By the time we reached the city center, it was a massive traffic jam.

The rush of people leaving work combined with the streams of cars heading out for shopping, creating a congestion that stretched for kilometers.

Lin Chuan, always edgy while driving, was even more annoyed in this situation.

"What's with today?" Lin Chuan grumbled as he looked at the traffic jam before him.

"Brother Lin, it's a holiday today." Nuo Xiaoxi consoled, "Don't rush, it'll clear up soon."

"It's been jammed for a long time." Lin Chuan said helplessly: "It seems we'll have to think of another way."

"Or... how about we just park the car in a nearby parking lot and then walk there?" Nuo Xiaoxi suggested.

"I'm afraid we won't make it to the parking lot in an hour," Lin Chuan said with a wry smile.

No sooner had he spoken than the car beside us moved forward slightly. Lin Chuan seized the opportunity, swung the steering wheel, and floored the gas pedal. The car suddenly burst forward, its wheels grinding harshly over the path's edge.

"Goodness!" Pedestrians on the walkway were startled. The car rolled right over into the green belt alongside.

"Let's just park here," Lin Chuan suggested.

"This... Is this okay?" Nuo Xiaoxi paused, then said, "This is a green area, and, your car is on the lawn, is that really okay?"

"I say it's okay, then it's okay," Lin Chuan chuckled.

Nuo Xiaoxi was thus led out of the car by Lin Chuan. Sticking out her tongue, she said, "Brother Lin, be careful the traffic police don't tow your car away."

"They'd have to be capable of that first!" Lin Chuan laughed.

"The traffic police are scared of you?" Nuo Xiaoxi giggled.

Lin Chuan clapped his hands and then said, "Don't worry, it won't happen."

With that, the two headed towards the mall. Nuo Xiaoxi was clinging to Lin Chuan's arm the whole time. Not far away, the shopping center was already ablaze with lights, waiting for those nocturnal shoppers to rush in with heaps of cash.

Lin Chuan didn't hold back either, buying Nuo Xiaoxi five or six sets of summer clothes. Summer was just around the corner, and the newly launched styles weren't bad at all. Nuo Xiaoxi kept saying it was enough, but it did little to cool Lin Chuan's fervent shopping spree.

It wasn't until six outfits were purchased that Lin Chuan finally stopped.

Carrying several bags, Lin Chuan walked out cheerfully and asked, "Is this enough?"

"Enough, way more than enough," Nuo Xiaoxi nodded hastily.

"I was afraid it wouldn't be enough," Lin Chuan said with a smile.

"The clothes in this mall are too expensive, a set costs thousands," Nuo Xiaoxi clicked her tongue, "I usually buy from small shops, they're cheap, a hundred and something for a set is also good."

"Can that even compare?" Lin Chuan said, with a cigarette in his mouth.

Just as they left the mall, they came face to face with a few acquaintances.

They were heading towards the mall with a few Disciples, looking happy and chatting away, coincidentally bumping into Lin Chuan and Nuo Xiaoxi right at the entrance of the mall. When Nuo Xiaoxi saw them, she instinctively clutched Lin Chuan's arm.

"Guan Hu, you..." Nuo Xiaoxi looked at Guan Hu.

"Well, well," Guan Hu narrowed his eyes and said, "No need for a painstaking search; it turns out you come to me without any effort. Nuo Xiaoxi, I finally ran into you guys."

"What do you want?" Nuo Xiaoxi quickly stood in front of Lin Chuan.

"You beat me up so badly last time, and now I've finally caught you," Guan Hu said through gritted teeth, looking as if he couldn't wait to flay and devour Lin Chuan.

"Not even your Brother Dong has the nerve to talk to me like that," Lin Chuan squinted his eyes and said, "Guan Hu, are you asking for death?"

"Kid, don't get cocky," Guan Hu snorted coldly, "My brothers here are all well-trained, and today we'll definitely make you suffer."

Having said that, Guan Hu waved his hand.

Several guys behind Guan Hu immediately spread out, each pulling a weapon from their person—a stick for each. They had just come from the martial arts school; today's practice was stick skill, so they were all carrying a stick.

Seeing this formation, Nuo Xiaoxi instantly became anxious. Lin Chuan was empty-handed, while the others each had such long sticks. How could Lin Chuan be a match for them? Nuo Xiaoxi panicked and said quickly, "Guan Hu, don't do anything rash."

"Nuo Xiaoxi, you wench, get out of the way," Guan Hu roared, "After I'm done dealing with him, I'll take good care of you!"

"You!" Nuo Xiaoxi, seeing the situation, was somewhat frustrated. She looked at Lin Chuan and said, "Brother Lin, what... what should we do?"

"Don't be afraid!" Lin Chuan soothed her, "You go into the mall first. I'll take care of them and then look for you."

"No, I'll wait for you here," Nuo Xiaoxi shook her head.

"Fine," Lin Chuan said with a smile.

After that, Lin Chuan casually walked towards Guan Hu. Guan Hu smiled coldly as five or six guys circled around Lin Chuan.

"A fight's about to break out."

"Come on, let's watch the excitement."

Many spectators quickly gathered at a distance to watch the commotion. Shopping isn't the only pastime Chinese people love; they also relish in watching the excitement unfold. Especially when it's a free show, the crowd of onlookers kept growing. Guan Hu was even more smug, deciding to make Lin Chuan embarrass himself in front of everyone.

"Lin Chuan, it's not too late to surrender now," Guan Hu squinted his eyes, revealing a sinister smile.

"Surrender?" Lin Chuan was taken aback and said, "Guan Hu, are you overestimating yourself, or underestimating me?"

"Fuck you, asshole!" bellowed Guan Hu, "Boys, let's take him down together."

"Go!" With a wave of his hand, a swarm of men rushed in at once.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

Several people nearby immediately encircled him, swinging their 1.8-meter long sticks furiously at Lin Chuan.

Swish…

Lin Chuan's movements were unpredictable, and his traces were quite elusive. With a few sidesteps, he surprisingly dodged the sticks swinging from several men. Guan Hu was stunned; Lin Chuan had actually evaded the first wave of attacks.

"Heh, watch closely," Lin Chuan said with a smile curving at his mouth.

With that said, he suddenly leaped up, kicking fiercely toward them.

Thump…

One of Guan Hu's disciples immediately flew out, rolling several times on the ground, his stick rolling away as well.

"Damn it!" Guan Hu became furious and yelled, "Take this!"

Guan Hu raised his long stick and chopped down ferociously. In that instant, the stick almost twisted mid-air, forming an arc.

"Awesome!" The crowd of onlookers suddenly gasped in amazement.

Everyone saw that Guan Hu's stick had bent, and the force behind it was certainly immense; being struck by it would undoubtedly lead to death or at least severe disability.

Bang…

The stick missed and struck the granite ground instead, and it split instantly upon impact.

Guan Hu felt some pain as the huge recoil from the impact hit his palms, causing intense and burning stinging. Biting his teeth, Guan Hu held back the pain deep inside without showing it.

"Lin Chuan, you're just lucky," Guan Hu snorted coldly.

"Doesn't your hand hurt?" Lin Chuan smiled broadly and said, "If it hurts, just scream it out."

"You!" Guan Hu was so angry that he was gnashing his teeth. His hands indeed hurt, trembling with pain to the point where he almost lost the strength to grip. Guan Hu shouted, "Everyone attack together; don't let this kid have his way today."

"Yes!" Several people around immediately closed in on him.

A flurry of sticks came at once, but who is Lin Chuan? Even if the assailants were disciples of a martial school, they could not possibly defeat a spearhead figure like Lin Chuan.

Crack...

Lin Chuan dashed forward with a sudden burst of speed, grabbing one's shoulder blades and dislocating his arm on the spot.

"Ouch…" The man immediately went limp. Both arms lost strength as if he turned into a human stick.

"What... what happened to you?" his comrade asked urgently.

"My... my arm has been dislocated," the man's complexion changed as he panicked, "It's over, it's over, my arm is out of its socket."

Guan Hu became desperate: "Brothers, make it quick!"

Roar roar roar…

The strategy of attacking in shifts didn't work, nor did overwhelming numbers. Left with no choice, Guan Hu called for a swift resolution, hoping that even in defeat, Lin Chuan would take a hit from a stick to save some face. Several people rushed in rapidly.

Lin Chuan swept through the opposition. He leaped up, his single leg pushing off the wall behind him; his shoe soles flattened. His thigh muscles compressed, bursting forth with tremendous energy. Mid-air, he somersaulted and swiftly landed behind the enemy.

Thump thump…

A sweeping kick sent the attackers flying, falling one after another. With his disciples down, Guan Hu gritted his teeth and faced the challenge head-on, saying, "Lin Chuan, you and I are irreconcilable! Die!"

Roaring, Guan Hu grabbed the stick with both hands and swept it fiercely toward Lin Chuan.

Guan Hu was broad and fat, heavy with slow movement, and low agility. Lin Chuan was the exact opposite; his greatest strength was his speed. Coupled with formidable power, Lin Chuan nimbly dodged Guan Hu's stick and swiftly closed in. He raised one hand, turning fist into palm.

Slap...

A palm strike slashed fiercely across Guan Hu's throat.

Spurt...

Guan Hu immediately spat out a mouthful of saliva, toppling backward, and crashed heavily onto the ground.

The throat is the most vulnerable part of the human body; a heavy blow there inevitably causes immense pain. As Guan Hu lay on the ground, clutching his throat and screaming in agony, the few disciples who had gotten up didn't dare to come forward to help. Clenching their sticks, they watched Lin Chuan with guarded looks.

Lin Chuan stepped forward a few paces.

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