Lin Chen cut the ropes from Yue'er's hands and said, "Yue'er, I'm taking you out of here."
Just then, the sound of clapping ca from the doorway.
"Leave? Do you think you'll be able to?" Hahn stepped through the door, a sinister smile on his face.
Almost simultaneously, dozens of rcenaries ard to the teeth appeared behind him.
It was obvious that Hahn had long been aware of Lin Chen's infiltration into the camp. He had calculated that the squad would attempt to rescue Yue'er. This was all part of a trap, waiting for Lin Chen to walk into it willingly.
"Kid, you've been opposing our Phantom Syndicate ti and ti again. This camp will be your grave," Hahn said through gritted teeth, his cold stare fixed on Lin Chen.
"Is that so? Funny, your Phantom Syndicate's forr young master said the sa thing, but he didn't die too well, did he?" Lin Chen replied with a faint smile.
Hahn's expression darkened. "Don't compare to that worthless fool. This ti, there's no way you'll survive."
Seeing Lin Chen daring to show off even while surrounded, Hahn was completely infuriated. He waved his hand, barking at the rcenaries, "Attack! Capture him alive! I want this brat to wish he were dead!"
In an instant, the rcenaries charged at Lin Chen wielding their weapons.
Yue'er's face turned pale at the sight of the mob surging toward them.
"Lin Chen, don't worry about —run! Save yourself!" Yue'er's eyes flashed with determination.
But Lin Chen simply scooped Yue'er into his arms and smiled faintly. "I'll take you and fight our way out."
At that mont, blades and swords glead in the air around Lin Chen, and the camp was engulfed in bloodcurdling shouts.
Lin Chen let out a cold grunt. With one hand holding Yue'er, he gripped a dagger with the other and began moving toward the door.
Imdiately, blood erupted across the camp, accompanied by wails of agony echoing ceaselessly.
Hahn's face twisted in shock as he witnessed the scene before him.
The rcenaries who had charged at Lin Chen were retreating like a receding tide.\\p>
Through the chaos, Lin Chen stood amidst the crowd, single blade in hand, like a War God cutting down anyone who dared to block his path.
In just under a minute, more than ten rcenaries lay dead in pools of blood.
A single man, ard with a blade, holding another person—and yet, he had fended off an assault from dozens of the world's elite rcenaries.
What shocked Hahn even more was that, though blood flowed like rivers around Lin Chen, neither he nor Yue'er had a single stain on them.
One kill with every step, unstoppable for miles—this man was undoubtedly a top-tier warrior.
Only now did Hahn realize just how terrifying Lin Chen truly was. But at that mont, a burly man let out a bizarre shout and charged at Lin Chen from behind.
"It's Porter!" Hahn's face lit up when he saw the figure rushing forward.
Porter was one of the Phantom Syndicate's elite fighters, known as a killing machine. Rumor had it that his punch could disintegrate a human torso. Ever since his ergence, he had never t an adversary he couldn't best.
A ruthless sneer crossed Hahn's face. "Kid, if you think you can go up against Porter, you're dreaming. I'll make sure there's no grave left for you."
The rcenaries watching began to grin heatedly. To them, with Porter's arrival, Lin Chen's death was practically set in stone.
Porter surged forward like a cannonball fired from a barrel, his ferocity carving a deep groove into the ground as his fists created shockwaves.
"Such overwhelming force!" Yue'er trembled at the sheer intensity, her face paling as she rested in Lin Chen's arms.
"Lin Chen, forget about —just run!" Yue'er pleaded anxiously.
Yet as Porter's monstrous punch tore through the air at him, Lin Chen remained completely unfazed. He casually swung his fist to et the incoming blow.
Lin Chen's punch seed weak and effortless, as though it possessed no power at all.
To the onlookers, once the two fists collided, Lin Chen would undoubtedly be sent flying.
"Boom!" A heavy thud echoed, and a powerful shockwave swept through the entire camp.
Many were pushed back several steps by the wave's force.
Hahn and his rcenaries exchanged looks of smug satisfaction.
Lin Chen dared to go head-to-head with Porter's fist—it was nothing short of suicide.
Even if this kid had supernatural powers, there was no surviving this ti.
But under everyone's gaze, a figure was sent flying backward, crashing hard into the ground.
When they saw who had fallen, everyone froze in disbelief. None had expected the person to be Porter—their War God.
Porter lay convulsing on the ground, his entire arm limp like a shattered stick.
Even more astonishing, Lin Chen stood firm, unshaken, like a rock amid chaos.
Unbelievable! The Phantom Syndicate's top fist-fighter, Porter, had been sent flying by a single punch, his right arm rendered useless—and Lin Chen remained completely unhard.
"This... this is impossible!"
Everyone stared in stunned silence, doubting the reality before them, as if trapped in a nightmare.
Hahn's jaw hung open, his face a picture of disbelief. He couldn't fathom how Porter—their strongest warrior—had been bested by Lin Chen with a single blow.
Lin Chen wasn't human; he was a demon.
With a punch that sent Porter flying, Lin Chen strode forward with Yue'er in his arms, heading for the camp's exit.
Only then did Hahn co back to his senses. "Shoot him! Kill him now!"
As the rcenaries raised their guns to fire, explosions suddenly erupted throughout the camp.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The camp was engulfed in flas and chaos. Unbeknownst to them, Zhao Xiaohua had silently planted bombs across the grounds. Seeing Lin Chen erge, he triggered the detonations.
Using the confusion to his advantage, Lin Chen dashed out of the camp at top speed.
Zhao Xiaohua appeared to greet him, coldly saying, "You're too slow."
Lin Chen smiled helplessly. "Had a little chat with their boss—it took so ti."
Gunfire erupted from behind them as dozens of rcenaries charged from the camp in pursuit.
But Lin Chen and Zhao Xiaohua disappeared into the dense forest with a flicker of their figures.
Hahn stood before the blazing wreckage of his camp, his face pale with rage.
Soon, the rcenaries returned from their failed pursuit, looking equally dejected.
"Did you catch them?" Hahn snapped.
"Boss, they escaped," the lead rcenary admitted, his face dour.
"Idiots—complete idiots! You couldn't even catch one Chinese carrying another person! Useless!" Hahn roared as he kicked the rcenary leader in the stomach.
"Boss, they ran too fast, and the forest was dense. There was nothing we could do!" the rcenary lanted.
Suddenly, a figure flickered through the crowd, and Burton appeared before Hahn.
"Hahn, don't worry. Have you forgotten our trump card?" Burton said with a faint smile.
Hahn looked at Burton with confusion. "You an the mole in their squad?"
Burton grinned and nodded. "That's right. I've already given her instructions. Soon, we'll eliminate those Chinese without losing a single soldier."
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