In the following days, Dingjing experienced a great shock.

Ling Jianghai and Fu Tianlong, the two overlords, joined forces to attack Lin Bingrui's turf, and a group of people had become completely bloodthirsty!

But that wasn't all—a decapitation strike was brewing.

Whooosh... Squeak! Squeak—

A series of urgent brake sounds erupted at the entrance of Dingjing's First Hospital, as a dozen black vans came to a sudden halt, and a large group of men rushed out of the vehicles. Led by several men of extraordinary bearing, they stormed into the hospital.

"Bang!"

"Sir, young miss, it's bad—Ling Jianghai and Fu Tianlong's men have broken into the hospital," Uncle Xiang rushed into the ward from outside, speaking in a panic.

"What?"

Lin Zhiyan and the others exclaimed, reflexively turning to glance at Jiang Chen's hospital bed.

Jiang Chen had been asleep since fainting a couple of days earlier. At first, everyone was petrified with fear, but after Wu Feng examined him, he told them that Jiang Chen was undergoing a type of self-healing similar to martial artists. By the time Jiang Chen woke up, his injuries would be mostly healed, which somewhat allayed their fears.

But now, the hospital was under siege.

With Jiang Chen, their strongest warrior, in a coma, Lin Zhiyan and the others immediately felt a sinking sensation in their hearts.

"Wu Feng senior brother, Zhang Qiang senior brother, sorry to trouble you both, but please take action!" Lin Zhiyan said with a solemn expression.

Wu Feng and the others nodded.

"Be careful!" Lin Bingrui instructed somberly from his hospital bed.

A couple of days earlier, Lin Bingrui had been rescued by Jiang Chen, and after the doctors' relentless efforts, he had been thoroughly brought back. However, he was still unable to get out of bed, and with Jiang Chen in a coma, all they could do was fiercely defend this one path they had left.

Wu Feng and the other two stepped out of the ward, guarding the elevator and stairwell entrances with the hospital staff.

In the ward, Gong Lin sat next to Jiang Chen with a worried look, gazing affectionately at him.

She couldn't manage anything happening outside; all she wanted was for Jiang Chen to be okay. If the intruders really broke in, she was determined to protect her lover at all costs.

However, Jiang Chen wasn't actually self-healing as Wu Feng had suggested.

At this moment, his entire mind was plunged into darkness.

Not knowing how long the darkness lasted, a glimmer of light slowly appeared. Walking towards the light, Jiang Chen stepped through it and found himself back in the cave from his dream memory, where he had once obtained the cultivation technique.

Looking up in this dream, he saw the mountaintop he had seen before, still flashing with a dazzling light that seemed even brighter now.

In his consciousness, Jiang Chen felt a mysterious force urging him to continue up the mountain path.

No matter how long he walked, suddenly a blood-colored light flared up before his eyes.

Jiang Chen focused and was instantly stunned.

In front of him appeared a giant, gleaming blood-colored palace.

A strong force of attraction emanated from the palace, giving Jiang Chen an irresistible urge to go in and take a look.

But when Jiang Chen tried to step forward, he found that no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move even a step.

And when he tried to use his cultivation technique, he suddenly realized that, shockingly, he could not activate it either.

"Swoosh—"

Just as Jiang Chen was astounded, a streak of blood light flared from the palace, and a silhouette suddenly appeared in the sky above the mountaintop.

That figure seemed both illusory and real, constantly moving, and was practicing a mysterious form of swordplay.

Jiang Chen looked up, and gradually, he became entranced, his limbs moving involuntarily to follow and begin practicing alongside the figure.

Not knowing how long he practiced, the dancing figure suddenly disappeared.

Then, with a flash of blood light, the palace suddenly vanished as well.

Afterward, Jiang Chen's consciousness slowly returned to his body, and abruptly, a shouting voice reached his ears.

"Kill! Break in and kill Lin Bingrui and Jiang Chen..."

The voice was like a great bell, reverberating in Jiang Chen's eardrums.

Suddenly!

Jiang Chen opened his eyes.

...

Outside the ward, Lin Zhiyan, Wu Feng, Zhang Qiang, and a group of brothers responsible for protecting Lin Bingrui in the hospital were stationed at the elevator and stairwell, and soon encountered the people from both opposing forces.

"Kill!"

"That's Lin Bingrui's daughter, capture her!"

The sound of shouting and killing arose as someone recognized Lin Zhiyan, pointed at her, and yelled out.

Wu Feng and Sun Qiang broke out from the crowd and charged at the mob of ruffians.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

A few dull thuds sounded, and four men blocked Wu Feng and Sun Qiang's path.

The expressions on Wu Feng and Sun Qiang's faces tightened, a look of shock on their faces.

Martial Artists! These four were also Martial Artists!

Lin Zhiyan's heart skipped a beat, as she too realized the four individuals who had stepped forward were Martial Artists. The notion of relying on Wu Feng and Sun Qiang to intimidate the opposition had gone down the drain.

"Kill them..."

The cries to kill rose again, echoing through the hospital corridors, as the mob of ruffians charged at Lin Zhiyan and the others, full of murderous intent.

Entangled by the opposition's Martial Artists, Lin Zhiyan and the others were vastly outnumbered and stood no chance of holding them off. They could only fight as they retreated, slowly being pushed back to the entrance of the hospital room where Lin Bingrui and Jiang Chen were.

"We can't retreat any further!" Lin Zhiyan shouted anxiously.

Wu Feng and the others nodded solemnly one after another.

Behind them was the hospital room. Both Jiang Chen and Lin Bingrui had shown them kindness, and with their skills, if they chose to flee alone, no one present would be able to stop them.

But they couldn't bring themselves to do such a thing.

So, the only option left was to make a last stand at the entrance of the hospital room!

There was no retreat, only death in battle!

"Click!" Just then, the hospital room door suddenly opened, and Lin Bingrui, dragging his frail body, walked out.

"Dad, why have you come out? Get back inside," Lin Zhiyan urgently looked at Lin Bingrui.

Lin Bingrui waved his hand at Lin Zhiyan, turned his head to glance at the enemy crowd, slowly puffed out his chest, regaining the aura of a boss, and spoke in a deep voice, "Where are Ling Jianghai and Fu Tianlong? Bring them here! Are you trying to insult me, Lin Bingrui, by sending these small fry to kill me?"

The opposition's mob stopped their advance, looking at each other, no one spoke up.

A person's reputation could cast a long shadow!

Despite being one of the three overlords and suffering from injuries, Lin Bingrui's presence still had formidable deterrent power.

But among them were several Martial Artists!

In the eyes of Martial Artists, these so-called overlords were as insignificant as chickens and dogs!

"What are you standing around for? Although he's one of the three overlords, right now he's just a sick tiger. Killing him will make your master the lord of words, don't you want that?" one of the enemy Martial Artists shouted out loud.

The enemy forces, who had been hesitating, suddenly lit up with a new light in their eyes as they looked at Lin Bingrui with murderous intent.

"Kill! Charge in! Kill Lin Bingrui and Jiang Chen..."

It was unclear who, but someone suddenly shouted out loud.

Following that, the enemy's excitement rose again, their faces filled with intense killing intent, as they raised their sharp blades and weapons and screamed madly.

"Kill—"

This wave of killing cries was like a terrifying wave, filling the air with a frightening aura as it surged toward Lin Bingrui and the others.

The enemy's Martial Artists laughed.

This was exactly the effect they wanted. A pack of sheep led by an old tiger becomes a pack of wolves.

And now, they were ready to pounce like wolves, eager to completely wipe out Lin Bingrui as well as that so-called Mr. Jiang!

At the same moment, Lin Bingrui and his group felt utter despair!

Looking at the exhilarated enemies, they knew there was no escaping this battle, only death awaited them.

Wu Feng and Zhang Qiang looked at each other and smiled, seeing the resolution to die in each other's eyes.

Lin Zhiyan's gaze was filled with misery, her beautiful face deathly pale. For some reason, she suddenly thought of Jiang Chen, reminiscing about their moments together.

Suddenly, she smiled.

Jiang Chen, perhaps we weren't destined in this life, but dying together must mean something. In the next life, I'd still like to marry a man like you!

And the despairing Lin Bingrui let out a long sigh to the heavens:

"Oh heavens, do you mean to destroy me..."

In the midst of this despair, suddenly, a clear voice rang out from behind them:

"Heh, so many people showed up! That's great! I haven't killed enough yet!"

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