He scrambled to his feet and charged in that direction.
The Black-clothed Men pursued relentlessly, bullets whistling past Lin Taichu. Relying on his exceptional skills and reflexes, Lin Taichu dodged attack after attack.
He finally reached the exit, but the door was locked. Lin Taichu slammed into it several times, yet it did not budge.
Just then, he heard footsteps behind him. The Black-clothed Men had caught up.
Lin Taichu spun around and knocked down two Black-clothed Men with his fists. Then he grabbed another black-clothed man by the throat and, with a crack, snapped his neck.
Having just dealt with one man, Lin Taichu was ambushed from behind. A hand chop struck his shoulder, numbing his body and nearly knocking him to the ground.
Seizing the opening, a black-clothed man lunged at him, pressing a dagger against Lin Taichu's throat.
Lin Taichu snorted coldly. His left hand shot out like lightning, clamping around the black-clothed man's wrist, while his right knee drove fiercely into the man's abdomen.
The black-clothed man grunted and released the dagger, clutching his stomach as he staggered back several steps.
Lin Taichu pressed his advantage, kicking the black-clothed man's dagger away before driving an elbow into his chest. The man immediately spat blood and collapsed.
Seeing this, the remaining Black-clothed Men immediately rushed at Lin Taichu. Lin Taichu gave a cold shout, sweeping his right arm out like a bar of steel and instantly flooring three of them.
The remaining two Black-clothed Men fled to the side in terror, drawing their guns and aiming them at Lin Taichu, not daring to approach again.
Lin Taichu snorted and strode toward them. The two Black-clothed Men were terrified. They were ordinary people—how could they possibly be Lin Taichu's match? They fired without hesitation, but Lin Taichu had