"By yourself?"

"Yeah."

Su Wanqing was silent for a moment. "I'll go with you."

Wang Lin glanced at her. "No need."

"I'm not afraid of the Shen Family," Su Wanqing said.

Wang Lin's blade paused again. "I know. But if you go, you'll become my weakness."

Su Wanqing's lips moved a few times, wanting to retort, but she realized she couldn't.

If Shen Tianhe took her hostage, Wang Lin would indeed be distracted.

Su Wanqing lowered her head and gripped her sword hilt tightly. "Then be careful."

In the afternoon, Wang Lin sat in his dormitory and re-checked the items in his space ring.

Three puppets, laser blade, ordinary blade, plasma pistol, medicine, bandages, water, food, and Third Uncle Shen Henian's space ring.

He verified every item, then put the ring back on his hand.

Then he closed his eyes and began to adjust his state.

Wang Lin's breathing slowed, his heartbeat slowed, and his Mental Energy slowly sank into his dantian, like a river flowing into the sea.

In his mind, he simulated the battle scenario over and over again...

How would Shen Tianhe attack?

What was the range of his [Void Rending] attack?

How long was the cooldown?

Was he accustomed to melee or ranged combat?

Would his two LV6 attendants follow him?

What if he brought more people?

Wang Lin simulated every possibility and prepared several contingency plans in his mind, then opened his eyes; it was already dark.

Wang Lin turned, walked to the door, opened it, and stepped out of the dormitory.

The corridor was very quiet, most of the lights were out, and only a dim yellow light at the end was still on.

Wang Lin went downstairs, crossed the playground, and walked toward the back gate of the academy.

The streetlights dragged a long shadow behind him, and leaves from the paulownia trees were blown down by the wind, swirling around his feet.

Wang Lin's perception was always active; he knew someone was following him behind.

They were students from the academy.

Two or three of them, following not far behind him, as if confirming that he was really leaving.

They thought Wang Lin hadn't noticed, but Wang Lin knew their every move.

Wang Lin heard hushed voices behind him.

"He's really gone..."

"The Shen Family put up five million; is he going to his death?"

"Don't worry about him, we just need to watch. Someone has already notified the Shen Family."

Wang Lin ignored those people and continued walking forward.

He walked out the back gate and continued along the small path leading to the west of the city.

The streetlights became increasingly sparse, the road grew narrower, and the houses on both sides became more dilapidated.

The footsteps behind him didn't vanish; those few people kept following him from a distance, not daring to get closer but unwilling to leave.

After walking a bit further, he heard one of them take out a phone and make a call.

Although the voice was very low, it still drifted over in the quiet night.

"Hello, he left the school gate... Yes, he went toward the west of the city... alone..."

Wang Lin did not stop his pace, still walking at a steady speed, as if taking a stroll, his heart very calm.

He knew this message would reach Shen Tianhe's ears, and Shen Tianhe would definitely come.

Wang Lin had waited for so many days, and finally, the moment to close the net had arrived.

He rounded the last corner, and ahead was that abandoned warehouse.

The grayish-white moonlight shone on the red brick wall, stretching the shadow of the warehouse very, very long.

The few people following him finally stopped, not daring to go any further.

They stood in the distance, watching Wang Lin push open the rusty iron door of the warehouse and walk inside.

The iron door slowly closed behind him, emitting a low sound of metal scraping that echoed in the night for a long time.

Then everything returned to silence.

The few people stood in the distance, looking at the closed iron door, exchanging glances.

"He... really went in?"

"This warehouse is a dead end; there's no back door, no windows to climb out of..."

"He really doesn't want to live anymore, does he..."

No one answered.

The wind blew from the wilderness, making their clothes flap loudly.

The lights of the Holy City in the distance flickered on the horizon, like countless eyes watching this solitary warehouse.

Then one of them said in a low voice: "The Shen Family people should be here soon."

Wang Lin looked around; after confirmation by his [Space] Superpower, the spatial formation patterns in the warehouse were intact...

Wang Lin didn't turn on the lights; he leaned in the shadows by the wall, hands in his pockets, and closed his eyes.

Time passed minute by minute; the wind outside grew stronger, blowing the tin roof and making it creak.

Wang Lin's Mental Energy remained active, covering the area around the warehouse.

Then Wang Lin sensed it; people had arrived outside the warehouse.

Not one person, but three.

The person walking at the very front had a robust aura and steady footsteps; every step seemed measured by a ruler.

It was Shen Tianhe.

The two people behind him were the two LV6 attendants he had seen in the office last time.

The corners of Wang Lin's mouth curled slightly.

Finally here.

The warehouse's iron door was pushed open, emitting a harsh sound of metal scraping.

Moonlight shone in from the doorway, casting the shadows of three people on the ground.

Shen Tianhe stood at the doorway, his gaze sweeping over the empty warehouse, seeing abandoned wooden crates, rusty iron racks, and dust covering the floor.

Then he saw the figure in the center of the warehouse, Wang Lin.

At this moment, Wang Lin was sitting on a pile of wooden crates, his expression calm, as if waiting for a friend to come for a meal.

Shen Tianhe looked at him, was silent for two seconds, then spoke: "You asked me to come here, not just to chat, right?"

Wang Lin stood up, jumped down from the wooden crates, and landed on the warehouse floor.

"You're right. Not to chat. To kill you."

Shen Tianhe laughed out loud: "You, a LV5, kill me?"

"What do you have to rely on? Bishop Qin Cang won't come, and Zeng Aniu isn't here."

"By yourself, what do you have to kill me with?"

Wang Lin smiled: "Try it, and you'll know."

Shen Tianhe was not in a hurry to make a move.

He looked Wang Lin up and down; the two attendants stood to his left and right behind him, hands on the weapons at their waists, their gazes locked on Wang Lin's every move.

The warehouse was very quiet, with only the sound of the wind blowing in through the broken windows and moving the tin roof.

"Wang Lin, I'll give you one chance."

"Tell the truth, and hand over Junlin's frost white sword and Third Uncle's space ring. I can let you die quickly."

Wang Lin looked at Shen Tianhe and smiled slightly: "The truth? Don't you already know it?"

"I killed Shen Junlin, and I also killed Third Uncle Shen Henian. And now... I'm going to kill you too..."