Qin Yao Tied with a Bomb

"Worrying about others? Worry about your own survival first."

Lin Chen's icy words echoed in Wolf Eye's ears.

These were the very words Wolf Eye had once said to him—now returned in full.

Wolf Eye's gaze burned with murderous rage!

His dagger flashed like a streak of light as it slashed toward Lin Chen.

But this time, Lin Chen, who had been passively enduring the attacks, suddenly struck back. His leg shot out like lightning, kicking Wolf Eye's wrist with brutal precision.

The black dagger was sent flying from his grip!

Wolf Eye's face twisted in shock—this kid had been holding back.

"You're a sniper. Why the hell are you fighting close-range when it's not your strength?"

Before Wolf Eye could react, Lin Chen had already appeared behind him, his voice eerily calm.

Panic surged through Wolf Eye as he spun around, throwing a vicious elbow strike toward Lin Chen's face.

But Lin Chen's response was even more ruthless than he expected.

Bone-Snapping Technique!

Lin Chen seized Wolf Eye's arm with an iron grip, twisting it with merciless force.

The limb rotated a full 180 degrees, contorting into an unnatural angle with a sickening crack.

"AHHH!"

A bloodcurdling scream tore from Wolf Eye's throat.

That arm was done for.

"Let go! It fucking hurts! Fight me with a gun if you've got the balls! I’ll put a bullet through your skull!" Wolf Eye roared in fury.

Lin Chen ignored him, pressing two fingers against Wolf Eye's spine—then drove them down with crushing force.

CRACK!

Wolf Eye's spine snapped like a dry twig.

His body collapsed, limp and lifeless, as all sensation drained away.

Humans are creatures of the spine. Sever those nerves, and you’re bound to a wheelchair for life.

"Let's go."

Lin Chen stepped over Wolf Eye's broken form without a second glance.

An Yi raised an eyebrow. "That guy was this weak?"

"I thought he had some tricks up his sleeve. Turns out he really was just a sniper who thought he could brawl. What an idiot."

Lin Chen’s tone was indifferent.

An Yi clicked his tongue. "Damn, I should’ve picked the sniper instead. That Blue Shark bastard was built like a tank—took hits like nothing and hit like a truck. My face is wrecked."

He winced, rubbing his bruised forehead. The damage wasn’t just superficial—his body was probably covered in bruises from Blue Shark’s monstrous strength.

Lin Chen didn’t respond, but his gaze lingered on An Yi with quiet intensity.

He’d seen everything—how An Yi had dominated Blue Shark in a one-sided beatdown.

That kind of brutality, that overwhelming presence… it wasn’t something an ordinary person could possess.

A natural-born ruler’s aura.

He wasn’t wrong.

Maybe that sleazy, clownish act was just a disguise.

But the real question was—

Was this terrifying guy a friend… or a threat?

Lin Chen’s thoughts darkened.

"I’m keeping the dagger."

An Yi yanked the black blade from the ground, admiring its sleek, modern design with a grin.

He knew how to use a dagger—thanks to the Rogue System’s built-in skill, [Dagger Mastery].

Before this, he’d been stuck with a cheap 9.9-dollar fruit knife for intimidation.

But this? This was a real weapon.

"I don’t need it. Take it."

Lin Chen shrugged. It was a well-crafted combat dagger, but knives weren’t his specialty. Letting An Yi have it was no loss.

"Let’s move. Next stop—Qin Yao."

According to Tiger Cannon’s confession, the enemy had four operatives.

Two A-rank assassins—Wolf Eye and Blue Shark—were already down.

That left one more A-rank, Viper… and an S-rank killer—Butcher.

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"Qin Zhengwei, your people aren’t playing fair."

Butcher’s voice dripped with venom as he glared at the projection screen, his face tight with fury.

He couldn’t believe it. His meticulously secured network had been breached the moment he’d finished speaking.

Their location—exposed in seconds.

Now, two brats were tearing through his men.

Qin Zhengwei’s face was grim, sweat beading on his forehead.

He hadn’t expected Lin Chen to act so fast—or be detected so quickly.

"Mr. Qin, we’re reasonable people. You pay, we release. Easy, right? Why force me to kill?"

Butcher’s tone was half-threat, half-warning.

Qin Zhengwei took a deep breath, teeth clenched. "Let my daughter go. I’ll do whatever you want."

Butcher scoffed. "Hiring two kids for a rescue? Qin Zhengwei, you really think so little of our organization?"

Honestly, he wasn’t worried.

Lin Chen, the so-called "King of Mercenaries"?

Child’s play.

Mercenaries were just glorified cannon fodder. Even the best among them was nothing special.

As for An Yi? A street thug at best.

Got lucky, learned a bit of martial arts, and got cocky after wounding Red Poison?

Pathetic.

His men were elite.

Wolf Eye—the organization’s legendary sniper. Never missed.

Give him a dark corner, and even Butcher himself would feel uneasy.

And Blue Shark? A flawless killer.

Freakish strength, speed beyond human limits—a natural-born warrior.

One for range, one for close combat.

How could they lose?

Qin Zhengwei’s voice was hoarse. "What do you want?"

Butcher pulled out a bundle of timed explosives, handing them to Viper with a smirk.

Viper leisurely strapped the bomb to Qin Yao’s body, then activated it.

The ominous beeping filled the room.

"See this?"

Butcher dangled the remote, grinning. "Twelve hours on the clock. Push me, and I’ll speed it up. Understood?"

Qin Zhengwei paled. "Give me time. Ten billion in twelve hours—I’ll get it. Just don’t hurt her."

"Then behave."

Butcher pocketed the remote, amused.

Qin Zhengwei clawed at his hair.

Ten billion in the dead of night? Impossible.

"Can’t you at least remove the bomb?" he begged.

Butcher smirked. "No. Once it’s on, even I can’t disarm it. But one of my men can—he’s recovering from an injury and will be here in eight hours. So, the sooner you pay, the sooner she lives."

Then—

BANG!

The rusted iron door was kicked open with a deafening crash.

Two young men suddenly appeared in the vast workshop of the factory.

They were none other than An Yi and Lin Chen.

"Too far!"

Butcher's eyes turned icy as he pressed the acceleration button on the remote.

The timer on the bomb strapped to Qin Yao had originally been set for twelve hours,

but under Butcher's relentless acceleration, the numbers on the device whirred rapidly, and the beeping suddenly sped up into a frantic ticking.