Chapter 144 - Chapter 144: Chapter 132: This Comrade Lin is too fierce! (Please subscribe) (1/2)

Chapter 144: Chapter 132: This Comrade Lin is too fierce! (Please subscribe)

Goldstone Edge Antique Shop.

At this moment, the shop was in chaos.

Shelves that once displayed a variety of valuable antiques were now in disarray, with bronze wares, jade, and paintings scattered all around. The blue and white landscape-patterned vase from the Ming Dynasty brought by the man in the blue T-shirt was already shattered beyond repair.

Pools of blood spread across the floor, blooming like a cluster of red plum blossoms. The evening breeze swept into the silent antique shop, carrying with it a sharp, acrid smell of blood that quickly filled the air.

Shen Qianqian felt a sudden tug at her heart as she dashed into the shop with two quick strides.

At that moment.

The wails from inside the shop reached Shen Qianqian’s ears. Looking down, she saw several burly men lying haphazardly on the ground, completely devoid of any fighting capability, but right now, her mind was wholly focused on Lin Chuan, as she searched for him everywhere.

Finally, she spotted a familiar figure in her field of vision.

There he was, wearing a white shirt stained with specks of blood that looked like red prints, heading towards the shop’s tea room.

“Lin Chuan!”

Upon seeing Lin Chuan, Shen Qianqian immediately shouted out loud.

Lin Chuan turned around and a smile immediately spread across his face, “Qianqian, you came at just the right…”

But Lin Chuan didn’t finish his sentence.

A fragrance rushed into his embrace in an instant, as a pair of hands quickly wrapped around his waist, holding him so tightly as if afraid he would run away.

Shen Qianqian hugged Lin Chuan tightly.

Seeing that Lin Chuan was unharmed, the stone in her heart finally settled. She had rushed all the way here, her nerves stretched to the breaking point, and now layers of tears threaded together, streaming from her eyes, as she wept silently in Lin Chuan’s embrace.

Lin Chuan felt the emotions of Shen Qianqian, who had run into his arms, and his heartstrings trembled. After taking a deep breath, he gently patted her back,

“I’m okay, I’m okay.”

Lin Chuan’s strong heartbeat thumped in Shen Qianqian’s ears, bringing her peace. Pressing close to Lin Chuan, she murmured, “As long as you’re okay.”

“How has it become me comforting you now?”

Lin Chuan patted her back again, teasing her.

Shen Qianqian turned her tears into laughter and gently punched Lin Chuan’s shoulder, “I thought you had been…”

“Been what?” Lin Chuan’s face broke into an easy smile.

“Thought you were tortured.” Shen Qianqian pursed her lips, wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes, and quickly returned to her usual demeanor.

Lin Chuan chuckled, “It was close. I almost got tortured.”

Only now did Shen Qianqian’s gaze fall on the ten men lying haphazardly on the ground, crying and howling in pain.

The antique shop was a mess, with each of the ten assassins in their own dire straits.

Some were clutching their chests with blood spurting from their mouths; others were stacked together like Arhats; and there were those who curled up on the floor, clutching their groins.

Grim!

And there was one who had been stabbed in the back and was pressed under two big men, almost unable to breathe.