Chapter 150 Crushing Battle: One Man Holds Off Thirteen K

On the other side, Lin Chen accompanied Chu Feifei and Shen Nian out of the Michelin restaurant.

A breeze blew past, carrying a hint of coolness.

Chu Feifei was still chattering away about the dishes they just had,

her eyes curving into crescents, while Shen Nian followed quietly beside them.

From time to time, Shen Nian would steal a glance at Lin Chen,

a fragmented tenderness hidden within her gaze.

Lin Chen didn't stop walking, appearing nonchalant,

but his peripheral vision had already swept over the area behind them.

Two sneaky shadows had been following them for several hundred meters,

dodging and weaving, thinking they were well-hidden,

when in fact every move they made fell right into his eyes.

There was no ripple of emotion in the depths of his eyes, and he didn't even knit his brows;

he simply slowed his pace imperceptibly, his mind as clear as a mirror.

Without even thinking, he knew Zhao Qian couldn't swallow his pride and had found people to cause trouble.

Chu Feifei noticed something was off with Lin Chen and tilted her head to ask,

"Lin Chen, what's wrong? You're walking so slowly. Are you tired?"

Lin Chen turned his head and gave her a faint smile,

his tone extremely calm, without the slightest hint of panic:

"It's nothing, there are just two annoying little tails following us."

"We're almost at the hotel. I'll handle a small matter."

Shen Nian's face instantly turned a few shades paler,

subconsciously leaning closer to Lin Chen's side

as she glanced nervously behind them:

"Someone is following us?"

"Did that Zhao Qian from earlier send someone?"

"Should we call the police?"

She looked delicate, but her heart was racing with fear, terrified that Lin Chen might get hurt.

"There's no need to call the police. They're just a few punks; it's a waste of time."

Lin Chen waved his hand,

his tone casual, as if he weren't talking about being cornered,

but rather stepping on a few ants.

"Just stand to the side and watch. Don't get close; it'll be over soon."

Chu Feifei was also panicked,

gripping Shen Nian's hand until her palms sweated,

but seeing Lin Chen's calm and composed demeanor,

she inexplicably felt at ease and subconsciously nodded:

"Okay, we'll listen to you. Please be very careful!"

Just as the words left her mouth,

a group of people suddenly rushed out from the intersection ahead,

blocking the entire road in a dense crowd.

At a rough count, there were at least forty or fifty people,

each with a cigarette in their mouth, carrying iron bars or baseball bats.

Some clutched bricks, wearing garish short-sleeved shirts

that revealed tattoos, their faces fierce and malevolent,

instantly making the atmosphere of the entire street suffocating.

The man leading them had a shaved head,

a thick gold chain around his neck, and a sturdy build.

With a face full of scars and fat, it was Lu Zhuang.

He took a step forward, spat out his cigarette butt,

tapped an iron bar against his palm, and sized Lin Chen up with a squint,

his tone arrogant to the extreme:

"You're Lin Chen?"

"Brother Zhao spent two hundred thousand to buy you a beating."

"If you're smart, get on your knees and kowtow,"

"call me 'Grandpa' a few times, and I'll tell the boys to go easy on you."

"Otherwise, I'll make sure you end up in the hospital today!"

The lackeys behind him joined in the clamor,

their jeers rising and falling as they cracked their knuckles,

their eyes full of disdain. In their view,

Lin Chen looked lean; even if he could fight,

he couldn't withstand a mob this size. This was a guaranteed win.

Chu Feifei and Shen Nian stood by the roadside, hugging each other tightly in fear,

their faces pale, lips trembling,

their eyes fixed on Lin Chen, filled with worry.

They were terrified he would be swarmed and beaten by this group.

But in the next second, they were stunned.

Lin Chen didn't retreat; instead, he took a step forward,

standing tall and straight with a chilling gaze.

An intimidating aura instantly radiated from him;

though he was alone, he seemed capable of suppressing the entire scene.

Lin Chen looked up and scanned the surrounding crowd,

a faint, mocking smirk playing on his lips, his tone flat yet carrying an indisputable dominance:

"Two hundred thousand just to buy me a beating?"

"Zhao Qian certainly thinks highly of me."

"All of you, come at me together. Don't waste time."

Lin Chen also wanted to test out exactly how effective his recently upgraded Intermediate Combat Skill was.

"Oh? Quite arrogant!"

Lu Zhuang laughed out of anger and waved his hand,

"Boys, get him!"

"Beat him to death—just don't actually kill him!"

At his command, the group of thugs rushed forward with a roar,

iron bars whistling through the air with aggressive momentum,

as if they would submerge Lin Chen in the next instant.

Chu Feifei covered her mouth in fright, nearly screaming,

and Shen Nian clenched her fists, her heart in her throat.

But the scene that followed

left everyone utterly dumbfounded.

Lin Chen moved, so fast he was merely a blur;

this was no ordinary street brawl.

These were genuine Intermediate Combat techniques—every move crisp and efficient,

striking vital points without a single wasted motion.

He sidestepped an incoming iron bar,

reached out to grab the attacker's wrist,

and with a light twist, a crisp bone-cracking sound was heard.

The thug screamed as the iron bar fell straight to the ground.

Immediately after, he delivered a side kick,

sending two people lunging from behind flying.

They slammed heavily against a wall, unable to get up for a long time.

Someone nearby swung a baseball bat at him; he bent down to dodge it

and slammed his elbow hard into the man's stomach.

The man instantly doubled over in pain, retching uncontrollably.

There were no flashy moves;

every punch and kick was full of power—fast, accurate, and ruthless.

Within a few moves, a whole swath of them was taken down.

The thugs rushed in fast, but they fell even faster, their screams continuous.

The group that had been so arrogant just moments ago

now seemed as flimsy as paper, unable to even get close to Lin Chen.

Lin Chen stood in the center of the crowd, his posture composed and his gaze calm.

Even though he was surrounded by attackers, he handled it with ease,

his clothes barely even ruffled.

His movements were clean and handsome;

every dodge and every strike exuded a sense of power and beauty that made it impossible to look away.

Chu Feifei and Shen Nian stood where they were, their original worry long gone,

replaced by eyes full of amazement and infatuation.

They stared at Lin Chen without blinking, their hearts beating so fast they felt they might jump out.

"Gosh... Lin Chen is just too cool..."

Chu Feifei murmured softly, her cheeks flushed red,

her eyes full of stars. She never expected the gentle and refined Lin Chen

to be so powerful when fighting. His aura when fully unleashed

struck her right in the heart.

Shen Nian was also dazed, her lips curving up unconsciously,

her gaze full of admiration and awe.

She had always felt Lin Chen was steady and reliable,

but she hadn't expected him to have this side to him—

strong, handsome, and someone you couldn't help but depend on.

At this moment,

the love in her heart could no longer be hidden;

her mind was filled entirely with Lin Chen's figure.

In just a few short minutes,

the fifty thugs who had blocked the intersection

were mostly down, either clutching their limbs and screaming

or lying on the ground unable to rise.

The few who hadn't fallen were too terrified to step forward,

retreating while trembling.

Lu Zhuang stood frozen, completely dumbfounded.

The iron bar in his hand fell to the ground with a 'clang'.

The arrogance on his face had vanished, replaced by sheer shock and awe.

He had been in Central for so many years and had seen people who could fight,

but never someone who could fight like this!

One man, bare-handed, easily taking down fifty brothers—

this wasn't a human, this was a master!

He watched Lin Chen walk toward him step by step,

the surrounding aura making it hard to breathe, his legs starting to go weak.

With no trace of his leader persona left, he instinctively wanted to retreat.