"Go!"
With a low shout, Chen Lin shot out of the garbage mountain's shadow like a cannonball fired from its barrel!
Qin Churan followed close behind, but she had barely taken two steps before she realized, to her horror, that Chen Lin had become a blurry afterimage, covering thirty meters in an instant at a speed that completely defied the laws of physics!
Two seconds!
Just two seconds!
He had already appeared before the four thugs like a phantom!
Before the three men could even register what had happened, their vision blurred, and a terrifying, irresistible force struck.
Bam! Bam!
Chen Lin struck like rolling thunder, lashing out to either side with two lightning-fast roundhouse kicks that hit two of the men squarely beneath the ribs. Before they could even scream, they were thrown off their feet as though hit by a speeding truck, hurtling seven or eight meters before crashing onto a garbage heap and losing consciousness on the spot.
The only one left standing was the driver, the man in charge. Scared out of his wits by this terrifying attack out of nowhere, he instinctively pulled a gleaming dagger from inside his clothes and shouted, trying to mask his fear with bluster, "Who the fuck are you?!"
Qin Churan finally caught up. Her heart tightened at the sight of the gleaming dagger, and she moved forward to subdue him with a textbook grappling maneuver.
But Chen Lin never gave her the chance.
He shifted, closing in beside the knife-wielding man in an instant from an angle that defied ordinary understanding. With his fingers held together like a blade, he delivered a lightning-fast chop to the carotid artery in the man's neck.
"Urgh..."
The man's eyes rolled back. His dagger clattered to the ground, and his entire body went