61: Meng Guangcai is here

In the corridor, the smell of blood was overpoweringly thick.

Lin Chuan stepped over a thug who was still on the ground clutching his broken hand and wailing, and came to Meng Fei's side.

At this moment, Meng Fei.

Blood gushed from his right ankle like an open faucet, staining a large patch of carpet red.

The main tendon in his foot was severed, and his entire foot dangled limply.

The pain was excruciating.

Meng Fei was drenched in cold sweat from the pain, his eyeballs almost bulging out.

But when he saw Lin Chuan, that surge of malevolence in his heart still flared up.

"Lin Chuan...!"

Meng Fei gritted his teeth, his mouth full of bloody foam, his voice hoarse like a broken bellows.

"You bastard! You actually dared to touch me!"

"I am the eldest young master of the Meng Family! My father is Meng Guangcai!"

"You crippled one of my feet! I'll make you pay with the lives of your entire family!"

His blood-soaked hand clutched desperately at the carpet fibers, his fingernails breaking.

"Just you wait, tomorrow! No, tonight!"

"I'll have someone shoot you full of holes!"

"I want you to kneel before me! Watching me play with your woman, while you're riddled with bullets!"

Even at a time like this, he was still spouting threats.

This was the common affliction of such people; spoiled since childhood, they couldn't believe anyone would truly dare to take their life.

Lin Chuan didn't speak.

He just raised his foot.

The sole of his leather shoe landed on Meng Fei's intact left hand.

Then.

He slowly applied pressure.

Grinding.

"Crack—"

The sound of bones shattering was clearly audible.

"Ah ah ah ah ah!!!!"

Meng Fei let out a pig-like shriek, tears and snot instantly smearing his entire face.

"Riddled with bullets?"

Lin Chuan's voice carried a hint of curiosity.

"Then I'd like to see if your family kills me first, or if I kill you first."

Just then.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

A series of heavy footsteps came from the end of the corridor.

Each step on the floor was like a muffled thunderclap.

Long Wu had arrived.

He and Qiang Zi were originally smoking in the private room, not wanting to disturb their boss's good time.

But then he heard unusual noises, followed by screams.

His heart skipped a beat, he didn't even bother to throw away his cigarette, and directly crushed the glass in his hand.

That was the boss who had saved his mother's life!

If anything happened to him, Long Wu wouldn't want to live in this world anymore!

Long Wu's massive body charged over like a heavy tank.

But when he turned the corner.

What he saw were thugs rolling on the floor, and Lin Chuan, perfectly fine, stepping on Meng Fei's hand.

Long Wu was stunned for a moment, and the heart that had been in his throat finally settled back into his chest.

"Boss!"

Long Wu walked over quickly, his dead-fish eyes scanning the miserable scene on the ground, a hint of surprise flashing in his gaze.

"I'm late."

"These scoundrels, they didn't hurt you, did they?"

Long Wu grabbed Lin Chuan's shoulder, looking him up and down as if he were an X-ray machine, able to see if Lin Chuan had any injuries.

"I'm fine."

Lin Chuan glanced at Officer Su Qingyi, who was leaning against the wall, trying to stay awake in her dazed state.

"Your boss, I am Skilled in both literary and martial arts."

Lin Chuan turned to look at Long Wu.

Suddenly remembering Meng Fei's words about being shot full of holes.

His heart stirred.

In his previous life, this Long Wu was later known as the Asura Military Commander, a ruthless man who killed like a demon overseas, capable of rivaling a nation's special forces.

Purely a master descending from the mountains, an urban military king, a Dragon King supreme level character in short web dramas.

But in this life, Lin Chuan hadn't truly seen the upper limit of his abilities.

"Long Wu."

Lin Chuan looked at him, pointing to the useless people on the ground.

"These kinds of trash are not worth mentioning."

"If the opponent has a hundred people, all armed with knives, spears, clubs, and sticks."

"Even if there are a few real firearms, a Type 54 pistol, or a double-barreled shotgun."

"Can you handle it?"

Upon hearing this, Long Wu's expressionless face showed a hint of disdain.

That disdain was like a tiger hearing someone ask if it could beat a group of rabbits.

He didn't answer directly.

Instead, he turned around and faced the load-bearing wall on the side of the corridor.

It was made of solid red bricks, thickly plastered with cement and putty on the outside, its hardness comparable to stone.

Long Wu stood about a meter away from the wall.

He didn't seem to gather any strength, but his broad back muscles suddenly swelled, and his clothes moved without a breeze.

With a sudden explosive sound.

Immediately after.

He raised his hand and struck an empty palm at the wall a meter away.

His palm didn't even touch the wall.

"Boom!!!"

The thick wall actually let out a dull roar, and the entire corridor seemed to tremble.

Immediately after.

A jaw-dropping scene appeared.

On the wall a meter away, white putty powder fell like it had been blown apart by explosives.

Amidst the flying dust.

A clear, two-inch deep palm print was strikingly imprinted on the red bricks!

The edges of the palm print were perfectly neat, and even the palm lines were clearly visible!

This wasHitting a cow from a distance (Striking a Bull Through the Air)?!

Internal Qi Released Outward?!

Meng Fei, who had been screaming on the ground, was now utterly terrified into silence, his eyes fixed on the palm print, completely dumbfounded.

Holy crap!

Did the hero from "Kung Fu Hustle" run into reality?

Is this even human?!

"Boss."

Long Wu retracted his hand, his face ruddy, his breathing steady.

"Traditional martial arts, or Guoshu, emphasize realms."

"Ming Jin (Overt Strength) injures skin and flesh, one punch can kill a bull."

"An Jin (Covert Strength) injures internal organs, at this point one can control the closing of pores, with long-lasting and continuous stamina."

"Hua Jin (Transforming Strength) is for a Grandmaster, whose internal strength flows throughout the body, where not a feather can be added, nor a fly can land."

"Above that is Dan Jin (Elixir Strength), but there are very few in this world."

Long Wu paused, his tone as calm as if he were talking about eating two steamed buns for breakfast.

"When I was at the border, executing missions."

"There were some who called themselves foreign boxing champions, ancient Muay Thai Grandmasters, jiu-jitsu masters."

"According to our standards, they were roughly Grandmaster-level experts who had just touched the threshold of Hua Jin."

"We encountered them in the rainforest back then."

"I crushed ten of them in one go."

Lin Chuan's eyebrows also twitched at this.

Ten Hua Jin Grandmasters?

What kind of concept was that?

"Then according to you, what would a Hua Jin Grandmaster do if faced with the situation I described?"

"A Grandmaster would kill them all in about the time it takes to drink a cup of tea."

Long Wu said expressionlessly.

"Guns are useful against ordinary people."

"But against Hua Jin experts, as long as they're not in an open area being swept by several heavy machine guns or bombarded by cannons."

"With those handguns and shotguns, we can see the muscle movements of the trigger pull, and even perceive their line of sight."

"Before they even fire, they're already dead."

"The situation you described, for me."

"It's just a warm-up."

Lin Chuan nodded.

His heart was incredibly at ease.

This was the ultimate sense of security!

No wonder those important figures in his previous life all had such legendary experts by their side.

No wonder when he was captured in the Middle East back then, Long Wu only sent three or five subordinates, and they wiped out hundreds of armed bandits.

This kind of combat power was simply a human nuclear weapon!

The future Asura Military Commander truly lived up to his reputation!

"Good! Excellent!"

Lin Chuan patted Long Wu's rock-solid shoulder.

"With you here, I'm relieved."

"However, for such a small scene, there's no need for an ace like you to make a move."

"You are my trump card."

Long Wu nodded, silently stepping back half a pace behind Lin Chuan, guarding him like a door god.

If anyone dared to make the slightest move, the palm print on the wall would be their fate.

At this moment.

Meng Fei was still whimpering. Although he was scared senseless by Long Wu's display, the desire to survive still made him pull out theBig Brother (mobile phone) from his pocket.

Although he hadn't finished his call earlier, his father should have already received the message.

Lin Chuan watched his small movements and didn't stop him.

He also took out his own Nokia, which he had bought on Hong Kong Island, and dialed a number.

"Hello? Brother Lin?!"

On the other end of the phone, Chu Tianbiao's voice was extremely excited, with a burst of energy that came from just waking up and immediately becoming alert.

"It's so late, what do you need? Do you want a girl? Or a bathhouse..."

"Do you want a 'cultural bath' or a 'martial bath', or an exotic style?"

Ever since witnessing Lin Chuan's miraculous methods, Chu Tianbiao was now eagerly awaiting an opportunity to prove himself to Lin Chuan.

"What are you talking about, all these options, are you taking a graduate exam?"

Lin Chuan spoke as if he were chatting casually.

"I'm at Night Paris Karaoke on Zhongyang Street."

"Someone wants to kill me."

"His name is Meng Fei, says his family is quite influential."

"Come quickly to help."

Chu Tianbiao on the other end almost jumped out of bed when he heard this.

This was clearly an opportunity for him, Chu Tianbiao, to show off!

"Meng Fei?! That little bastard?!"

Chu Tianbiao's cursing voice came through, filled with irrepressible wild joy.

"That's the son of that old hooligan, Meng Guangcai!"

"Brother Lin! You just sit there and drink tea!"

"Give me ten minutes!"

"No! Eight minutes!"

"Damn it, daring to provoke my Brother Lin! I think the Meng Family's days in Harbin are over!"

"I'm coming right now!"

Slap!

The call ended.

Lin Chuan put his phone back in his pocket, a playful smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He looked down at Meng Fei, who was still trembling on the ground.

"Calling for backup, are we?"

"Alright, you call too, call your father, your grandfather, your whole family."

"Tonight, we'll settle things properly."

Time passed, minute by minute.

About five or six minutes later.

Suddenly.

"Vroom—vroom—vroom—!!!"

A series of deafening engine roars came from the long street downstairs.

It wasn't just one car.

It was a massive motorcade!

Blinding beams of headlights cut through the night sky like sharp swords, illuminating the area below Night Paris brighter than day!

Immediately after.

A chorus of sharp braking sounds rang out.

Looking down through the window at the end of the corridor.

The previously empty street downstairs was now surrounded by over a dozen cars.

Vans, jeeps, sedans, everything.

A full dozen cars!

Car doors opened in unison.

Fifty to sixty people got out.

They carried pickaxe handles, hunting rifles, and even gleaming broadswords.

These weren't small-time ruffians anymore.

They were all big-time gangsters!

From the leading top-spec Toyota Prado.

A man with a fleshy face and a gold chain as thick as a finger around his neck emerged.

He was toying with two lion-head walnuts in his hand, his face filled with murderous intent.

It was Meng Guangcai, the head of the Meng Family.

He looked up at the Night Paris sign, waved his large hand, and his voice boomed like thunder:

"Surround it!"

"Don't let even a single fly out!"

"Whoever touched my son, I'm going to chop him into pieces and make dumplings out of him tonight!!"