Qingzi's beauty was as captivating as the blossoms of the Other Shore flower adorning the path to the underworld, or the bright clusters of the Manjusaka. Cold and stunning, aloof and handsome. Her gaze was icy, and even her movements were sharply executed with no room for ambiguity.

"Kill her, this woman is too ruthless," Captain Dai roared.

Qingzi's attacks were always bloody, and Captain Dai saw only the surface. He even personally led dozens of men to besiege her. Qingzi's round, doll-like eyes narrowed as she coldly watched her enemies charge at her. These enemies were clearly not enough to sate her hunger. Her cute little pink tongue lightly licked her tempting red lips, appearing extremely eerie and cold, instilling immense panic and fear.

"Kill!" Several underlings brandishing machetes lunged at her. Others surrounded her from behind.

Crack...

Blades met, sparks flew.

Smash...

The thugs' machetes and watermelon knives broke into two upon contact with Qingzi's Japanese sword, leaving the gang dumbstruck. While they were stunned, Qingzi's blade was already upon them.

"Ah! It hurts so much."

"My hand, my hand!"

Screams filled the air, further fueling Qingzi's combat desire. She was exceptional and agile in her movements. Yet, Mr. Hu's underlings also didn't seem ordinary; although wounded, they would roll away and rise again to continue the fight. The process repeated...

Lin Chuan's iron rod was bent. Compared to Qingzi's bloody attacks, Lin Chuan's were absolutely more heartless and cruel. With every strike, he aimed to break limbs. Several of Mr. Hu's underlings near Lin Chuan shied away, hobbling, their arms hanging limply.

"Heh heh..." The desire within Lin Chuan was ignited as he looked coldly at the dense crowd of adversaries.

Zhou Rui snuggled in Lin Chuan's arms, listening to his heart thumping due to the intense action. Lin Chuan had a powerful heart. His heartbeat was not fast, but with every beat, it was strong and steady. Zhou Rui looked up at Lin Chuan, and that glance nearly made her fall completely, her heart pounding, her eyes unable to leave his resolute and cold cheeks.

The fair complexion, the bushy eyebrows rebelliously arching upwards, and eyes as clear as morning dew beneath the long, slightly curled lashes, akin to black gemstones. A straight nose bridge, lips pink as rose petals. His eyes were clear and captivating, deep and steady. No one could discern his inner thoughts from his gaze, much less penetrate the depths of his mind.

Zhou Rui's heart raced, never expecting Lin Chuan to have such an enchanting side. Normally boisterous, he also possessed a cool and charming side. Zhou Rui didn't understand why Yang Zi had rejected Lin Chuan in the past. How perfect it would have been if Lin Chuan had confessed to her instead? Alas, she was just an ugly duckling back then, not realizing that after time's transformation, she would become a swan, despite the numerous suitors, Zhou Rui suddenly realized, not one held a candle to Lin Chuan, the man she had long been infatuated with.

"Lin Chuan, you won't escape today," Mr. Hu still lounged on the Taishi Chair, appearing unconcerned despite seemingly being at a disadvantage. On the contrary, he lay relaxed, puffing leisurely on his cigar.

"Mr. Hu, if boasting was taxable, your Qinghua Pool's annual revenue wouldn't cover the bill," Lin Chuan retorted out of the blue.

"Kid, you're still defiant at death's door," Mr. Hu snorted coldly. "I advise you to surrender obediently, otherwise, neither of these two ladies will end well today."

Indeed, from the moment Mr. Hu laid eyes on Qingzi and Zhou Rui, he was overwhelmed by a desire to possess them. Qingzi's cold elegance ignited an intense conquering desire within him, a feeling any man would have. For such aloof and proud women, everyone wanted to conquer them, to have them beneath themselves. As for Zhou Rui, her supreme beauty indeed made many men yearn to claim her. However, such women are not easily won over and do not have sweet tempers, as their multitude of admirers have spoiled them.

"Mr. Hu, you'd better sit down and talk honestly," Lin Chuan brandished his iron rod, suggesting, "Otherwise, the next hit might just land on your head."

"Hmph!" Mr. Hu squinted his eyes. "What are you waiting for?!"

Whoosh...

Upstairs, more than a hundred people swarmed down. The posture, the scene, the momentum... over a hundred burly men, wielding knives and rods, clashing their weapons as they descended, raising their morale even before the battle began, magnificent and fierce.

Faced with an additional hundred adversaries, Zhou Rui's legs turned weak with fear. No one could withstand such an onslaught.

Zhao Zhonghai wiped the sweat from his forehead, his stamina already greatly spent.

Qingzi was also physically drained, but compared to Zhao Zhonghai, her quick and agile attacking style allowed her to conserve energy, a necessary tactic for a woman with less physical strength than a man.

Zhao Zhonghai was different; as a heavyweight combat vehicle, he unleashed his body's maximum strength with every punch and kick, never opting for subtlety. Wielding a telescopic baton, each hit landed with brutal force, leaving an especially gruesome aftermath.

Zhao Zhonghai said coldly, "Lin Chuan, they have too many people."

"Hmm." Lin Chuan nodded, understanding that Zhao Zhonghai might have expended a lot of energy; if he continued to deal with so many people, it would probably be somewhat strenuous. Lin Chuan smiled and said: "It seems we have no choice but to show the strength of three heads and six arms!"

"Okay!" Zhao Zhonghai immediately nodded. He quickly retreated a few steps, then stood to the left of Lin Chuan.

Qingzi immediately understood what Lin Chuan meant, and she hurried over, standing on Lin Chuan's right side. The three formed a triangular formation. Zhou Rui was protected in the middle by the three of them. Each of them had their backs covered by the others. This was their first cooperation, and likewise, it was also the first time Zhao Zhonghai trusted Qingzi to this extent.

Facing an attack from nearly two hundred people, the three of them remained calm and composed.

"Hehe..." Captain Dai grinned and said: "Today's dumplings are well made. Attack them, teach them a harsh lesson!"

Whirrr...

The crowd surged forward. In the vast hall, shouts and the sounds of fighting echoed continuously.

Lin Chuan wielded his stick, hitting one attacker after another; faced with two, he'd strike both. No matter how many came at him, Lin Chuan bravely faced them all. As Zhao Zhonghai encountered such a large number of enemies, he felt no fear; instead, he burst forth with an even more terrifying momentum. With Lin Chuan and Qingzi covering his back, Zhao Zhonghai felt even more unrestrained. Although his telescopic rod was somewhat bent and twisted, it did not hinder its offensive power.

Among the three, only Qingzi was at the greatest disadvantage.

Qingzi, a fighter known for speed and agility, was now trapped in place and unable to move. This clearly stripped her of her advantages in speed and agility, forcing her to rely on her explosive power to fend off the dense crowd of attackers. Despite knocking down one after another, Qingzi felt her strength waning. She could feel her energy depleting, continuously losing ground.

Qingzi clenched her teeth and held on.

Zhou Rui stood in the center, her gaze never leaving Lin Chuan. His every move was swift and ruthless. In Zhou Rui's eyes, Lin Chuan was an incredibly cool man, cool to the point that it thrilled her immensely. At least Zhou Rui felt very excited; she had forgotten about the two hundred plus men watching her with predatory eyes, forgotten the words Tiger Ye had said when they came in, and even forgotten her current predicament. Instead, she felt as if she were a spectator, and Lin Chuan an actor performing on stage.

Rip...

Suddenly, a grating sound. Qingzi's black leather jacket was torn by an opponent's watermelon knife, leaving a fresh red gash on her shoulder.

"Ah!" Qingzi let out a sharp scream.

Seeing this, Lin Chuan was shocked.

Due to Qingzi's momentary sluggishness, two men wielding machetes were already upon her. The blades were about to strike Qingzi. Frantic, Lin Chuan urgently slid forward, swinging his iron stick fiercely at one of the men.

Thud...

The man was instantly knocked out, his eyes rolling back as he slowly collapsed to the ground.

While that threat was dealt with, another remained. Lin Chuan felt that it was too late. He hurriedly embraced Qingzi and executed a splendid turn, hugging her tightly.

Rip...

The machete immediately landed on Lin Chuan's back.

Lin Chuan endured the blow with raw resilience.

Thud...

Lin Chuan, bearing the intense pain, kicked violently at the assailant.

Crack...

A sound of something breaking came from the attacker's chest as his ribs shattered. The man was sent flying on the spot. That moment, his entire body suffered the blow. He fell backwards, sliding far away.

"Lin Chuan!" Zhou Rui exclaimed in alarm.

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