At first, Chen Jinzhao found it a bit difficult to adapt.
He hadn't fought in a long time, especially not in such a disadvantageous situation, and his physical reflexes seemed to have atrophied.
Hmm...
After this, he needed to regroup.
Even with his severe physical decline, these insignificant pests still posed no threat to him.
Under Liang Zhichao's mocking gaze, Chen Jinzhao threw a hooking punch, aiming directly for the jaw of the security guard in front of him. The guard immediately collapsed, his body convulsing violently, rendered completely unable to fight.
Chen Jinzhao said regretfully, "Too slow, and too weak..."
He was referring to himself.
Liang Zhichao was startled. With just one blow, he had incapacitated someone, leaving them on the ground, his fate unknown.
Undoubtedly, he had underestimated Chen Jinzhao.
His only consolation was that the remaining seven individuals wouldn't give Chen Jinzhao another chance to strike by surprise.
Liang Zhichao couldn't help but shout, "You guys need to act faster! Don't let him catch you off guard. This kid was a soldier for a few years; he's got some skills. Be careful."
Hong Junhui glanced at his downed subordinate, then at Chen Jinzhao, his brows furrowing.
This person was indeed troublesome.
However, no matter how skilled Chen Jinzhao was, he surely couldn't be a match for these men.
With that thought,
Hong Junhui calmly announced, "Whoever can take him down, I'll reward them thirty thousand yuan."
The remaining seven men's eyes gleamed.
For a substantial reward, there are always brave souls. Their gazes towards Chen Jinzhao turned greedy, as if they were staring at a piece of gold.
Chen Jinzhao stretched his wrist tendons, a grin spreading across his face. "Bring it on!"
The seven men rushed forward in a swarm!
Hong Junhui secretly shook his head, convinced that Chen Jinzhao was about to be defeated.
Just then,
The situation in the room took a dramatic turn.
Chen Jinzhao's punches and dodges were blindingly fast, far too quick for ordinary people to react.
In the blink of an eye, another man lay on the ground, unable to rise.
Liang Zhichao's face turned pale with fear, and he instinctively retreated several steps, moving closer to the room's exit.
If anything went wrong, he could escape at any moment.
The fight continued.
A thin sheen of sweat appeared on Chen Jinzhao's forehead, and the blood in his body began to boil. "Have you guys not eaten? Slow, weak, and you think you can take me down? Are you dreaming!"
The remaining six men gritted their teeth and lunged forward again.
This time, Chen Jinzhao didn't hold back. He landed a punch squarely on an opponent's face, sending a few bloody teeth flying.
Then,
As if he had eyes in the back of his head, Chen Jinzhao delivered a spinning kick that dislocated the jaw of a sneak attacker, followed by a kick to the chest that sent the man flying.
Thump, thump, thump!
The sound of heavy impacts echoed through the private room, the solid thud of flesh hitting flesh like a war drum being beaten.
Even the experienced Hong Junhui's face paled slightly.
Chen Jinzhao was too terrifying.
Two minutes passed in an instant. Hong Junhui and Liang Zhichao stood dumbfounded in the room, staring numbly at the eight security guards sprawled on the floor, unable to get up.
The entire process had been smooth and flawless.
Chen Jinzhao looked around, seeing no more enemies. He brushed off the dust from his clothes and said, "I'm not bragging, but even if seventy or eighty more showed up, the outcome would be the same."
"Chen Jinzhao, you..." Liang Zhichao was utterly terrified.
It was as if...
He wasn't facing a human, but a wild beast filled with ferocity.
"Me what?" Chen Jinzhao clapped his hands.
"Liang Zhichao, do you want to taste my fist?"
Liang Zhichao gasped and dared not utter a word.
Hong Junhui clenched his fists, veins bulging on his arms. He said in a low voice, "Chen Jinzhao, is it? I admit you have some skill, but that's just brute force. I won't be so polite next."
Flesh and blood are no match for blades.
Hong Junhui clapped his hands twice, and ten young men in suits entered the room.
Unlike the previous group of security guards, these ten men were carrying fruit knives about fifty centimeters long. Their sharp blades glinted with a chilling coldness that sent a shiver down one's spine.
Chen Jinzhao's eyes also grew serious, validating the old saying – no matter how skilled you are, you fear the blade.
Underestimating them would surely come at a heavy price.
He glanced around and casually picked up a beer bottle. "I didn't expect you to dare play with knives. You wouldn't do that without some divine protection."
Hong Junhui's face was grim, clearly unwilling to discuss the matter further with Chen Jinzhao.
At his command, the ten knife-wielding youths attacked.
"Bring them back alive."
"As long as there are no fatalities, broken hands and feet are acceptable," Hong Junhui said coldly.
Chen Jinzhao narrowed his eyes, a cold glint flashing within them.
Since Hong Junhui had made the first move, he saw no reason not to retaliate. Chen Jinzhao, relying on his speed advantage, charged into the group, pushing and shoving. The youths, afraid of injuring their comrades, hesitated to swing their knives wildly.
This gave Chen Jinzhao an opening.
Seizing the moment, he landed a flying kick to one of the attackers' wrists.
A cry of pain rang out. The man's wrist bone was almost shattered, causing the fruit knife to fly out of his hand.
Chen Jinzhao swiftly grabbed the hilt of the knife, his confidence soaring.
With a weapon in hand, Chen Jinzhao's aura became sharp, and he sneered, "While this fruit knife isn't as good as my Tai Sui, it'll do for now."
Tai Sui was Chen Jinzhao's most favored weapon in the past – a Type 56 three-edged dagger.
In many dangerous missions, firearms were forbidden, as they could cause international trouble. The three-edged dagger, Tai Sui, was the weapon Chen Jinzhao had used most often.
In other words, Tai Sui was Chen Jinzhao's most loyal companion.
In the international underworld, Tai Sui, like Chen Jinzhao, had a fearsome reputation that struck terror into the hearts of his enemies.
However, after a certain incident three years ago, Chen Jinzhao had sealed it away.
Tai Sui's notorious reputation had also faded into silence then.
This ordinary fruit knife was naturally no match for Tai Sui, but with a weapon in hand, Chen Jinzhao's combat effectiveness doubled! Wielding the long blade, he moved with effortless grace among the attackers.
Witnessing this, Liang Zhichao's heart pounded, feeling as though his entire heart was about to leap out of his throat.
It was terrifying!
Chen Jinzhao was utterly inhuman.
Hong Junhui was now sweating profusely, realizing he had truly messed with the wrong person.
Just as the two of them stood there, lost and helpless, a splash of blood flew through the air, landing on their cheeks and a few drops on their lips.
Bang!
The last man fell to the ground, and Chen Jinzhao had the last laugh.
Of course.
Chen Jinzhao didn't kill anyone; he merely severed their tendons. After all, this was a civilized society, and murder would indeed cause trouble.
From a distance, Chen Jinzhao looked like a Shura who had emerged from a sea of corpses, striding directly before Hong Junhui.
Liang Zhichao let out a yelp and slumped to the ground with a thud.
"Are you human or ghost?"