Lin Chen stepped forward and pressed his foot onto Liang Haoming's chest. He wasn't going to kill Liang Haoming quickly. Daring to lay a finger on Murong Qingcheng? That deserved something far worse than death.
Liang Haoming's face turned ashen. Pain twisted across his features. He could feel his life slipping away, breath by breath. If Lin Chen didn't lift his foot soon, he'd only have minutes to live.
As the pressure increased, Liang Haoming finally couldn't bear it anymore. Blood trickled from the corner of his mouth.
At that moment, the elevator at the end of the hallway dinged. The doors slid open—and eighteen fully armed bodyguards stormed out.
News of Lin Chen storming the hotel and causing chaos in the lobby had finally reached Liang Wangba. These were reinforcements, personally dispatched by the old man.
They had come fast—but not fast enough. When they reached the top floor, they were greeted by a horrific scene: bodyguards sprawled across the floor, all either dead or crippled, and their family heir stomped underfoot like a dead dog.
"Hahaha! You're done for now! That's the Liang family's special ops team!" Liang Haoming lit up with hope.
"Shoot him! Kill him now!" he screamed.
He was ecstatic. This team had been trained meticulously by the old man himself. Every member was at least a seventh-rank martial artist.
They were not just gifted fighters. They had been drilled by elite mercenaries, assassins, and top-tier instructors. Each one was the equivalent of a special forces soldier—experts in covert ops, assassinations, and handling dirty jobs for the Liang family.
Eighteen elite soldiers, fully armed. In such a confined space, they could easily bring down even a late-stage Grandmaster.
Because no matter how strong a Grandmaster was, bullets could still kill.
Yes, martial masters could dodge bullets—but with eighteen sharpshooters? Even a half-step Supreme Grandmaster might not walk out alive.
The team leader didn't waste time. Before Liang Haoming even finished speaking, he raised his gun.
The others followed his lead instantly. These weren't amateurs. They didn't carry simple pistols—each one was armed with a submachine gun.
The leader wielded a Desert Eagle. He gave a few silent hand signals, and the team advanced.
Well-trained, each man took his position. Their rifles were switched to semi-auto to avoid accidentally hitting Liang Haoming. They closed in from the center.
Three men stayed near the elevator, guns trained on Lin Chen, cutting off all escape.
Their coordination was flawless. Their movements were smooth, methodical—professional.
But utterly useless.
BANG! The leader fired first, aiming directly at Lin Chen.
But Lin Chen moved faster.
In the instant before the bullet flew, he yanked Liang Haoming up.
"AHHH!"
Liang Haoming screamed. The bullet struck his shoulder.
BANG! BANG! BANG! More gunshots. Three more bullets tore through the air.
Lin Chen twisted, dodging them with minimal movement. The bullets slammed into the wall behind him.
He could dodge bullets—but Murong Qingcheng couldn't. He had to protect her.
He grabbed her, pulling her into his arms, and dashed to the corner—right into a blind spot.
"Stay here, darling," he said seriously. "Let me handle the rest."
"Okay." Murong Qingcheng nodded, eyes brimming with trust.
The special ops team switched to full auto. Four SMGs unleashed a storm of bullets.
Crossfire flooded the hallway, sealing off every path of escape.
Even a peak Grandmaster would struggle under this rain of fire. As long as one bullet hit, Lin Chen would be at their mercy.
Two men guarded the windows, guns raised, eliminating every exit.
Unless Lin Chen was a Supreme Grandmaster, he would die here tonight.
But Lin Chen didn't flinch.
He dashed back to Liang Haoming's side and kicked him hard.
"AHHH!"
Liang Haoming flew through the air, crashed into the doorframe, and passed out.
His airborne body blocked the team's line of sight for a split second.
And in that second, Lin Chen was already upon them.
The captain raised his gun in panic—but too late.
Lin Chen was already in front of him.
His left hand grabbed the Desert Eagle and ripped it away.
His right hand raised another gun and fired.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
Each shot found its mark—forehead, forehead, forehead. Instant kills.
Lin Chen didn't hesitate. He kept firing, taking down one after another.
Bodies dropped like flies.
He yanked the team leader forward and smashed him headfirst into the wall.
DA-DA-DA-DA-DA!
Grabbing a fallen SMG, Lin Chen unleashed a fury of bullets. Fiery streams of 9mm rounds tore through the hallway.
Before the remaining men could even react, they were shredded.
Silence returned.
Lin Chen stepped forward and placed his foot on the team leader's chest.
The pressure was precise—enough to cripple, not kill. The man would never walk again.
"I'm leaving you alive to deliver a message."
"Tell the Liang family: Liang Haoming's death is only the beginning. I will dismantle your entire clan—piece by piece—until nothing remains."
He withdrew his foot, turned to Murong Qingcheng, took her hand, and walked out—calm, collected.
…
Back at the Liang ancestral mansion, the lights stayed on through the night.
Liang Wangba and the senior family members sat silently, awaiting word from Longxing Hotel.
They all thought—if only Lin Chen could be eliminated quietly tonight.
Liang Wangba had given a death order: kill Lin Chen at all costs.
They waited.
The silence was heavy.
RING!
Liang Wangba's phone rang, cutting through the tension. Everyone looked up.
He answered.
Before he could speak, a trembling voice cried on the other end:
"Master… it's over. The special ops team… they're all dead. The young master… he's dead too…"
The captain, barely alive, reported everything—what had happened, and Lin Chen's chilling words.
Liang Wangba's hands shook violently. The phone slipped and hit the floor.
"Lin Chen! I'll kill you! I swear, I'll make you pay!"
He trembled with rage, his aura exploding—so intense, those nearby could barely breathe.
"This blood debt must be repaid!"
His cloudy eyes turned sharp. He scanned the room, then dismissed them.
"Leave. I'll handle the rest."
It was time.
He had to use the connections he'd been saving.
Only those people… could guarantee Lin Chen's death.
Once the others had left, Liang Wangba pulled out a second phone and dialed a secret number.