The boss stared at Lin Chen, a trace of solemnity in his eyes.

Although the youngest of the four of them was the weakest, it would still take a tough fight to defeat him.

Lin Chen had taken out the youngest with just one move, so how strong exactly was this guy?

"Attack together, cripple him," the boss shouted, no longer caring about face as he bellowed at the two behind him.

"I'm going to twist his limbs off to avenge our youngest brother."

"Kid, you're dead," the third brother said, his eyes shining with a cold light.

Seeing the three of them attack together, Tian Zhong's face once again revealed a sinister smile.

It was said that two fists were no match for four hands. Lin Chen might be strong, but Tian Zhong didn't believe he could defeat the united effort of three men.

The trio's eyes were blood-red, like starving wolves, and they charged at Lin Chen with machetes, howling with rage.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!

In an instant, Lin Chen was enveloped by three shadows of blades.

Lin Chen's eyes narrowed slightly as a dagger appeared in his hand.

"Clink, clink!"

Amid the sound of clashing metal, Lin Chen brushed past the boss and the second brother.

The next moment, he was already in front of the third brother. Before he could react, Lin Chen had already grabbed his wrist and twisted it in the opposite direction.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the sound of breaking bones, the third brother's wrist was directly snapped by Lin Chen.

"Ahh!"

A scream rang out as the third brother fell to the ground in agony, clutching his broken arm.

Hearing the scream behind them, the boss and the second brother's hearts sank. When they turned around, the third brother had already fallen to the ground, his arm broken, the bare white bone stark and bloody.

"Bastard!" the second brother roared furiously, swinging his machete at Lin Chen's right shoulder.

Lin Chen flicked his wrist, knocking the second brother's machete away with his dagger, and his other hand, quick as lightning, shot out and grabbed the second brother's arm, yanking it hard!

"Ahh!"

Another scream sounded as the second brother's arm was torn off by Lin Chen and he thudded to the ground.

The second and third brothers, cradling their broken arms, wailed miserably as the scent of blood filled the air.

In a single encounter, three brothers had already fallen to the ground, and the boss's eyelids twitched uncontrollably.

Just what kind of strength did this guy have to utterly defeat them like this?

"Could he be a Foundation Establishment expert!" The boss's heart trembled as he lost all will to fight and prepared to flee.

"Now it's your turn!" Lin Chen said coldly, his gaze icy as he stared at the boss.

Feeling a cold sensation, the boss was shocked.

To him, Lin Chen was now a demon, his very aura chilling to the bone.

The boss had no courage left to fight and turned to run.

But just as he had run a few steps, a palm shot out like lightning and landed on his shoulder.

"Crack!"

Accompanied by the sound of breaking bones, the boss's arm twisted into a horrifying angle, the white bone piercing the eyes, and the dripping blood from the bone was chilling to behold.

"Ahh!"

The boss screamed as he fell to the ground, severe pain distorting his face as he quickly withered.

Tian Zhong, who was just smug a moment ago, turned pale as he incredulously watched the four fall to the ground.

How could this be? These four were notorious in the Island Nation, yet they fell so easily before Lin Chen, all crippled by him.

"Young man, we had no grudge to begin with. Let me go, and I'll give you money, an endless amount of money," Tian Zhong trembled as he spoke.

At that moment, the sound of police sirens surrounded the villa: "Do you think money can buy everything? China is not a place for you people from the Island Nation to run amok, so today you're dead."

Then, Tian Zhong's face took on a fierce expression, suddenly pulling out a handgun from the drawer and aiming it at Lin Chen.

"Kid, you're looking for your own death," Tian Zhong sneered.

Seeing that Tian Zhong had taken control of the situation, the four brothers, crippled by Lin Chen, were overjoyed.

"Mr. Tian Zhong, kill this kid."

"Yes, kill him to take revenge for us."

"I want to flay and debone this brat."

The four men bore the pain and started shouting.

Lin Chen might be skilled in martial arts, but Tian Zhong has a gun in his hands.

Watching the four men's delight, the corners of Lin Chen's mouth curled up slightly, and he looked at them with mockery, saying coldly, "The thing I hate the most is someone pointing at my head."

As he spoke, Lin Chen actually began to walk towards Tian Zhong step by step.

"Stop right there, stop!" Tian Zhong felt a tightening in his chest as he watched Lin Chen walk toward him.

"Shoot then, aim right here." Lin Chen pointed arrogantly at his own forehead.

Seeing the arrogant Lin Chen, the few men were dumbfounded.

Did this guy not know that what Tian Zhong was holding in his hand was a handgun?

"Don't shake, take aim," Lin Chen said with a smile, advancing towards Tian Zhong.

"Damn it, I told you to stop, didn't you hear me?" Tian Zhong suddenly felt a sense of defeat; he was the one with the gun, yet he was completely losing in terms of momentum to Lin Chen.

"I've said it before, if you have the guts, then shoot!" Lin Chen said with a slight smile, tauntingly looking at the trembling Tian Zhong.

"Kid, since you wish to die, I will oblige you." Saying so, Tian Zhong was about to pull the trigger.

Tian Zhong's finger was on the trigger when suddenly, he saw a flash before his eyes, and the weight in his hand was gone.

At this moment, the four brothers were staring dumbfounded at Tian Zhong.

Tian Zhong was still in a gun-holding pose, but the gun was nowhere to be seen.

"The gun, where's the gun?" Tian Zhong's face turned pale, and the other four were also struck dumb.

Lin Chen looked at them mockingly: "Are you guys looking for this thing?"

The sight of the black handgun in Lin Chen's hand caused their faces to change abruptly.

How did the gun end up in his hand?

The minds of the few men were no longer able to function, as Lin Chen aimed the handgun at Tian Zhong.

"You're really useless, can't even hold onto a gun!" Lin Chen laughed as he toyed with the gun in his hand.

"Brother Lin, be careful, don't let it go off," Tian Zhong said, his face pale.

Lin Chen slowly approached Tian Zhong, with a hint of ice in his expression: "I said just now that I hate it when people point guns at my head."

Tian Zhong turned pale and took a few steps back: "I was wrong, Mr. Lin!"

"It's good that you know you were wrong, but you still have to be punished," Lin Chen said with a cold laugh as he walked towards Tian Zhong.

Lin Chen was getting closer and closer to Tian Zhong when suddenly his gaze hardened, and the dagger in his hand shot out as his body swiftly retreated.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a scream, a dagger was embedded in Tian Zhong's right arm, and in the next instant, Lin Chen rapidly retreated.

"You're courting death, kid!" At that moment, an elder appeared in front of Tian Zhong.

The elder didn't expect that Lin Chen would dare to make a move after he appeared and immediately became furious.

"A Golden Core expert!" Lin Chen's gaze hardened.

"Kid, you dare to strike a killing blow even after I make a move!" the elder said angrily.

"Cut it out, so what if you're Golden Core? I did strike a killing blow, what about it." Lin Chen spoke coldly.

"I will kill you!" The elder, in a fit of rage, was about to take action against Lin Chen.

Lin Chen raised the handgun and snorted coldly, "You can try."

The elder's body paused; there is a different threat when a gun is held by an ordinary person compared to a skilled expert.

Feeling targeted by Lin Chen, he actually sensed danger.

With the gun firmly in his grasp, Lin Chen showed no fear when suddenly, there were noisy footsteps at the door.

"Kid, I'll spare you this time, but next time I'll take your life," the elder said before grabbing Tian Zhong and leaping away.

"Damn it!" Lin Chen looked at the fading figure in the night and felt frustrated. If he had known, he would have learned some shooting from Anna; the cooked duck had flown away!