"Why aren’t you running anymore?" At this moment, Zhu Hong’s mocking voice came over.

Ling Chen slowly turned his head and looked at Zhu Hong walking over from the side.

"You came all the way overseas to hunt me down for revenge, and this is how you end up. Do you regret it?"

"I don’t feel regret, just a bit disappointed I couldn’t personally avenge Qin."

"Doesn’t matter, you’ll be seeing him soon enough." As he said this, Zhu Hong’s eyes rolled. He took the phone from Ling Chen’s pocket and began fiddling with it on his own.

"What are you doing?"

"Tell me... if Wanqing saw you looking like this, how do you think she’d feel?"

Hearing that, Ling Chen’s expression changed slightly. He said in a low voice, "Zhu Hong, if you’re going to kill me then do it. Cut the crap."

"Killing you just like this would be way too boring. You know, for countless nights I’ve dreamed about what kind of torture I should use on you to finally vent the hatred in my heart if you ever fell into my hands."

"And did you figure it out?"

Zhu Hong’s lips curled up. He nodded with a smile and said, "Just now, I did." With that, he opened the video recording function on the phone, then turned to Chen Quan and said, "Master, help me take off both his arms and both his legs, and then... help me snap his third leg too. I really want to know, if Nanrong Wanqing sees that, will she still choose you as her man?"

As soon as he heard Zhu Hong’s words, Chen Quan didn’t say a word. He walked straight to Ling Chen, grabbed his right arm and gave it a vicious twist. A crisp crack sounded, and Ling Chen’s face instantly turned pale. Faced with the searing pain, he clenched his teeth and didn’t utter a sound. Only the faint trembling of his body showed just how intense the agony he was enduring was.

Seeing Ling Chen in such unbearable pain, Zhu Hong felt a rush of savage satisfaction and couldn’t help but burst into loud laughter.

"Master, don’t rush. Let him catch his breath first. Don’t kill him all at once; that wouldn’t be any fun."

As soon as Zhu Hong spoke, Chen Quan immediately stopped, quietly standing to the side, waiting for Ling Chen to ride out the wave of pain.

A few minutes later, seeing Ling Chen’s face gradually return to normal, Zhu Hong gave Chen Quan a look. The latter understood, grabbed Ling Chen’s left arm again. However, just as Chen Quan was about to dislocate his left arm, a gunshot suddenly rang out from the distance. Almost at the same time, Chen Quan jerked to the right, and a bullet smacked into the spot he’d just been standing.

"Who is it?" Zhu Hong turned his head and saw more than ten off-road vehicles appear not far away, roaring straight toward them. At the same time, several SUVs stopped halfway, and a dozen fully armed men jumped out of the vehicles and raised their guns, firing at Zhu Hong and Chen Quan.

At this moment, there was no cover around Zhu Hong. To dodge the bullets, he quickly followed Chen Quan, sprinting toward a tree behind them.

Yingtai Group again! Zhu Hong stared darkly at those mercenaries, what a bunch of persistent bastards. Seland was already dead, yet they still wouldn’t let it go.

In no time, more than thirty mercenaries slowly pressed in, forming a fan-shaped encirclement. Zhu Hong and Chen Quan hid behind the tree, occasionally poking their heads out to peek, looking for a chance to counterattack. However, at that moment, Zhu Hong noticed a detail. As those mercenaries passed by Seland’s corpse, they didn’t react at all, as if Seland didn’t exist.

"How is that possible?" Zhu Hong muttered to himself. Wasn’t Seland their employer? Why did they not care whether he lived or died?

As he was thinking, a few mercenaries had already reached Ling Chen. Seeing him lying on the ground, they immediately lifted him up and turned to run back to the SUVs.

No!

Seeing what the mercenaries were doing, Zhu Hong instantly sensed something was wrong. These mercenaries probably weren’t Seland’s people. Too bad—by the time he realized that, it was already too late. Just now he assumed they would just shoot Ling Chen, so he hadn’t bothered about his life or death. Now, even if he wanted to stop them, he couldn’t.

Watching Ling Chen being carried into an SUV, Zhu Hong cursed angrily. But he had no time to worry about Ling Chen now; the mercenaries were steadily closing in, and he had to think of a way to escape.

"Master, let’s go!"

As the words left his mouth, Zhu Hong dashed straight toward the helicopter landing spot, with Chen Quan close on his heels. With Chen Quan’s level of strength, if he ran flat out, he’d easily leave Zhu Hong in the dust. But to protect Zhu Hong’s safety, he could only hold back his speed.

Bang! Bang!

Gunshots kept ringing out behind them, but Chen Quan stayed right behind Zhu Hong, using his own body to shield him from the bullets. In the blink of an eye, Chen Quan had taken at least a dozen rounds in the back and legs. However, his strength was what it was; with his thick Inner Strength, although the bullets tore through his flesh, they didn’t hit any vital spots.

Not long after, the two finally reached the helicopter.

Once aboard, Zhu Hong quickly started the rotors, and before the mercenaries could close in, he had already lifted the helicopter into the air and pulled away.

Watching the mercenaries retreat down below, Zhu Hong’s face was a sickly shade of dark. Just a bit more... it was really just a bit more, and yet Ling Chen still slipped through his fingers.

At that moment, inside one of the SUVs, Ling Chen was lying flat on the back seat while a white man held a first-aid kit, treating his wounds.

Seeing the man’s friendly smile, Ling Chen had a belly full of questions he wanted to ask. But the pain from his injuries had drained every ounce of strength from him. After holding on for a while, he closed his eyes and sank into a deep sleep.

He had no idea how much time had passed. When Ling Chen woke up again, he found himself lying in a bright room, all his wounds neatly wrapped in bandages.

Where am I? Ling Chen thought to himself, wanting to sit up and take a look. But the moment he moved, a wave of sharp pain ripped through his entire body, almost making him cry out. On top of that, he realized his right arm seemed to have lost all sensation.

Right!

Thinking back to the day he ran into Zhu Hong, Ling Chen finally remembered that his right arm had been snapped by Chen Quan.

As he was thinking, the door to the room was pushed open from the outside, and a young girl in a nurse’s uniform walked in. Feeling Ling Chen’s gaze on her, a beautiful smile immediately blossomed on her face.

"You’re finally awake. How do you feel?"

"I’ve felt worse," Ling Chen said. "Excuse me, where am I?"

"This is the City People’s Hospital in East Sea City. You’ve been lying here for two days. What, you don’t remember anything?"

"East Sea City?" Ling Chen was slightly stunned. Wasn’t he overseas? When did he get back? And... he’d already been in the hospital for two days. Damn, how long was I out?"