Chapter 145 - Chapter 145: Chapter 132: This Comrade Lin is too much! (Please subscribe)_2 (1/2)

Chapter 145: Chapter 132: This Comrade Lin is too much! (Please subscribe)_2

Lin Chuan, a web novel writer, 24 years old, 186 cm in height, with a handsome face and a slender build.

This is someone who earns his living by intellect.

As for physical strength,

both Hu Daqiang and the detectives in the team thought that this term hardly linked to Lin Chuan.

But now!

The scene inside the Goldstone Edge Antique Shop on East Street had shaken them.

Hu Daqiang swallowed his saliva, furrowed his brows, and looked at the situation inside the shop, which was a mess, obviously the aftermath of a fierce fight.

At this moment, several men in black T-shirts were curled up on the ground, some with blood spilling from their mouths, some clutching their groins, and others dragging injured legs and trying to crawl out of the antique shop.

Not far away, there were several gleaming knives piled up.

And there was Lin Chuan himself in the shop, smiling at him, “Captain Hu, it’s been a while.”

Next to Lin Chuan were two girls.

One of them was indeed Shen Qianqian.

Could it be that Shen Qianqian had arrived by herself and taken care of these ten thugs?

Had Shen Qianqian become so formidable after transferring to the Anti-Fraud Center?

Whew—

Captain Hu Daqiang felt both astonished and puzzled in his heart, but seeing Lin Chuan safe and sound, the stone hanging in his heart dropped, and he let out a long sigh of relief, “Comrade Lin, I’m so glad you’re okay!”

Lin Chuan smiled, “Thanks to Captain Hu, I’m fine.”

Hu Daqiang glanced at Shen Qianqian and then back at Lin Chuan, asking in confusion, “What happened here?”

Several detectives also turned their gaze towards the two of them.

Shen Qianqian smiled radiantly, “I only just got here; you should ask the person involved.”

With a twist of his brows and a hint of astonishment in his eyes, Hu Daqiang asked, “Comrade Lin, did you take down all these people by yourself?”

Lin Chuan shook his head repeatedly, “Captain Hu, it was self-defense!”

Hu Daqiang glanced at the thugs on the floor, the corners of his mouth involuntarily twitching.

Those in the know understood that you were the victim.

Uninformed bystanders, upon seeing this scene, might think you were the violent perpetrator, who had captured ten young men to brutally torment them.

As an experienced detective, Hu Daqiang immediately started to examine the injuries of these thugs.

The closest thug.

He lay beside a cabinet, blood spilling from his mouth, and the cabinet behind him had been so violently hit that it had moved out of place, causing the antiques inside to fall out. There was a thick footprint on his black T-shirt, right across the chest.

Hu Daqiang reached out to feel the thug’s chest.

Ribs broken.

The thug’s right wrist was purple and swollen, having clearly suffered a heavy blow, likely from when he was holding a knife and Lin Chuan had either snatched it from him or struck his wrist to knock the knife out of his hand.

Hu Daqiang’s expression changed slightly as he turned to another thug.

This thug had bruises on his abdomen, and his genital area was ruptured—the pain he must have been in was unimaginable.

Not far from him, another thug had bruises all over his body and a dislocated knee joint that might have been fractured.

After examining the condition of several more thugs,