"Let me make this clear, if things go south, you run immediately," Lin Chuan cautioned.

"Got it!" Zhou Rui nodded excitedly.

Afterward, the four of them got into the car. The jeep had a strong, unpleasant smell of gasoline mixed with motor oil that made one feel carsick immediately. Zhou Rui already felt unwell as soon as she got into the car. Zhao Zhonghai and Qingzi, on the other hand, felt no discomfort whatsoever.

Lin Chuan drove fast, and even though the windows were open, Zhou Rui still felt terribly dizzy.

Fortunately, the distance wasn't long, merely less than two kilometers from the south road west to the south road north of Huai Mountain. Upon arriving, Zhou Rui immediately jumped out of the car, feeling groggy and uncomfortable.

"Are you alright?" Lin Chuan held Zhou Rui.

"I'm just a bit carsick!" Zhou Rui said awkwardly.

"I told you not to come, but you insisted," Lin Chuan huffed lightly.

In front of them was Qinghua Pool, the stronghold of Mr. Hu. Normally bustling with activity, Qinghua Pool was eerily quiet today. The vast parking lot at the entrance was sparsely filled with just a few cars, whereas normally it would be overflowing with vehicles extending onto the opposite road.

"Looks like they've set up a dragon gate array," Zhao Zhonghai remarked, cigarette in his mouth.

Qingzi also sensed the eerie atmosphere emanating from the darkness. She slowly took down the small cloth bag from her back and retrieved the item wrapped inside. Indeed, it was a dull black Japanese sword with a vibrant red dragon on the scabbard and thick bandages tied around the handle, exuding a mysterious and cold aura.

Lin Chuan positioned Zhou Rui behind him, cautioning, "Be careful, they definitely have an ambush set up!"

"Wow, is this like a scene from a gangster movie on TV?" Zhou Rui, slightly excited and thrilled, said, "It's my first time experiencing this in real life!"

Lines of stress appeared on Lin Chuan's forehead.

"This could potentially be a life-threatening situation." Lin Chuan glared at Zhou Rui, saying, "And you're not even slightly afraid."

"With you here, I'm not scared!" Zhou Rui said, patting Lin Chuan's chest.

The main gates of Qinghua Pool were tightly closed, it seemed they planned to trap them once they entered. But since they had come, there was naturally no reason to turn back.

"I'll go open the door," Lin Chuan said.

Zhou Rui, both nervous and excited, responded: "Then be careful!"

Lin Chuan climbed the stairs, each of the ten steps felt heavy.

Zhao Zhonghai and Qingzi followed behind Lin Chuan on either side, both appearing very alert. Zhao Zhonghai pulled out a collapsible stick from a canvas bag. This heavy stick could be extended or shortened to one's need, essential for fighting. Compared to the Japanese sword in Qingzi's hand, Zhao Zhonghai's collapsible stick was more suited for fighting without causing fatalities.

The two kept a distance of about two meters from Lin Chuan, with Zhou Rui at the very back.

Lin Chuan ascended the ten steps and then pushed open the heavy wooden doors. The doors opened to reveal a pitch-black interior with no hint of light or human shadow.

A murderous aura emanated from inside. Lin Chuan, with a cigarette in his mouth, had the faint glow of the cigarette tip resembling a twinkling star.

Lin Chuan stepped inside. His hands were empty except for the cigarette in his mouth. His sharp gaze swept over the dark hall. Just then, a car sped by on the nearby road, its headlights sweeping across and illuminating the inside of the hall.

In the empty room, several large pieces of furniture hid many men, especially under the staircase, which was crammed with people, all holding weapons like machetes and iron rods. Moreover, behind the two doors beside them, there were also many people armed with weapons.

Lin Chuan went straight in, completely unafraid.

Zhao Zhonghai and Qingzi carefully followed Lin Chuan inside. Zhou Rui was very scared, shivering as she followed them. The atmosphere emanating from the hall was so cold and eerie that Zhou Rui felt extremely cold, even though it was already March, and this cold felt much colder than the chill of December.

"Lin Chuan, let's... let's go back," Zhou Rui stammered.

"I told you not to come," Lin Chuan responded.

Just as they had entered, the heavy doors suddenly shut behind them.

Boom...

The doors made a violent crashing sound.

"Ah!!" The sound of the door closing suddenly scared Zhou Rui almost to the point of jumping up.

Pat-da...

Suddenly, the lights in the hall turned on instantly, and the bright light was even somewhat dazzling. Lin Chuan squinted his eyes, and during the moment the lights flickered, he didn't blink at all. His habitual vigilance kept him from closing his eyes because he perceived a potential dangerous attack at the moment of the lights turning on.

Lin Chuan squinted and not far away, Mr. Hu was lying on a Taishi Chair surrounded by quite a few people. Moreover, dozens of people hiding under the stairs also came out one after another.

Qingzi glanced back, and dozens hidden behind the two large doors also stood up. Not only that, but there were also many people behind the corner walls and artificial hills. Furthermore, the staircase was also filled with people. It seemed that this was indeed a trap, a huge trap.

If they really had brought Zhou Kai and others along, it was likely they would not have returned today. Fortunately, Lin Chuan only brought Zhao Zhonghai and Qingzi with him. Both of their abilities were extraordinary, and leaving here should be relatively easy. Hence, none of them were in a rush.

"Mr. Hu, you really think highly of me," Lin Chuan smiled.

"Hehe..." The Northeast Tiger sat on the chair, clenching a cigar in his hand and grinned, "Dealing with you, I must take it easy. Today, I have over two hundred skilled fighters here, and I want to see how you are going to escape from here."

"Nowhere to fly!" Captain Dai took off his uniform and wore a black leather jacket. This guy had a deep-seated hatred for Lin Chuan. Previously, during the demolition of Changlin Factory, Captain Dai was severely beaten by Lin Chuan. Now, the opportunity for revenge had finally arrived, and he clenched his teeth, "Guys, don't be polite. Just don't kill them, do whatever you want to them!"

The lobby on the first floor was filled with over a hundred people, who had virtually blocked Lin Chuan and his companions completely.

"Lin Chuan..." Zhou Rui trembled as she stood behind Lin Chuan.

"Scared?" Lin Chuan sneered, "I told you not to come, but you still came."

"I... I..." Zhou Rui gritted her teeth, unsure of what to do.

"It's okay." Lin Chuan smiled, "I will protect you!"

"Really?" Zhou Rui looked at Lin Chuan with a frightened expression.

"Yes!" Lin Chuan put his arm around Zhou Rui's waist and assumed a fighting stance with his right hand.

The opponents, several burly men, stood at the front wielding knives and sticks, with a slight smirk on their lips, seemingly disdainful. Clearly, with only four of them versus hundreds, it was apparent who was stronger and who was weaker—even a fool could see that.

However, these individuals were all common folks, little hooligans from the streets who judged things from the perspective of ordinary people. Little did they know, there are extraordinary individuals in this world whose presence is not about the number, but about the strength. As the saying goes, the value of soldiers is in their quality, not their quantity.

Zhao Zhonghai held a telescopic stick, and Qingzi tightly gripped a Japanese sword, ready to attack at any moment.

"Go!" Captain Dai bellowed angrily.

Immediately, the leading burly men charged forward with knives and sticks.

Lin Chuan protected Zhou Rui with one arm while fighting hard with the other. Although outnumbered, the opponents could not get close. Lin Chuan defended Zhou Rui with his left arm and fought with his right.

Bang...

Lin Chuan kicked one of the burly men in the chest. The man couldn't help but step back two steps, staggered, and almost fell. With a flick of his leg, Lin Chuan snatched a metal stick from the ground into his hand.

Lin Chuan holding the metal stick, the surrounding burly men did not dare to approach.

"Go, all together!" Captain Dai urgently shouted, "Don't give them any chances, did you hear me? Go!"

"Kill!" The surrounding hundred people immediately swarmed forward.

The scene suddenly became spectacular, with Lin Chuan protecting Zhou Rui with one hand, and holding the metal stick with the other, weaving through a crowd of a hundred people. With just a metal stick, he fiercely knocked down countless individuals. Zhou Rui held tight to Lin Chuan's waist, leaning on his embrace, fearful of being separated from Lin Chuan—if she was separated, the consequences would be dire as anyone from the opposing side could easily kill her. Lin Chuan did not let go of Zhou Rui, holding her tightly, steadily and carefully ensured not to move too quickly.

Behind him, Zhao Zhonghai was much more agile; he wielded a telescopic stick, ruthlessly schooling those ignorant fools.

Bang, bang, bang...

The telescopic stick landed blow after blow on the opponents, occasionally smashing on their heads, smashing them until their heads bled and they shrieked in agony. Zhao Zhonghai leaped among the crowds, those ain't a match for him at all; after all, Zhao Zhonghai was a retired special forces member with swift skills and unique techniques. Around Zhao Zhonghai, an almost vacuum-like zone was formed.

Compared to Zhao Zhonghai, Qingzi's fighting style appeared much bloodier. Her Japanese blade continuously sliced through the crowd. Every swing splattered blood. Qingzi's demeanor was stern as she faced her enemies, never careless. Since Lin Chuan said not to cause fatalities, she aimed her blade at their arms and chests, cutting through the muscles to teach them a painful lesson.

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