A crowd of over a hundred people, all ard, had cleared the streets, with even the wonton stall owner abandoning his stall to dive into the alleyway.
In just ten seconds or so, only Lin Nianhe and Shen Hongzun were left by the wonton stall.
Hearing the gunshots, Lin Nianhe didn’t even lift her eyes, continuing to eat her wontons.
The blood-pumping thugs, wielding their blades, charged forward, but when they were rely ten ters away from Lin Nianhe, a burst of crackling explosions erupted in front of them.
Zhou Laosi had fired a volley, lining the ground with smoking black holes.
"Damn it, you dare to act tough with a few asly knives? Co on! Let’s see who’s not afraid to die!"
Yang Jiawen felt confident at first, but after seeing the other party’s hardware, his small revolver suddenly seed like a toy.
Zhou Laosi himself was also getting pumped up, his heart racing.
The charging youths were stunned and began to retreat instinctively.
They were just dockworkers, and following their young master’s orders to chop up a defenseless woman was one thing, but who would be foolish enough to charge forward without regard for their lives?
Yang Jiawen was montarily dazed, but he soon snapped back to reality: "Damn, it’s just one guy, why the hell are you chickening out?"
As soon as Yang Jiawen finished speaking, Zhou Laosi’s brothers lined up, each lifting their weapons in various poses.
Yang Jiawen: "..."
Suddenly, on the fifth floor of the residential buildings on either side, a window was pushed open, followed by the grating sound of hinges, as thick, pitch-black iron barrels peeked out, lowered, and aid at the densely packed crowd.
Silence, an eerie silence.
Even Shen Hongzun swallowed hard, a flicker of terror in his eyes as he looked at Lin Nianhe.
Is this what she ant by "a bit of preparation"?
Is this considered "a bit"?
Lin Nianhe finished the last wonton, wiped her mouth, glanced at her watch, and said to Shen Hongzun with a light smile, "The first ti I passed by this alley, I thought it was quite nice. Look, with two heavy machine guns at the gate, no matter how many co, they’ll have to fall right here."
Shen Hongzun was left with nothing to do but force a dry laugh: "Heh heh heh..."
Honestly, who thinks of these things the first ti they pass by an alley!
In the quiet streets, Lin Nianhe’s words clearly reached everyone’s ears.
Those who were initially unaware or hadn’t seen clearly what those two things were now understood. Cold sweat soaked through their clothes as their hearts beat wildly, uncontrollably retreating backward, and so had even started to flee through the narrow alley that barely allowed one person to pass sideways.
Lin Nianhe stood up with a faint smile, walking casually towards the no-man’s land in the middle of the standoff.
The night wind blew her skirt hem and lifted her hair strands; she, like a little white rabbit that had wandered into a pack of wolves, looked at the pale-faced Yang Jiawen with an enchanting smile and asked, "Young Master Yang, do you still rember who your ancestors are?"
Yang Jiawen only felt his mouth dry and his tongue parched.
There was no need for him to personally bring people over for tonight’s business.
But he was furious, and without personally teaching Lin Nianhe a lesson, how could he release this pent-up anger?
Plus, he was the first to be humiliated by Lin Nianhe, and his good brothers seized this opportunity to embarrass him in front of the old man.
He had to act.
He thought he had a sure win, but unexpectedly, the opponent was hiding heavy weapons.
God knows where she got these things from!
Cold sweat rolled down from Yang Jiawen’s temple.
He knew his life was now in Lin Nianhe’s hands; as soon as she uttered "fire," he’d be the first to fall.
More terrifying than death was the process of waiting for death.
Yang Jiawen felt his blood run cold.
"Bang—"
"Boom——"
In the tranquil night, a distant explosion reverberates faintly from the far north.
The sound is very light by the ti it reaches here, and it wouldn’t be heard if the night wasn’t so still.
Yet each sound, like a sledgehamr, strikes at the hearts of the already panic-stricken people.
Yang Jiawen’s pupils constrict, staring at Lin Nianhe in disbelief: "You, you..."
Lin Nianhe tilts his head to listen, his smile gentle: "Don’t be afraid, this is just a coincidence, Deep City is holding a drill."
"Really, it’s just a drill."
In the jianghu, nobody ever believes Lin Nianhe when he tells the truth.
Yang Jiawen presus Lin Nianhe has prepared heavy artillery for him as well; his legs go weak and he actually falls to his knees.
The people he brought with him have long stopped caring about him. They don’t dare to scatter and flee imdiately, due to the occasional sound of chains above them, fearing that too obvious a flight might trigger a hail of bullets.
At this mont, there’s no one within a ter radius of Yang Jiawen. Lin Nianhe looks down at him, his voice cold: "I’m asking you, do you still rember who your ancestors are?"
Yang Jiawen is too distraught to speak.
All his energy goes into controlling his sphincter muscle.
Lin Nianhe watches him for three seconds, then turns his gaze to the silent and frozen underlings across from him.
"Young Master Yang can’t rember his ancestors, does anyone among you rember yours?"
After a brief silence, so idiot yells out the first thing that cos to mind: "Li Shuqin!"
Lin Nianhe: "...?"
In all fairness, she didn’t really want them to answer.
And who the heck is Li Shuqin?
"Damn it, Qiangzai, are you a moron? Why the hell are you shouting when the boss hasn’t said a word? And... who is Li Shuqin, anyway!"
Curses are whispered among the crowd.
The idiot nad Qiangzai bravely retorts: "Li Shuqin is my great grandma, alright! I rember who my ancestors are!"
Lin Nianhe: "..."
The atmosphere she painstakingly cultivated was nearly ruined by a ntion of a great grandmother.
Thankfully, Qiangzai is the only fool bold enough to speak out in such tension, the rest keep their heads down and play the part of quails, preventing the situation from getting out of hand.
Lin Nianhe clears her throat and says, "The Yang Family prefer to kneel by themselves, yet they expect you to kneel alongside them. The money goes into their pockets, but you are the ones who fight to the death... Heh, today I won’t touch you, because like , you share the Yanhuang surna. But next ti—even if you can’t rember your ancestors, think of your wives, children, parents, and great grandmothers!"
These people never expected this turnaround. There’s still a way out for them!
Right then, they stop sneaking off. They shout assorted words and scatter in a whoosh.
Yang Jiawen finally snaps out of it; although his legs are still weak and he can’t stand, he begins cursing loudly, demanding they don’t run or he’ll shoot them and whatnot.
Just as he raises his little revolver, Zhou Laosi sends a kick his way, dislocating his arm.
"What are you yelling for, our score isn’t settled yet."
Lin Nianhe walks forward with a smile, pulls out a dagger and says, "Fourth Brother, strip his clothes. I’m going to give him a lecture."
Zhou Laosi efficiently tears open Yang Jiawen’s expensive tailcoat and shirt, then he and another brother drag Yang Jiawen up like a dead dog.
Lin Nianhe approaches with the dagger in hand, the blade grazing over Yang Jiawen’s chest.
Amidst the faint sound of gunfire and Yang Jiawen’s screams of agony, Lin Nianhe says:
"The coiled dragon is just napping, yet you rush to kneel before the eagle and the tiger, thinking yourself far-sighted, not realizing they only see you as a dog."
"You’re nothing but a spineless coward who dares only to attack your own people. If my last na wasn’t Lin, you’d be the first I’d take out."
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