Ambushed by the Heaven Organization

"Miss, you should rest. I'll go buy the cat food. It's such a hot day—you and Mr. Lin can wait here."

Uncle Fu spoke with a warm smile.

Qin Yao shook her head. "No, Uncle Fu. If anyone’s going, it should be him."

Lin Chen: "..."

"Go yourself!"

Lin Chen couldn’t be bothered to indulge her spoiled attitude and bluntly retorted.

Qin Yao snorted and turned her head away, her voice tinged with grievance. "I don’t even know why Dad hired you. You get paid a hundred million, yet you’re never satisfied, always scowling and picking fights with me!"

"Take the cat! I’ll go!"

Lin Chen’s face darkened as he handed the kitten to Qin Yao.

Qin Yao immediately brightened, lifting the kitten’s tiny paw and waving it. "Good luck! Buy the ninety-nine-yuan-a-bag kitten fish flavor. Hurry back!"

Lin Chen’s expression remained stormy as he headed toward the mall across the street.

Something’s wrong!

At that moment, Lin Chen’s pupils contracted—his instincts, honed from years of battlefield experience, screamed danger.

From a distant high-rise, a gaunt middle-aged man, already in position, aligned the crosshairs of his sniper rifle with Lin Chen’s head and slowly squeezed the trigger.

Whoosh!

A bullet tore through the air with a shrill whistle.

Lin Chen seemed to sense it before the shot was even fired. His body jerked backward in evasion.

The bullet whizzed past, its piercing screech ending in a crash as it shattered a mall display counter.

Glass exploded into fragments!

"How the hell did I miss?!"

The sniper cursed under his breath and immediately fled.

A failed assassination meant his position was compromised.

If he didn’t run now, death would be his only reward.

The gunshot sent the entire shopping street into chaos. People screamed, covering their heads as they stampeded for the exits.

Women’s shrieks pierced the air, and the crowd bottlenecked in panic.

Unlike in certain other countries, firearms were strictly prohibited in Xia Country. A sudden shooting naturally incited terror.

Lin Chen’s sharp gaze locked onto the sniper’s position.

If he were alone, he’d have a seventy percent chance of hunting the bastard down.

But right now, Qin Yao was the priority.

"Miss! Be careful!"

Uncle Fu reacted swiftly, slamming the car door shut to shield Qin Yao inside while scanning their surroundings.

This was a crowded shopping district.

He never expected an attack to happen so brazenly in broad daylight.

"Uncle Fu, what’s going on?!"

Qin Yao’s face was pale with fear.

Though Uncle Fu hadn’t faced such a situation in years, his vigilance instantly peaked.

"What the hell is Wolf Eye doing?! He couldn’t even finish the job! Some goddamn sharpshooter!"

Inside a black van, a man slammed his fist against the window in fury, cracking the glass.

They’d tailed Lin Chen for three days, waiting for the perfect moment when his guard was down. Yet even this golden opportunity had been wasted.

"Brother Tu, I failed."

Wolf Eye’s voice crackled through the comms. "What now?"

The man called Brother Tu replied coldly, "We’ve tipped them off. What else can we do? Rally everyone—we’re taking Qin Yao by force if we have to!"

"Lin Chen! Get back here!"

Uncle Fu barked.

Lin Chen was already sprinting toward the car when a muscular man with a mohawk and a black tank top blocked his path.

"Long have I heard of the legendary Soldier King Lin. Let’s see how many moves I can last against you!"

The mohawked man grinned, his muscles twitching with excitement.

"Move!"

Lin Chen’s eyes turned icy, murderous intent flaring.

A single punch hammered into the man’s chest, sending him stumbling back five steps before he steadied himself.

"Impressive! Stronger than I imagined. You’re the first kid I’ve met who hits this hard."

The mohawked man licked his lips, eyes alight with battle lust.

Tiger Cannon!

Hearing the name, Lin Chen’s expression hardened.

An A-rank assassin from the Paradise organization.

He knew that codename.

"Danger! Uncle Fu, get Qin Yao out of here!"

Lin Chen roared.

Uncle Fu grasped the severity instantly. Without hesitation, he revved the engine, shifted gears, and prepared to speed away.

"Uncle Fu, stop! Lin Chen’s still out there!"

Qin Yao cried, watching Lin Chen being intercepted.

Uncle Fu’s voice was firm. "Mr. Lin can handle himself. Your safety comes first!"

The car accelerated—Uncle Fu knew the attackers were after Qin Yao.

He had to get her away.

Just then, a speeding motorcycle was hurled sideways, crashing into the car with a deafening smash.

The windshield shattered.

Blinded, Uncle Fu slammed the brakes.

Ahead stood two figures—a man and a woman.

The man had dyed-blue short hair, a row of piercings, and heavy goth makeup, giving off a flamboyant vibe.

The woman, dark-skinned and clad in tight leather despite the summer heat, had her curly hair in dreadlocks. Her features marked her as non-Asian.

"Dammit, Blue Shark, look what you’ve done!"

The woman shot a glare at the eccentric blue-haired man.

Blue Shark chuckled. "Oops, sorry Viper. Accidentally tossed your bike. But I’m sure God will gift you a better one."

"If this weren’t a mission, I’d kill you right now."

Viper’s voice dripped with venomous rage.

"Ooh, feisty. No wonder Red Poison had his eye on you. Since he’s MIA, why not stick with me?"

"One more word, and I’ll slit your throat."

They spoke in a foreign tongue.

The one who’d flung the motorcycle was Blue Shark.

The sleek silver bike, a masterpiece any enthusiast would drool over, weighed at least five hundred pounds.

Yet he’d thrown it like a toy—his strength defied belief.

Uncle Fu’s forehead bled from the glass shards, the wound trickling crimson.

"Uncle Fu, you’re hurt!"

Qin Yao’s face was ghostly pale.

"Don’t worry, Miss. We’re leaving now!"

Gritting his teeth, Uncle Fu tried restarting the car.

Vroom!

The engine roared—but the car didn’t budge.

"Uncle Fu… behind us…"

Qin Yao’s voice trembled.

At the rear, Blue Shark’s hand, like a steel claw, had pierced the trunk, anchoring the car in place.

The rear wheels spun wildly, lifted off the ground.

"Hold tight!"

Blue Shark lifted the car with terrifying strength, hurling it like a toy and slamming it into a building by the roadside.

With a deafening crash!

The luxury vehicle flipped onto its side, thick smoke billowing from the crumpled hood.