Chapter 643: Not an assassination, but a violent killing

Although San Wu was blind, it was as if she could "see" everything clearly.

She could always dodge various obstacles while walking.

She followed closely behind Chen Chou, like his cute little tail.

Chen Chou made no attempt to hide his intentions, skipping any steps like lurking, disguising, or scouting. Just like that, he swaggered directly into the abandoned unfinished building, looking calmly at the group of people in front of him.

While he was very calm, these people were not.

Because they didn't know when the building might collapse, everyone was active on the first and second floors. They hadn't been in this country for long, and this place was just a temporary shelter; as soon as tomorrow's operation ended, they could return home.

Right now, they were playing cards.

"There are 12 people on the first floor, and 1 on the second floor."

San Wu said softly.

The group was stunned for a moment before realizing that something was wrong.

One man stood up abruptly, pointed at Chen Chou's nose, and yelled, "Get lost, get lost, get lost! You stinking homeless person, get out of here right now! Damn it, if you don't want to die, get out immediately, or we'll chop you into pieces!"

"Brother Zhang, they don't seem like ordinary homeless people. That little girl just now was a bit strange."

At this moment, the yellow-haired man beside him leaned over and quickly reminded him.

Chen Chou stood in front of San Wu and nodded slightly. He didn't look at anyone present, but instead cast his gaze upward, "Come down and accept your death. I have no interest in these cannon fodder."

His voice was not loud, but strangely, everyone could hear it.

The crowd was stunned for a moment, finally realizing something.

Brother Zhang suddenly pulled out a long blade and charged at Chen Chou, "If you're a brother, come and hack him! Chop the man into pieces, and capture the girl alive! This little girl can be sold to a boss with a lolicon fetish... Oh no, our boss might also like to train her."

"There must be other people nearby; our operation has been discovered!"

His reaction was undeniably fast; in a short amount of time, he quickly assessed the situation.

They were very sensitive to the ways of life and death, especially after San Wu's words earlier, which made them realize that Chen Chou had come to kill them. Now there were fully 12 people, and there was a great expert upstairs; relying on Chen Chou alone would certainly not work.

At this moment, this group of people displayed good professional standards.

One second they were playing cards like street thugs, and the next second they seemed to transform into the bloodiest blade-wielders.

This was not a martial arts competition, but a matter of kill or be killed. No one cared about any rules, and although Chen Chou had no weapon, this was not the time to argue about such things. In an instant, twelve long blades came slashing from all directions, directly hacking at Chen Chou.

They started fighting at the slightest disagreement, and killed at the slightest provocation.

It had been no more than a dozen seconds since Chen Chou stepped in, yet he was already facing a desperate situation.

Those twelve people, led by Brother Zhang, cut in from different directions. Their coordination was extremely tacit, and even their next moves were fully exposed. That was to focus fire and instantly kill Chen Chou, then capture San Wu, and then rush out of the building.

If there were people surrounding them outside, they would immediately, while the other side hadn't reacted yet, sprint in twelve different directions. The other side would very likely break the encirclement due to hesitation, not knowing who to chase. This was an instinct honed through countless experiences in life-or-death situations.

But, this time they were wrong.

No one was surrounding them; it was just Chen Chou alone.

And against them, it was also not a plotted assassination.

It was a targeted killing, a brute force killing.

Seeing that these twelve blades were about to land on Chen Chou, everyone seemed to have already seen him being chopped into minced meat, and had already planned how to escape the scene after kidnapping San Wu. But just at this moment, Chen Chou moved.

He didn't make any other movements, just stamped his foot like that.

In an instant, everyone's forward momentum was instantly halted, and they nearly fell directly to the ground!

If Duan Qiran were here, he would surely be impressed to the point of prostration.

He mainly learned Eight Extremes Fist from Chen Chou.

This move Chen Chou used was the "Sinking Force" from the Eight Extremes Fist. Sinking Force was not a simple leg technique, nor was it merely the name of a specific move; it was a technique of applying force. This was the foundation of the Eight Extremes Fist, and the strength of the Sinking Force directly affected the fierceness of many fist techniques. Without Sinking Force, there would be no Cross Force or Silk-Reeling Force.

He skillfully applied the Sinking Force to his feet, and the entire building seemed to be shaking.

Some people with poor leg techniques simply couldn't stabilize their bodies.

Only the three people running in the front—Brother Zhang, the yellow-haired man, and the red-haired man—were still able to hold their long blades and maintain their forward momentum.

Brother Zhang secretly thought it was bad; the power of Chen Chou's stomp was actually this formidable. The originally airtight encirclement was now full of openings everywhere, and he thought that Chen Chou must be planning to break out from the weakest point here.

And there was a kid behind him who was his own younger brother; this person had the weakest strength, and Chen Chou must have discovered it too.

Thinking of this, his blade momentum suddenly turned to the side.

Intending to block Chen Chou's path to his younger brother.

But, he still didn't understand Brother Chou.

Chen Chou's habit had always been to meet force with force, hitting the fiercest point. First, directly kill the strongest person, and the people behind would become timid, naturally falling into a disadvantage. And once Chen Chou seized the upper hand and pursued relentlessly, death wouldn't be far away.

He was seen leaping and striding forward, his long punches thrusting straight out like two cannons suddenly fired.

[Bang! Bang!]

Chen Chou's fists were as fast as lightning. While Brother Zhang was momentarily stunned, he suddenly broke through his blade momentum and actually dove directly into his chest. Facing Chen Chou's double-fist cannon hammers at such close range, the consequences were imaginable.

Brother Zhang's chest collapsed instantly, and it was estimated that even his heart had been crushed by the fractured bones.

When Brother Zhang was sent flying from the blow, he happened to use his own body to block the long blades falling from the yellow-haired man and the red-haired man.

Brother Zhang died too quickly, so quickly that he didn't even see Chen Chou's fist intent. There was only one feeling in that instant, and that was: strong, perverted, invincible. This really was not an assassination; it was a targeted killing, a brute force killing.

Chen Chou was like a demon king descending to the world, like a beast released from a cage.

He immediately extended a pair of eagle claws, actually digging directly into the navels of those two people, pulling out their bloody intestines directly. With a forceful tug, they were a full four or five meters long, with blood flying everywhere; everyone simply could not believe their own eyes.

This scene scared the wits out of everyone.

To be able to seize the upper hand in an instant while fighting 1 against 12, his movement was like a dragon, and he was powerful to the extreme.

His fist technique was fierce, swift, heavy with momentum, and brutal.

Coupled with the stimulation from the scene just now, they were already so scared that they only wanted to run away. Although they had long been prepared to die if the mission failed, Chen Chou's attacks were simply too terrifying; it was even more unbearable than being hacked to death by a blade.

In less than a few breaths, everyone was [unable to rise again].

Some people were dead, and some were not quite dead yet.

For example, the red-haired man and the yellow-haired man—they were even tremblingly grabbing their own intestines, trying to stuff them back in. But... how could that be possible? Their breathing grew weaker and weaker, and in extreme despair, they stepped through the gates of hell.