"Lin Chuan, no issues, right?" Luo Guoqing asked awkwardly.

"Don't worry." Lin Chuan chuckled coldly and said, "Even if no one else comes, just the two of us are enough to deal with them."

"They have too many people," Luo Guoqing whispered, "There's a saying, 'Even a powerful dragon can't suppress the local snakes,' and all these guys are the local snakes. We outsiders, we can't beat them."

"Today, I'm going to suppress these local snakes," Lin Chuan said aggressively, word by word. His eyes were dark and gloomy, and he threw the cigarette butt in his hand onto the ground and then stomped on it fiercely.

"Kid, what do you think you're doing?!" Led by Liao Long, a group of people immediately crowded around.

Both parties were on edge, ready for a vicious fight at any moment.

Lin Chuan laughed coldly and said, "Aren't you just looking to gang up and bully others due to your numbers? Fine, then let's have a fight."

"Don't get cocky, kid." Liao Long grinned, cruelty emerging at the corner of his mouth as he said, "I advise you not to lose your life over irrelevant people, otherwise, you might end up half-paralyzed like Li Minghua. That would be a bad deal. Haha..."

Hahaha...

The crowd on the scene suddenly burst into raucous laughter, leaning forward and back. It seemed that Li Minghua's plight had become the butt of their jokes.

Looking at these villagers from the Liao family, Lin Chuan felt that humanity had grown so cold. He also witnessed how fragile the moral fiber of the rural grassroots population was—a human life valued less than a dog's.

Smack...

Lin Chuan lunged with an arrow step and viciously slapped Liao Long across the face.

With that slap, Liao Long felt stars in his vision, his cheek as if it were scorched by a branding iron. Holding his face, Liao Long was so stunned by the slap that he couldn't react for a long while. The area fell into dead silence.

Hisss...

Everyone took a sharp breath.

Who was Liao Long? Liao Long and his brothers, including Liao Hu, were known as the tyrants of Zhou Village. They were characters who had dealt with all types and rumored to have connections on the underworld. In Zhou Village territory, Liao Long and Liao Hu were figures who had some say. And now, a foreign young man dared to strike a thirty-something-year-old with a brutish face—this was not just a slap in the face, but a trampling on the man's dignity.

"Do you submit?" Lin Chuan asked coldly.

With his face in his hands, Liao Long looked at Lin Chuan in disbelief and said, "You... you actually dared to hit me?!"

"That's right." Lin Chuan nodded and said, "I slapped you for being rich without conscience, for bullying the weak and fearing the strong."

"You! I'm going to fight you to the death!" Enraged, Liao Long grabbed a hoe and swung it madly at Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan glanced at him and lightly shifted his body backward with a touch of his left foot. The hoe in Liao Long's hands hit the cement ground, sending sparks flying. Seeing his first strike fail, Liao Long attempted to swing the hoe again.

Unexpectedly, Lin Chuan stepped on the blade of the hoe, and when Liao Long tried to pull it back, he found it immovable.

Smack...

Lin Chuan swung his hand again and delivered another fierce slap to Liao Long's face. Two consecutive slaps landed on the same spot on Liao Long's left cheek, which was already slightly swollen and became even more inflamed after this 'tempering'.

Fury consumed Liao Long who couldn't remain calm after being slapped twice in quick succession.

"Die!" Furious, Liao Long swung his fists fiercely at Lin Chuan.

With a flick of his foot, Lin Chuan caused the hoe to stand upright.

Bang...

Liao Long, rushing forward, was immediately hit in the crotch by the handle of the hoe.

"Ouch..." Liao Long instantly felt as if his testicles were shattered. He hunched over, his hands covering his crotch.

Haha...

The scene turned into a bout of loud laughter once again. Liao Long's appearance was indeed quite comical.

Liao Long was in utter agony, collapsing on the spot, his body curling up. Initially, the pain seemed to envelop his whole body, as if every cell was tearing into him. The pain made him break out in a cold sweat, feeling an indescribable sting.

Some time later, the sharp pain finally subsided. By now, Liao Long was drenched in sweat, soaking through his clothes.

"Goddamn you." Liao Long got up.

Lin Chuan was standing by his side, and Liao Long grabbed Lin Chuan's pants to pull himself up.

Smack...

To Liao Long's, and everyone else's surprise, Lin Chuan swung his right hand again and slapped Liao Long fiercely on the left side of his face. The swollen left cheek, after another slap from Lin Chuan, turned even more swollen as if it had been stuffed with a chunk of pork for sausage making.

"I'll fight you with my life!" Liao Long, though seeing stars, felt his face grow numb. Clutching Lin Chuan's arm, he prepared to fight to the death.

How could Lin Chuan come down to his level?

Crack...

Lin Chuan pinched his arm with one hand, his right hand a palm strike on his elbow joint. Liao Long immediately felt as though his elbow had been dislocated, unable to muster any strength in his arm.

Tendon Separating Bone Shifting Hand, a special combat technique mastered by Lin Chuan, could disable an opponent with the simplest approach while preserving their life. This technique was particularly effective when capturing the enemy alive was necessary.

Under Lin Chuan's Tendon Separating Bone Shifting Hand move, Liao Long's right arm was dislocated instantly. The lower half of his arm hung like a snapped lotus root, still connected by threads. Liao Long immediately cried out in agony, "Ah... my hand, my hand!!"

"One should not be too arrogant," Lin Chuan, holding Liao Long's left arm, said, "Always leave room for maneuver, so we can meet again in good terms."

"I will not let you off!" Liao Long roared desperately, tears and snot streaming down copiously.

The other brothers of the Liao family, seeing this, could not stand idly by any longer. Liao Long's eldest brother shouted angrily, "Damn it, a few outsiders bullying us locals, I can't stand watching this. Catch them!"

"Catch them, catch them!" Many villagers from the Liao family's village waved their 'weapons' around.

More than a hundred people surrounded Lin Chuan and Luo Guoqing, trapping them tightly.

Squeal...

Suddenly, two Jinbei vans raced toward the entrance of the village, coming to an abrupt stop, the vans sliding sideways for half a meter, leaving black tire tracks on the ground.

Clang...

The van doors were flung open, and Zhou Kai leapt out, shouting, "Brothers, quick, go support Brother Chuan!"

Clatter...

Dozens of people jumped down from the vans in haste. Zhao Zhonghai alighted leisurely from the passenger seat, stooped down to pull a secret compartment under the van, and then more than ten weapons slid out from underneath the vehicle. Fire axes, machetes, iron rods, steel pipes...

A group of people grabbed weapons and quickly rushed toward Lin Chuan.

"Motherfucker." Zhou Kai pulled two cleavers from his waist and roared, "Everybody back the fuck off."

The sudden appearance of the group took the villagers of the Liao family by surprise, with Zhou Kai and the others' formidable strength creating an unexpected situation for them. The few dozen young villagers who normally liked to fight and act tough turned out to be cowards when facing a real life-and-death battle.

"Run, quick!"

"Darn it, these people are fierce."

The crowd was so frightened that they scattered, dashing wildly towards the twisty alleyways and lanes.

Zhou Kai and his thirty-something men chased after the local hundred, creating total chaos at the scene. Zhao Zhonghai strolled over leisurely, cigarette dangling from his lips, saying, "Lin Chuan, this doesn't seem like your style."

Lin Chuan turned to look at Zhao Zhonghai and laughed, "What do you mean by that?"

"A mere Zhou Village, and you actually called for backup?" Zhao Zhonghai took a drag from his cigarette.

"Haha, then you are mistaken," Lin Chuan burst into laughter.

"So what is it then?" Zhao Zhonghai asked, puzzled as he looked at Lin Chuan.

"This is called overpowering with momentum," Lin Chuan glanced at Zhao Zhonghai, "In the countryside, it's all about having the upper hand in numbers. If I didn't bring a group of people, they would think I'm on my own. Only by showing up with a group can I hold sway over these local bullies."

"Makes sense," Zhao Zhonghai nodded.

Lin Chuan was determined to help Li Minghua, to see things through to the end. This was inevitable; otherwise, all efforts would be in vain. Since he had decided to help, naturally he had to ensure that Li Minghua could hold his own; otherwise, once Lin Chuan left, the Liao family would turn back into oppressors. This time, Lin Chuan was ready to teach the village bullies of the Liao family a good lesson.

Lin Chuan walked over slowly, with Liao Long supporting his dislocated arm, attempting to flee.

"What, thinking of running away?" Lin Chuan blocked Liao Long's path.

"You... what do you want?" Liao Long looked at Lin Chuan with a face filled with terror. At this moment, he had completely lost his initial bravado, looking pitiable like a beaten dog. He glanced frantically at Lin Chuan, saying, "Don't... don't mess around, killing people... killing people is a crime!"

"Now you know killing people is a crime?" Lin Chuan said with a cold laugh, "When you bullied Li Minghua back then, why didn't you think of that?"

"I... " Liao Long said awkwardly, "It wasn't me who did it."

"I know it wasn't you, it was Liao Hu," Lin Chuan laughed, "Call Liao Hu, tell him to roll back here quickly."

"I... I don't have his phone number," Liao Long hastily shook his head.

"Hmph." Lin Chuan snorted coldly, "You're his brother, aren't you? You don't have his number? You probably even plotted his escape route, didn't you?"

"You're talking nonsense," Liao Long shook his head vigorously.

"No matter, if we can't find Liao Hu, that's fine," Lin Chuan smiled, put one foot on a stool, showing the imposing manner of a 'Commander', and said, "Bring two million, and we can call it even."

"No... no money!" Liao Long shook his head.

"No money?" Lin Chuan looked at Liao Long coldly, and said, "Then don't blame me for being impolite. I'll have someone tear down this five-story western-style house of yours. Also, I'll need to take Liao Hu's child. Whenever you have the money, that's when you can ransom the child back."

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