CHAPTER 621: CHAPTER 618: BATTLE IN THE DARKNESS

At this moment, Ling Chen and Nanrong Wanqing were both immersed in a sea of desire, forgetting everything around them. Even when Su Lin appeared at the staircase entrance, neither of them took notice.

Looking at the intimate scene between Ling Chen and Nanrong Wanqing, Su Lin felt her pretty face turn red, her beautiful eyes filled with shame that she couldn’t hide.

These two... if you’re going to be affectionate, at least go to your own room. How can they just make out in the living room as if nobody else is around? Don’t they care about being seen by others? Su Lin thought to herself.

Then, faint moans began to reach her, causing Su Lin, who had never been with anyone, to feel hot all over, even her breathing became rapid. She, who had only ever watched little movies, had never seen such a real scene before.

At this moment, Ling Chen, who was laying on top of Nanrong Wanqing’s delicate body, seemed to notice Su Lin’s presence. A glance from the corner of his eye, and the blushing Su Lin immediately came into his view.

This girl... Ling Chen felt a bit embarrassed in his heart, not knowing when she had appeared. Could she not at least have made some noise?

A few seconds passed, and seeing Su Lin still standing motionless at the staircase entrance, not intending to leave but rather watching them with interest, Ling Chen began to feel uncomfortable, losing the pleasure he had just now.

Immediately, Ling Chen, while holding Nanrong Wanqing in his embrace, tilted his body, his gaze passing over the sofa and directly meeting Su Lin’s at the staircase entrance, he blinked gently.

Seeing Ling Chen’s action, Su Lin was momentarily taken aback. The next second, she immediately realized the teasing look in Ling Chen’s eyes, and her cheeks instantly blazed with heat, burning intensely.

Bastard!

Su Lin cursed inwardly and dared not stay any longer, hurrying back to the second floor.

Finally, she’s gone!

Ling Chen smiled secretly to himself, this girl really didn’t know the mood. She clearly saw him and Nanrong Wanqing being affectionate, yet she did not avoid them, instead watching with great interest. Well, the girl is in her twenties, it was the age of springtime yearnings.

While he was pondering, a buzzing vibration suddenly came from the coffee table.

Nanrong Wanqing opened her eyes and looked at the mobile phone on the coffee table, asking, "Is that for you?"

Ling Chen nodded, reluctantly letting go of Nanrong Wanqing’s delicate body, and picked up the phone. After glancing at the content of the text message, Ling Chen’s eyes narrowed slightly, and he stood up and said, "I need to step out for a bit, I’ll be back later."

"Be careful."

"I know." With that, Ling Chen put the phone in his pocket, leaned forward, cupped Nanrong Wanqing’s face with both hands, and gave a light peck on the corner of her lips, softly saying, "Rest early, don’t stay up too late."

After leaving the Nanrong family’s house, Ling Chen drove down the road, then made a call to Hu Fei.

"Hey! Fatty, have you confirmed the target?"

"Relax, it’s definitely the right one, do you want me to send a few more people to assist you?"

"No need, I can handle it myself."

After the call, Ling Chen drove straight to a residential area in North City District of East Sea City.

North City District was one of the more economically backward districts in East Sea City, and the residential district Ling Chen was looking at was actually a slum area in East Sea City, with old houses from decades ago, all run down, not even one decent building, even worse than the Old City.

Most people living in this place were migrant workers. Because the rent here was relatively cheap, only a hundred or two hundred RMB a month. Therefore, there were more mixed characters here than in the Old City, with all kinds of people.

When Ling Chen arrived, it was already 9:30 at night.

At this time, most people had already rested, with only a few setting up folding tables on the road, bottles of beer with a dish of peanuts, and a group of young men playing poker, with five and ten RMB notes on the table.

As he walked into the slum area, Ling Chen’s appearance immediately attracted a lot of attention. In this kind of place, Ling Chen, with his clean attire, clearly stood out.

Entering the poor district, a young man leaning against the wall immediately approached and walked up to Ling Chen.

"Chen."

Ling Chen nodded and asked, "Where is the person?"

The youth pointed and said, "Go this way, after fifty meters there’s an alleyway. Enter, take a left, and it’s the third house where the person lives."

"I got it. You go back first. No matter what happens later, don’t interfere."

"Understood."

Now, East Sea City was under the control of Jiang Hao, Zhao Zhengxiong, and Nanrong Hao’s forces, including this poor residential area where informants were placed everywhere. If they wanted to find someone, it was almost effortless.

Following the route provided by the youth, Ling Chen wove through the poor district. Before long, he arrived at an old and dilapidated door.

If the intelligence was correct, the person he was looking for should be inside.

Standing at the doorway, Ling Chen did not act rashly, but instead, he pressed his ear to the door, listening for any movement inside. After a few minutes, the room remained deadly quiet, without a sound.

Seeing this, Ling Chen took out a piece of wire from his pocket and gently inserted it into the keyhole. After fiddling for a bit, the door lock clicked open.

He pushed open a crack of the door, Ling Chen peered inside, but the room was pitch-black, too dark to see anything clearly.

Hesitating, Ling Chen heightened his alertness and cautiously pushed the door open, stepping into the room.

Upon entering the room, Ling Chen noticed that because all the window panes were cracked, they were patched with newspaper, preventing any outside light from coming in. The room was devoid of light, forcing him to rely on his acute hearing to make judgments.

The rooms in the poor district were all small, with a bedroom, a living room, and a compact kitchen and bathroom.

Ling Chen crossed through a narrow doorway and arrived in the living room, searching for the whereabouts of his target.

Squeak!

Suddenly, a sound came. In the dark, Ling Chen accidentally bumped into a chair.

With that noise, a fierce gust of wind appeared out of nowhere, striking towards Ling Chen’s back.

Fortunately, Ling Chen was prepared. The moment the gust hit, he quickly turned around, stepping back with his legs, as his steely fist forcefully shot out.

Bang!

Immediately, it seemed like Ling Chen’s fist was caught by a palm, emitting a muffled sound.

As fist met palm, Ling Chen felt a surge of powerful force, pushing his body backward.

Impressive!

With just one move, Ling Chen could tell the strength of his opponent was formidable, and not at all inferior to himself.

What rotten luck—what he thought was a simple task turned out to involve a skilled opponent. There was no time for further thought; his opponent pressed on relentlessly, every palm strike deadly.

Ling Chen did not dare to be careless. He used his ears to discern the sound of the wind, judging the position of his opponent’s moves.

In a blink, the two had exchanged over a dozen moves.

In the darkness, Ling Chen furrowed his brows, his fists continuously swinging, fending off the opponent’s attacks, while his mind raced to think of a strategy.