Chapter 142 - Chapter 142: Chapter 131: Assassin! (Please Subscribe) (2/2)

This was a technique from Jeet Kune Do, the bent elbow backfist.

The blue T-shirt man clearly did not expect Lin Chuan to be an expert combatant, and he reacted too slowly. His right wrist ached, nearly causing the knife to fly out of his hand.

This exchange lasted less than two seconds.

Lin Chuan was about to follow up on his advantage when a man to his right swung his knife down at him. As Lin Chuan turned to dodge, he swung his right arm in a hammer strike, like a pendulum, crashing into the man’s groin.

The speed of the blow was so fast that it gave the man no time to react.

Thump.

It was as if the sound of eggs cracking could be heard upon impact, the man instantly bulged his eyes, veins popping on his forehead, his legs clamped tight together, his mouth wide open, but no sound came out.

Pain!

Pain to the point of losing one’s voice!

Lin Chuan knew it was not a time for mercy. He immediately raised his right foot for a low side kick, causing the man’s knee to pain sharply, forcing him to kneel down suddenly, and then Lin Chuan deftly snatched the knife away.

A knife wind attacked from the left side. Lin Chuan held the knife in reverse grip, raised his hand to parry, and then suddenly exerted force to shake off the man to his left, before turning around to deliver a high whip kick, his leg sweeping swiftly like a long whip, hitting the jaw of the man to his left.

Crack, his jaw was dislocated.

By now, Lin Chuan had quickly stepped back, holding the knife horizontally in front of him, catching his breath.

In just over ten seconds, Lin Chuan had engaged with three men.

One was curled up on the ground, clutching his groin, howling in agony.

Another had his jaw dislocated, mouth askew.

One’s fighting power had dropped from ten thousand to six thousand.

Lin Chuan was clever; throughout those ten seconds, he always made sure that only three people could reach him from the front, left, and right.

In the tea room,

The worry in Little Landlady’s eyes was replaced by surprise, her mouth agape, her face frozen, looking at Lin Chuan’s movements in disbelief.

Lin Chuan’s figure moved swiftly under the bright lights of the shop, his eyes gleaming with calm confidence.

Little Landlady swallowed hard, and the shock and concern in her heart dissipated significantly.

She stared intently at Lin Chuan, thinking to herself, ‘Is this really my Chairman?’

Chairman… so fierce!

It was miraculous; the phrase ‘advantage is mine’ surged in her heart in an instant.

Ten people attacking one, and yet getting counter-killed?

Is this how you play?

But Little Landlady didn’t shout it out; she was afraid that doing so would anger the others, greatly increasing their fighting power, causing more trouble for Lin Chuan.

At this moment,

The blue T-shirt man stared at Lin Chuan with icy eyes, his face fierce and also filled with surprise.

According to the information given by Old Bao,

Lin Chuan was a web novel writer, good with tricks, probably an expert in toy gun stunts, and that was it.

But he never expected that Lin Chuan would knock down two of his brothers i