Chapter 142 - Chapter 142: Chapter 131: Assassin! (Please Subscribe) (1/2)
Chapter 142: Chapter 131: Assassin! (Please Subscribe)
East Street, Goldstone Edge Antique Shop.
The shop was large, but most of the space was occupied by cabinets storing various antiques, making the passageway rather cramped for the eight or nine men in black T-shirts crowded at the entrance.
As everyone knows,
in an open area, ten people ganging up on one can swarm and attack from all sides.
In a relatively narrow space like this, however, it’s not so easy to throw punches and kicks.
Lin Chuan’s gaze swept over the ten knife-wielding men in front of him; he used one hand to undo the buttons of his white shirt, his face wearing an inexplicably excited smile.
At this moment,
Inside and outside the shop, a tense atmosphere was thick in the air.
In the tea room, Little Landlady’s heart was pounding rapidly, she poked her head out, her eyes already reddened, looking at Lin Chuan with full concern.
“Little Landlady, just sit there and be good, and remember to testify for me when the police arrive, that I was acting in self-defense,” Lin Chuan turned his head to look at the Little Landlady, giving her a reassuring glance.
“Chairman, Sister Qianqian will be here soon,”
Little Landlady’s voice was tinged with a sob.
“Don’t worry, Little Landlady. These guys are just like Little Karami. Give me five minutes, and I’ll knock them all down!” Lin Chuan said with a confident smile on his face.
“Little Karami?”
A flash of anger crossed the face of the man in a blue T-shirt.
In all his years in the business, it was the first time he had ever been mocked as Little Karami!
Moreover, he had learned from Old Bao that Lin Chuan was but a web novel writer, an adage saying ‘A scholar without use is of no value,’ with web novel writers being even less useful!
The man in the blue T-shirt tightened his grip on the roughly forty-centimeter-long knife in his hand, his eyes emitting a cold light as he quickly advanced.
The nine men in black T-shirts behind him surged forward simultaneously.
Inside the Antique Shop,
Lin Chuan did not run away; instead, he charged forward quickly.
The man in the blue T-shirt was also fast, his knife gleaming as it cut through the air, slashing towards Lin Chuan’s waist.
Lin Chuan planted his feet firmly, swung his hand in a backfist strike, his right fist clenched, and with a swift downward elbow strike, blocked the blue T-shirt man’s elbow that held the knife.
At the same time,
Lin Chuan’s left fist was already powered up at his waist, his feet moving quickly in a bow step forward, and his left fist struck out viciously.
It was a powerful Bow Step Punch. Lin Chuan was stable in his stance, power emanating from his waist, shoulder, arm, elbow, and fist acting in unison.
The wind from his fist was intense, striking like lightning, swiftly hammering upwards from the lower left towards the blue T-shirt man’s left head.
Martial arts were about lethal techniques!
The man in the blue T-shirt was no pushover either.
As Lin Chuan’s left fist neared, he quickly swung out his left elbow to block, his right hand flipping the knife for a horizontal sweep at Lin Chuan’s abdomen.
Whoosh!
Lin Chuan’s right elbow struck back in a reverse back fist, and before the knife could reach him, he viciously struck the blue T-shirt man’s wrist holding the knife.