Chapter 478 - Chapter 478: Chapter 296 Im Really Not the King of Killers 2 (1/2)
Chapter 478: Chapter 296 I’m Really Not the King of Killers 2
Little Landlady thought to herself, if Lin Chuan couldn’t win, then she would sneak an attack.
During these days, Lin Chuan had taught her quite a few fighting skills.
She was very talented and learned well.
Ordinary people were no match for her.
This time, perhaps she could help.
However,
she quickly reassured herself.
Before reaching the 32nd floor, she heard the conversation between Lin Chuan and Croney.
Lin Chuan’s calm tone was like telling Little Landlady that he was the victor.
“Xinxin, make a call to Shen Qianqian, she knows what to do,”
Lin Chuan saw the arrival of Little Landlady and a sincere smile appeared on his face as he spoke.
“Okay!”
Little Landlady immediately took out her phone and called Shen Qianqian.
Shen Qianqian and Xia Qingqing almost immediately rushed over upon receiving the call.
At the same time, they informed the Anling Police Station.
In the car.
Xia Qingqing’s hair wasn’t completely dry and was still messy; hearing that a top assassin had made a move on Lin Chuan made her heart suddenly panic.
Even though that assassin had now been subdued.
But what about the process?
Was he injured?
Were there any follow-ups?
It was still unknown.
“Qianqian, is that Croney really that terrifying?” Xia Qingqing felt tense after hearing Shen Qianqian’s introduction of Croney.
Shen Qianqian also felt very complicated.
Her impression of Croney came solely from her teacher, who had once held a prominent position in the International Police.
In her teacher’s description,
Croney was a lurking predator of the night, who could appear before you in any identity and deliver a fatal blow when you least expected it.
A strike meant death.
She was not only thinking but also worrying.
Had Lin Chuan dodged Croney’s strike?
Lin Chuan probably took it head-on, right?
Where was he injured?
She hoped she was just overthinking.
So thought Shen Qianqian.
Then, she replied to Xia Qingqing, trying to sound as calm as possible, “Croney is well-known in the assassin circle, hailed as the King of Killers of England. According to my teacher, many people want to hire him, but his fees are extremely high, easily millions or tens of millions.”
The car sped along the streets.
The sound of the wind was incessant around them.
Xia Qingqing fell silent.
A reward of several million US dollars, equivalent to over seventy million RMB, had even brought this top assassin out.
Perhaps, Lin Chuan wouldn’t only face Croney but might also suffer more deadly attacks.
Thinking this,
Xia Qingqing pursed her lips and remained silent.
Shen Qianqian was also silent, gripping the steering wheel.
After a long moment.
She finally said, “I just heard Lin Chuan talking; he sounded very strong, probably not injured, right?”
She sounded a bit unsure when saying this.
However, there probably weren’t serious injuries; otherwise, Xinxin would have cried out long ago.
Maybe… just some scratches?
Xia Qingqing frowned, “Attacked by Croney and not only was he not injured, but he also subdued him?”
“Probably… maybe… I guess?” Shen Qianqian said, feeling somewhat doubtful.
This, seemingly, might not add up.
After all, the opponent was not just-anybody.
Any assassin, unless they were a fool, would possess a strong threat.
Especially this King of Killers of England.
Both carrying the same concern and doubt, they rushed to Linjiang Mansion, swiftly got out of the car like it was a capture operation, sprinted through the underground parking lot, and boarded the elevator.
The thirty-something seconds in the elevator felt like half a century.
Finally.
Ding!
32nd floor!
As soon as the elevator doors opened, they dashed out.
“You guys are here?”
At that moment, Lin Chuan, holding a thermos cup and just having taken a sip, saw the two policewomen and smiled.
Shen Qianqian and Xia Qingqing stared intently at Lin Chuan.
Lin Chuan was completely unharmed, with no blood visible, no limbs missing, still holding the thermos, standing by the window with the evening breeze blowing, his expression somewhat enjoying and comfortable.