At this moment, Lin Chuan was almost standing 25 meters away, and the target was just a square inch of wooden board, and only the red center of this board, which was the size of a one yuan coin. Zhou Kai and the others were also curiously staring at Lin Chuan.

"Chuanzi, go for it." Lu Dapao shouted loudly: "Fight for the brothers."

Whoosh whoosh whoosh…

Lin Chuan threw out three throwing knives at once.

Clap clap clap…

Three crisp sounds, and the three throwing knives actually hit the red heart the size of a coin neatly.

Sigh…

Everyone was dumbfounded, the little kid Goudan's eyes widened, and snot flowed down from his nose. Lin Chuan turned his head to look at the middle-aged man, who was also staring at Lin Chuan at that moment. When their eyes met, the middle-aged man immediately looked away and continued to grill skewers.

"Uncle, you're so awesome." The little kid Goudan exclaimed: "I thought only my dad had this skill, I didn't expect you to have it too."

"Keep practicing, and you can do it too," Lin Chuan patted Goudan on the head. Goudan wasn't upset at all; instead, he grabbed Lin Chuan's arm, saying: "Uncle, why don't you teach me then?"

"Doesn't your dad teach you?" Lin Chuan asked curiously.

"He teaches, it's just… just too harsh." Goudan's final words were very soft.

"Goudan!" At this moment, the middle-aged man called out.

Goudan immediately shrank his neck, then let go of Lin Chuan's arm and obediently picked up his own throwing knives, continuing to practice alone.

Lin Chuan returned to the table, holding a cigarette: "How was it?"

"Chuanzi, that was awesome." Zhou Kai exclaimed: "You're simply a genius."

"That's true." Lu Dapao looked at Lin Chuan in surprise and said, "Brother Chuanzi, why don't you teach the brothers then, you'll have more helpers in the future, won't you?"

"Really want to practice?" Lin Chuan smiled: "It requires a lot of effort, and it also takes a long time before one can succeed."

"Brother Chuanzi, how long does it take to reach your level?" Zhou Kai asked eagerly.

"It depends on the person's comprehension." Lin Chuan laughed: "Some with high comprehension can handle it in three to five years, but those with low comprehension may need to practice for ten to twenty years."

Upon hearing this, everyone clicked their tongues in surprise. It takes such a long time to practice throwing knives, it's really discouraging? Everyone immediately shut their mouths, no longer daring to speak about practicing throwing knives, after all, no one wants to spend so much time on such a skill. If it was guaranteed to master it in three to five years, it would be fine, but if it accidentally took ten to twenty years, wouldn't their whole life be spent on this?

Lin Chuan smirked, knowing these bastards didn't have the patience. However, he was quite optimistic about that little guy who managed to practice to this level in just over a year, indeed not bad.

At this time, the middle-aged man brought over a portion of lamb kidneys: "This is on the house. Your performance just now was good."

"Thanks for the compliment." Lin Chuan wasn't sure if the other party was being sarcastic or genuine.

The middle-aged man dropped off a portion of lamb kidneys and returned to his barbecue stand.

After finishing their meal, Lin Chuan and the others left the barbecue stand, it was already past two in the morning, everyone was full and a bit sleepy, so they all planned to go back to sleep. Lin Chuan also returned home and immediately went to bed.

Sleeping until the next day around 10 o'clock in the morning.

When he woke up, it was already sunny outside. After several days of cloudy weather, finally, there was a sunny day. Lin Chuan stretched and climbed out of bed, saw the breakfast left by his mother on the dining table, although cold, it looked very heartwarming.

After a quick wash, Lin Chuan immediately swallowed the breakfast and then put on a coat and went out.

Last night, he cut the arm of one of the Song family brothers, and who knows what will happen today, but today is Saturday, the City Committee is not working, probably at this time the two brothers are in the hospital. They must also be busy investigating the real culprit. They would suspect Luo Guoqing, and they would suspect himself, but they certainly wouldn't find any concrete evidence. According to the rules of the underworld, the Northeast Tiger would definitely release news and then look for the murderer. Unfortunately, Zhou Kai and his friends are not involved in the underworld, so the underworld's methods are useless to them.

Lin Chuan walked out of the community, Uncle Liu was repairing bicycles, a few of them upside down, fixing tires.

"Uncle, nowadays everyone is buying cars. Who still rides a bicycle?" Lin Chuan joked with a smile, "You should quickly improve your skills, switch to repairing cars, to ensure a prosperous life."

"You don't know shit." Uncle Liu, with half a cigarette in his mouth, cursed as ash fell from his cigarette when he laughed, "Cycling is eco-friendly and good for fitness. Driving pollutes the environment. Look at Western countries, they are already promoting cycling."

"That's true." Lin Chuan nodded and said, "Uncle, I didn't expect you to be so progressive."

"Hahaha..." Uncle Liu laughed heartily and asked, "Where are you headed, young man?"

"Just out for a stroll," Lin Chuan replied with a smile.

"Alright, off you go. Take the weekend to find yourself a girlfriend to bring back," Uncle Liu chuckled.

Lin Chuan planned to stop by Luo Guoqing's place to inform him beforehand about the matter so that Luo Guoqing wouldn't be kept in the dark. However, when the taxi reached the intersection of Huai Mountain South Road, Lin Chuan caught sight of someone and quickly shouted, "Master, stop here, please."

After getting out of the car, Lin Chuan noticed Song Xiaojia standing at the intersection, looking dazed. Today she wasn't in her police uniform but dressed casually in a gray tracksuit that made her look youthful and vibrant, showcasing her long and well-proportioned legs and an ideally balanced figure, all incredibly enticing.

"Yo, Officer Song, meeting up with your boyfriend?" Lin Chuan walked over with a grin.

"It's you?" Song Xiaojia frowned and said, "Lin Chuan, what are you up to?"

"I thought I'd ask you out," Lin Chuan teased.

"Go away, I don't have time to mess around with you," Song Xiaojia glanced at him.

"Oh? You really meeting a guy?" Lin Chuan suppressed his look at Song Xiaojia, firstly, today being Saturday, Song Xiaojia probably wasn't working, and if she was, she would definitely be in uniform; secondly, she was dressed casually and even had light makeup on, what else could it be if not a date?

"Get lost," Song Xiaojia replied irritably, then turned her head away, ignoring Lin Chuan.

"Looks like I was right." Lin Chuan, with a rascal-like demeanor, stood next to Song Xiaojia with a cigarette in his mouth, hands in his pockets, and said, "Officer Song, I'll stick around then to check out what your guy looks like."

"You..." Song Xiaojia was infuriated by Lin Chuan. She gnashed her teeth and said, "You jerk, get lost."

Initially, Song Xiaojia had a favorable impression of Lin Chuan, but seeing his rogue-like appearance, her good feelings vanished instantly, wishing she could strangle him. However, Lin Chuan was relentless: "Officer Song, you can't treat me like this when I'm just trying to help you screen your future husband. Isn't this a bit too ungrateful?"

"Hmph!" Song Xiaojia snorted coldly, saying, "I never asked for your 'help.'

"Haha, the cat's out of the bag, isn't it?" Lin Chuan felt smug, thinking he had tricked Song Xiaojia into revealing the truth.

Unexpectedly, an old black Santana 2000 approached Song Xiaojia and stopped beside her. The window rolled down, and Zhang Wenhui flashed a smile, asking, "Xiao Jia, why is Lin Chuan here too?"

"He's sticking to me like a clingy street dog," Song Xiaojia complained.

"Uh..." Lin Chuan was immediately dumbfounded. "Officer Zhang, what's this about?"

"None of your business," Song Xiaojia glared at Lin Chuan, then opened the car door and got in. Zhang Wenhui smiled, turned off the car, pulled the handbrake, then got out of the car and offered Lin Chuan a Liqun cigarette, saying, "Not to keep it from you, but we are investigating a case."

"Which case?" A pang of anxiety shot through Lin Chuan. Could it be that Zhang Wenhui was about to tell him about the case he was investigating?

"About the case at the Vanguard Chemical Plant," Zhang Wenhui replied.

"Oh?" Lin Chuan was taken aback and said, "Wasn't it already determined that an operator's mistake caused that explosion? What, is there more to it than that?"

"Can't say much," Zhang Wenhui smiled and said, "After all, it's our job to investigate, right?"

"Officer Zhang, you shouldn't tell him," Song Xiaojia stuck her head out with a serious look, saying, "It's confidential police information, why should we tell him?"

"No worries, Lin Chuan deserves to know," Zhang Wenhui said with a smile. Lin Chuan blinked and replied, "Fair enough, I'd rather not know about it. You guys do your thing; I'll be off."

With that, Lin Chuan broke into a run. The case involving the police had nothing to do with him; Zhang Wenhui's intent to tell him was merely to pique his curiosity, and as they say, curiosity killed the cat. Once he took the bait, Zhang Wenhui would definitely use him as a pawn.

"Wait a moment," Zhang Wenhui called out.

"What?" Lin Chuan turned and looked at Zhang Wenhui, saying, "If it's such a big deal, I'll return this cigarette to you."

Lin Chuan handed back the half-smoked cigarette to Zhang Wenhui, who couldn't help but show a bitter smile, saying, "Are you sure you don't want to know?"

"Don't want to," Lin Chuan immediately shook his head and turned to leave.

"But..." Zhang Wenhui took a drag of the cigarette and said, "It involves Secretary Tang."

Lin Chuan's steps froze instantly. He stepped back two steps towards Zhang Wenhui, asking doubtfully, "What did you just say? It involves Secretary Tang? What does that explosion case have to do with Secretary Tang? Could it be something Yumeng did?"

"I never said that," Zhang Wenhui shook his head.

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