The clamor outside grew louder and louder. It seemed that many people were pursuing the intruder.
Lin Zhiwen glanced at Lin Zhiwu beside him, as well as the several guests seated in the guest area, and felt somewhat steadier.
"Arrange for the children to go inside and hide first. Everyone else, disperse according to the plan," he ordered directly.
Several guards immediately entered from the side and began ushering the young masters and young ladies into the inner rooms to take shelter.
Lin Xinguang exchanged a look with his father, then calmly rose to his feet and led his second sister toward the inner rooms. On the other side, Lin Xinyuan was also being led toward the inner rooms by two of her sisters.
Lin Xin, however, walked up to Lin Zhiwen.
"F-Father, I'm a martial artist too. I can stay here and help a little." Calling him Father still felt somewhat unfamiliar to him.
After sparring with Bo Yunzi for some time and seeing blood, he was no longer as afraid of fighting as he had once been. At a moment like this, one more person meant one more measure of strength.
"You're just a child. Get inside already." Lin Zhiwen's expression darkened as he rebuked him. "This isn't a place for you to speak. Get inside and hide!"
"But, Father..." Lin Xin still wanted to say something.
"I'm not dead yet! You're not even listening to me now, are you?" Lin Zhiwen flared up, pointing toward the inner door. "Get your ass in there and hide obediently!"
This time, he had made every preparation and was merely waiting for the enemy to walk into the net. His sons and daughters were the roots of the Lin Family, the hope of its growth. If any of them were hurt,