Lin Chuan exhaled a heavy breath and wiped the residual tears from the corner of his eyes. At this moment, his gaze became exceptionally sharp. Eight years had changed a person, eight years had made Lin Chuan's heart forget what mercy was. Mercy towards an enemy is cruelty towards oneself.
"Brother Chuan." At this time, Zhou Kai and the others hurriedly ran to the hospital.
"We have already found the assailant." Lu Dapao quickly said.
"Who is it?" Lin Chuan asked.
"It's..." Lu Dapao hesitated for a moment, looked up at Zhou Kai, and Zhou Kai added, "Brother Chuan, this person is a thug and has ties with the criminal underworld, we're afraid... afraid that you'll get into trouble!"
"Speak!" Lin Chuan's voice was as cold as a slab of iron in winter.
"It's Long." Lu Dapao shrank his neck and continued: "His real name is Long Wu, quite a notorious thug on the south road of Huai Mountain, made a fortune through protection rackets, and the guy even drives a Porsche Cayenne."
At this point, envy appeared in the eyes of Lu Dapao and the others.
"Where does he live?" Lin Chuan asked again.
"Shangpin Garden." Zhou Kai honestly answered. Hearing this, Lin Chuan turned around and left.
Shangpin Garden, a neighborhood not far from Changlin Community, and a rather high-end one at that, where property prices have already soared to ten thousand per square meter, and a single apartment would easily cost millions. Only the rich and noble could afford to live there.
Lin Chuan, carrying an old canvas bag, lingered a few times at the entrance of Shangpin Garden, with Zhou Kai and Lu Dapao and others following him.
The security guards at the gate kept their eyes on Lin Chuan. His attire alone filled them with vigilance. Although thieves wouldn't label themselves as 'thieves', Lin Chuan, dressed like a laborer and carrying a worn-out bag, had already been loitering around this elite complex for quite a long time. No one could be sure he wasn't a thief. It's not the theft itself, but the possibility of theft that they fear.
"Brother Chuan, perhaps we should think this over carefully?" Zhou Kai was somewhat worried. Although Long Wu was a thug, both his strength and influence were substantial. Lin Chuan was tall, but didn't look fierce, lacking the bulging, muscular build, so he lacked that sense of power.
"No!" Lin Chuan replied with just one word, which fell like a heavy bomb into the hearts of Zhou Kai and the others.
Lin Chuan took a deep drag of his cigarette, the smoke burning his eyes. In the haze, his heart filled with even greater animosity. Eight years turned a naive boy into a steel-hardened man. Lin Chuan lost his father when he was young, and his mother struggled single-handedly to raise him, making her his everything. A dragon has its scales, and a man has his principles. Now, Long Wu had touched his raw nerve. He could not let this grievance pass without retaliation.
Screech...
Suddenly, a matte gold Porsche Cayenne sped from outside, came to a swift halt with a screech at the guard post, blocking the entrance pathway perfectly.
A bald man jumped out of the car, his face flushed red, reeking of alcohol which even Lin Chuan could clearly smell from ten meters away.
"Brother Chuan, it's him!" Zhou Kai exclaimed excitedly: "He... he is Long Wu!"
Only then did Lin Chuan narrow his eyes to size up the man before him. To defeat the enemy, one must first know the enemy. Aside from being overweight, the man in front of him seemed to have no combat ability whatsoever, reeking of alcohol, with a shiny bald head, and two dragon tattoos on his back that seemed to toy with a bead.
"Long... Long Bro!" The security guard hurried out, quick with his hands, offering a Zhonghua brand cigarette and saying, "This... isn't good, right? Blocking the entry, the homeowners will complain about our work."
Slap...
Long Wu slapped the security guard across the face, leaving five red marks, and spat a mouthful of alcohol-heavy saliva at him, cursing: "Motherf*cker, my car stops here. Anyone who dares to complain should come find me. On the south road of Huai Mountain, I, Long Wu, am the Prince!"
After speaking, Long Wu took the Zhonghua cigarette from the dumbstruck guard and swaggered into the complex.
These scenes were closely observed by Lin Chuan. This man, who seemed fierce and terrible, was nothing but a nouveau riche, eager to exhibit himself, desperate for the whole world to know he was a mobster. To deal with such a person, one must be fiercer and more ruthless than he is.
"Are you Long Wu?" Lin Chuan suddenly blocked Long Wu's path.
"Who the f*ck are you?" Long Wu suddenly stopped in his tracks, glaring at the man dressed as a laborer in front of him, and cursed: "Has the world turned upside down? Any piece of trash now dares to call out Long Wu's name?"
"I'll ask you just one question." Lin Chuan looked indifferently at Long Wu, saying: "Did you do the beating in Changlin Community?"
Lin Chuan's voice was very cold, as cold as a gust of wind blowing in from the Siberian wasteland. Long Wu was immediately awakened by this blast of cold air, and the effects of alcohol vanished instantly. He did not know why he felt this way, facing a young man who seemed to pose no threat, yet he felt fear, a fear that came from an instinctive human response. He quickly steadied his mind and sneered: "Who the **** are you? Yes, I did it. In the..."
Whoosh...
A hand gripped Long Wu's neck with a bizarre speed and angle, and Long Wu instinctively tried to pry it off with both hands. However, Long Wu found that his own hands were limp like cotton. In that instant, Lin Chuan's hand seemed like a mechanical arm, and he felt like a lab rat fixed to an operating table.
"No..." Long Wu wanted to call for help, but he couldn't make a sound from his throat. It was as if he had been forbidden by the Grim Reaper. This was the first time in Long Wu's life that he felt he was in close proximity to death. He felt as though his soul was detaching from his imprisoned body. And just as he was about to leave completely, a glimmer of light gave him hope.
Bang...
Lin Chuan was a warrior; a soldier; a peerless killing machine. When he was choking an enemy, he could precisely calculate the time of death; he could provide the swiftest death or the most painful torture. In the last second of Long Wu's mechanical suffocation, Lin Chuan threw him out forcefully.
Long Wu covered his neck with both hands, his face purplish-red, his eyes bloodshot and bulging. He gasped for air violently, fearfully looking at Lin Chuan not far away.
It was not until Lin Chuan approached that Long Wu reacted and started running for his life.
"Survival, or death!" Lin Chuan's speed astonished everyone present, almost causing their eyeballs to fall out.
"I... I... Go to hell with your survival, death!" Long Wu went all out, suddenly producing a machete from the trunk of the Cayenne, and savagely hacked at Lin Chuan.
A man on the verge of death, first goes mad.
Long Wu had lost his mind, and his weakness couldn't be adequately described as 'using an egg to smash a stone.' The knife had barely swung down before it was caught by Lin Chuan. Lin Chuan revealed a mocking smile and said, "Your body has been completely hollowed out by indulgence. Now, you're like an old lady who could be blown over by a gust of wind."
Crack...
The arm holding the knife was abruptly twisted and broken by Lin Chuan, not dislocated but literally twisted off by Lin Chuan's wrist, bone spikes protruding from the bloody wound, grizzly white amidst the burst of blood, splatters reaching three feet afar. Long Wu covered his arm, mouth agape, eyes bulging as if he was suffocating, and after a long while, he finally burst out screaming: "Ahh!!"
The painful screams caused everyone to shiver with goosebumps. Lu Dapao clutched Zhou Kai's arm tightly, saying, "My god, Chuan… Chuan has killed someone!"
"Bull… Bull… Bullshit!" Huang Bo eagerly said with a stutter, "This... This is... upholding... justice!"
Zhou Kai's face went pale.
The only calm one was him. Although he often skipped classes, he still had this common sense: the wrist strength of a grown man is only around eighty kilograms. However, the bone structure of a human is very solid, and even using the simplest method, along the grain of the bone, against the direction of pressure the bone can withstand, creating a lever effect between bones, even so, breaking an adult's arm bone still requires at least three hundred kilograms of force. This... this is definitely not something an ordinary person could do.
Gulp...
Zhou Kai's forehead was streaming with cold sweat, and he couldn't help but swallow saliva.
Long Wu thought that having one arm broken was the greatest punishment he would receive, but little did he know the real punishment from the devil was just beginning. Lin Chuan slowly approached Long Wu. As he saw Lin Chuan's figure advancing, Long Wu was so scared he pissed himself, wailing, "Big brother, please... spare my life..."
"A person, should be responsible for their mistakes!" Lin Chuan actually said this sentence out loud. Yes, because of a mistake, he had to be remorseful for a lifetime; because of this mistake, he lost everything; because of this mistake, he was abandoned. He hated this! But the reality was such. When he left, this sentence was given to him by his superior.
"No... don't kill me..." Long Wu's voice was trembling, as was his body. He desperately tried to crawl backward with his unbroken left hand, but it seemed as if his body was not under his control. This was simply a nightmare.
Thud...
Lin Chuan's foot stomped heavily on Long Wu's head.
Long Wu's shiny bald head lost its luster at this moment, the tender skin rubbing against the cement floor, streaks of red marks stabbing the eyes of the onlookers, who terrified, turned their heads away, as if those wounds were being carved out on their own bodies.