Chapter 12: Trapped

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Just as I got on the bike, a voice like a blade stuck in my throat rang out, "The one who hit me, still wants to leave"

Wang Lin followed the sound and saw a burly man walking towards him step by step, wearing a mask just like him.

But Wang Lin looked at the figure and always had a feeling of familiarity, but couldn't remember who it was for a moment.

I'll give you a chance, one-on-one. If you win, you can leave. If you lose, your life is mine.

Wang Lin frowned, not sure if it was the voice or the words that were unpleasant.

"Boss, be careful, this kid is ruthless. I didn't even get a chance to fight back!"

The man who was rolling on the ground before, heard that the boss wanted to fight that sinister kid one-on-one, and hurriedly reminded him.

The man turned his head to look at the man rolling on the ground, then glanced at the place where he was covering his hands. As if everything had become clear.

Before he could even turn his head back, Wang Lin had already rushed forward. A pair of scissors, which he had somehow gotten hold of, was now clutched tightly in his hand. His fingers, passing through the gap, were like a bladed knuckle duster, swiftly moving towards the man's neck.

But the man seemed to have ears like eyes, without turning his head. He grabbed Wang Lin's hand with his left and punched him in the chest with his right fist.

But it seemed like he felt something, with a sideways move, he directly flung Wang Lin out. Wang Lin flipped in the air and landed steadily.

Luckily I've been practicing with both scissors and wallpaper knives these days, otherwise things would have gone much worse just now.

Wang Lin re-arranged himself, one hand holding scissors, the other a wallpaper knife.

The man looked at Wang Lin's posture, then at the weapon in his hand, and frowned. "What kind of style is this I've never seen it before."

Wang Lin didn't answer. His body began to tremble slowly, his steps getting faster and faster, accompanied by maniacal shouts from his mouth, and his eyes gradually became crazed.

"Crazy Monkey Fist," the man muttered in a low voice, "This is going to be tough!"

Before the man could catch his breath, Wang Lin charged again. He lowered his center of gravity to the extreme, and from afar, he looked like a ball crashing into the man.

This time he chose to use a utility knife to slash his legs, using the rapid swinging of his arms to avoid being grabbed again.

The man looked intently at Wang Lin as he charged, completely oblivious to Wang Lin holding a pair of scissors tucked into his abdomen.

When Wang Lin's arm swept quickly, the man took a step back, perfectly dodging the damage from the utility knife.

But when Wang Lin turned around, he brandished the scissors in his hand, charging straight at the man's face. If this strike had landed properly, it would have been fatal.

The man's pupils constricted, and with a backward lurch, he dodged the deadly blow.

Wang Lin's attack missed, and he quickly retreated two steps, swaying left and right again, ready to launch another fatal blow at any moment.

The man had originally wanted to disarm Wang Lin with his bare hands, effortlessly defeating him. But now, not only had he failed to do so, but he himself was nearly killed. Anger burned hotter than ever in his heart.

"Looking at the waste still rolling around and wailing, "Well, it seems like I won't be able to take down Wang Lin unless I put in some effort this time."

The man seemed to have made a decision at this moment. He stopped talking and drew a dagger from his waist, holding it in his hand, his arm naturally hanging down as if he had completely given up on defense.

Wang Lin watched the Han man's movements and felt a little anxious in his heart. His own strength, speed, and reaction time were all inferior to the opponent. Today was going to be tough. It's a pity that he wouldn't be able to provide for his parents in their old age anymore.

When Wang Lin had made up his mind to die, his eyes looked even more sick. They were filled with killing intent and violence, but because he had never killed anyone, there was no murderous aura accompanying it, so he only appeared “crazy,” not “maniacal.”

His cries grew increasingly shrill, his twisting frequency accelerating. He began circling the man, trying to find a weakness.

But he could find nothing. The man just stood there aimlessly, seeming full of flaws. Yet, upon closer inspection, these flaws vanished.

This is the realm of "unarmed victory over armed," I don't make a move, and you have no way to counter it.

Wang Lin really had no choice. "This won't work, he just stood there motionless, couldn't find a weakness, only if he moved would a weakness appear," perhaps he had a way to try it out.

Thinking of this, Wang Lin quickly turned around and rushed towards the bridge below at an extremely fast speed.

Seeing this, the man finally moved. His legs bent slightly, his feet staggered forward and backward, and then he exerted himself, charging toward Wang Lin like a bullet in an instant.

Wang Lin kept a close eye on the man's movements. When he saw the man squat down, he instantly rolled to the side, dodging the man's attack.

But just as he lifted his head, he saw a dagger growing larger and larger, aimed straight at his face.

Wang Lin's hair stood on end. The crisis of life and death left him unable to make any choice but to slightly turn his head, narrowly dodging the dagger. However, a thin red line appeared on his face, and blood continuously flowed from it.

This man is really going to kill himself, Wang Lin was completely dumbfounded. "I just disciplined his subordinate, and he wants to take my life in return. What a huge grudge! Could this subordinate be his illegitimate son He doesn't look like it!"

He didn't have time to think much. "Fighting him is out of the question, let's run!" But running didn't seem like an option either. Wang Lin was about to cry in desperation, or maybe he'd take his underling hostage Well, if it were really his illegitimate son, there might be a chance of survival.

His body swayed again, taking on a posture of defiance.

At this time, the man's eyes were full of admiration. However, it only appeared for a moment and Wang Lin didn't notice.

At this point, Wang Lin could only take a gamble. He had to either capture the Han man's illegitimate son and save his own life, or he would die.

At this moment, Wang Lin turned and charged toward the illegitimate son's right, giving the man the illusion of continuing to run away. When the man tried to stop him, Wang Lin seized the opportunity to pounce on the illegitimate son, his scissors once again pointed at the illegitimate son's neck.

The illegitimate child was so frightened that he didn't dare to move, and large beads of sweat kept oozing from his forehead.

"Stop, I have your illegitimate child!"

Wang Lin nervously watched the man.

Man: "..."

Bastard: "..."

Wang Lin looked at their expressions and realized he had guessed wrong, but he still wanted to give it a try. "Do you want him dead"

"Think, you killed him," the man said, then to the other, "Don't worry, he killed you, I'll kill him immediately to avenge you."

At this time, the man on the ground was about to cry. "Sir, I've already been unlucky enough, almost losing my child and now I'm in danger of dying! This was supposed to be a simple mission, how did it turn out like this!"

He kept staring at the man, as if saying, "You damn better save me, or I'll expose him."

The man sighed helplessly, "You go. Let him go."

Wang Lin looked at the man and then at the person on the ground. "Sure enough, he is indeed your illegitimate son."

Man: “…”

Bastard: "... "

The man gritted his teeth and roared, "One more **ing word out of you, and I'll kill you!"

Wang Lin's son out of wedlock "Your father doesn't love you at all."

After finishing his words, he supported his illegitimate son and slowly stood up and retreated.

The bastard son wanted to die right now. He was just doing a task, and now he had an extra father for no reason! “Forget it, I’m tired, let’s destroy everything!”

Wang Lin wouldn't listen to him, still dragging her illegitimate son slowly backwards until she couldn't see the man anymore. Then with a hand chop, she knocked her illegitimate son unconscious and quickly left, running towards the branch office.

"Hahaha, it's so funny, hahaha, and a bastard son, ha, oh my god, I'm laughing so hard my stomach hurts."

At this time, Xiaoyue walked out from behind Hanzi. Hanzi looked in the direction Wang Lin had left, wondering what he was thinking.

"This kid's growth rate is really fast, his combat awareness is top-notch, and his intelligence is invaluable. He can even escape unharmed in a near-death situation. If he doesn't die, he will definitely become a high-ranking member of the Association."

Xiaoyue patted her chest and took a few deep breaths to soothe the air she had just laughed out of breath. "Do you need help"

"Oh How do you plan to help Your strength isn't enough to take him down," Wang Erpao asked curiously.

"Hmph, don't underestimate me," Xiaoyue puffed out her chest and looked down at Wang Erpao with disdain. "Do you think I'm one of those two clowns Don't you remember how he begged for mercy back then"

Wang Erpao seemed to have suddenly thought of something, his eyes lit up. "Are you talking about...that thing" he now can't wait to go and learn it immediately.Wang Lin was just thinking about how to contact his future master when Song Wenxiao's voice rang in his ear again."Hey, I just happen to have Chen Yan...