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After a while, the door was pushed open again. It was Ali who had escorted Lin Xin back.

Upon her entrance, Gu Cheng examined her from head to toe, only to see that her hands were tied behind her back. Other than some dust on her clothes, there were no obvious injuries.

"How are you?" He asked, trying to activate his Discipline. Just like before, despite his anxiety, his body didn't respond.

"I'm fine, they're fine too. They just suffered some superficial wounds." Lin Xin shook her head. Her wrist had been tightened behind her back, numb to the point that she had lost consciousness. However, afraid that Gu Cheng would be worried, she held back and did not say anything.

"Alright, you've met him. Pick him yourself, who do you want to choose? Your hand, or her finger? " Zhao Chen smirked as he turned the scabbard in his hand, and suddenly pulled Lin Xin away. She stumbled and almost hit the corner of the table. She couldn't help but cry out.

Gu Cheng was afraid that he would hurt Lin Xin, so he rushed forward to snatch her away. Zhao Chen took out a blade from nowhere and casually slashed at the hemp rope around Lin Xin's wrist. At the same time the rope was loosened, Lin Xin felt something on the back of her hand. When Zhao Chen pulled her right hand onto the table, she realized that it was blood.

"What are you doing!?" Let go of her, I've chosen, cut off my hand. " He had always protected her well, not even allowing her to injure her in the slightest. Now that he saw someone who he treasured more than his life being mishandled like this, Gu Cheng's rage rose to the skies. He wished he could tear Zhao Chen into a thousand pieces.

"I've changed my mind. Your hand, I want it. " He smiled cruelly, as if weighing the time to cut his finger down. "hers, too. "It's a pity that you have such beautiful hands …"

Zhao Chen touched Lin Xin's hand as he spoke, and seeing that Gu Cheng was about to rush over, he nodded towards Ali, who immediately understood and pointed the black muzzle towards Lin Xin.

"Be careful, Ah Li doesn't have much patience left. One more step and Lin Xin's life will be gone."

"Gu Cheng, don't be rash. Don't listen to him!" I'm fine, you know, I'll be fine! " Lin Xin was afraid that Gu Cheng would actually cut her hand after hearing Zhao Chen's threat. Her eyes that were as thick as ink stared fixedly at him as she spoke word for word, with determination.

Zhao Chen sneered. It's fine, right? Then, he'll show her the dagger in his hand. Without any warning, he slashed down with force.

Lin Xin originally wanted to restrain herself, but it was a pity that she didn't expect Zhao Chen to directly attack without even saying goodbye. For a moment, she couldn't take it anymore as she let out a pitiful cry. Tears welled up in her eyes from the intense pain. She could only see three severed fingers on the pool of blood on the table. Afraid that Gu Cheng would not dare to ignore her and charge over, she hurriedly endured the pain to stop him, "I'm not in pain, it really isn't at all. Gu Cheng, don't come over …"

Zhao Chen let out a loud moan, raising his eyebrows at the broken finger on the table. Raising his head, he saw Gu Cheng trying his best to hold back his anger, laughing complacently as he used the back of his saber to knock on Lin Xin's broken finger. It was a pity that he was disappointed. This time, Lin Xin bit her lips and didn't utter a word. In the eyes of Zhao Chen, his heart was filled with a sense of (quick) abuse. However, in Gu Cheng's eyes, it was as if his heart had been stabbed by a knife, and he wished that the one who stood there was himself.

"That hurts. What do we do? This is just the beginning …" Zhao Chen smiled as he lowered his head, and just as he was about to stab Lin Xin again, the smile on his face suddenly froze, his eyes widened, and his pupils unconsciously shrank, his face filled with disbelief.

The three fingers on the table were slowly wiggling! He thought he was seeing things. Rubbing his eyes, he saw that the three fingers had "crawled" to where they should be! The wound on Lin Xin's palm was like a spider spitting out silk, which wrapped around the severed finger and held it together again.

Taking advantage of the moment when his attention was caught by the commotion on the table, Lin Xin nudged Zhao Chen viciously in the chest with her elbow. At the same time, Gu Cheng also lunged towards Ali who was at the side and grabbed the gun in his hand in two or three moves, the gun pointed at Zhao Chen's chest and pulled the trigger. The sound of gunfire resonated in the air, and when he turned around to look back, Zhao Chen had already been pressed down on the table by Lin Xin with her hand behind his back. Beneath his face was the half-frozen pool of blood, because his struggling had been wiped full of bloody dregs, making his already gloomy and uncertain expression even more terrifying.

Lin Xin had already tightly tied him up with the hemp rope on the ground. After taking care of Ali, Gu Cheng quickly walked over. First, he carefully lifted up her hand to look, and saw that within the bloodstains on her hand, there was a clear circle of blood at the place where her finger was cut off. He couldn't help but feel his eyes turn red. He rubbed Lin Xin's head as he gently held her hands and hugged her tightly.

To regain what was lost, to regain what was lost! Closing his eyes, Gu Cheng devoutly kissed her on the forehead a few times, his heart full of joy.

Lin Xin's hand was still in pain, but she obediently remained silent, allowing him to hold it. When she had been embraced by Gu Cheng, she had leaned against his chest and taken in a deep, greedy breath, her nose filled with the smell of him. Lin Xin's body, which was cold because of the blood loss, was ironed by his body temperature, causing her to feel a bit sleepy.

In the end, it was she who first thought of the two families who were still locked up in the chore house. She hurriedly pushed Gu Cheng away. Just as the two of them reached the door, Yan Binghui and Ying Zheng were already waiting outside.

"Everything has been taken care of. Lin Xin, are you alright? You look so bad." Ying Jing was surprised to see them come out.

Hu Feipeng knew what was going on inside. He had been following the captain and the others as they took care of the guards outside while he used his superpower to check the inside of the factory. Lin Xin's fingers were cut off too suddenly. Actually, even if he had managed to react back then, they would not have been able to make it from the north to the east in time, so Hu Feipeng could only 'watch' as this happened. Afterwards, Lin Xin's finger wound healed itself, which he naturally saw. He had never seen anything like this before. Surprised, Hu Feipeng chose to say nothing and hid this scene in his heart.

"Is everyone alright?" Lin Xin looked at the two rescued families, although there was still some fear on her face, luckily there was no blood on her clothes and she probably didn't suffer any injuries.

"We are all fine. This time, we have implicated all of you." He Meiwei rubbed her bruised wrist as she said in embarrassment.

"What do you mean by 'not implicating'? Honestly speaking, we are the ones who implicated you."

The two families shook their heads, while many people sighed in their hearts. If Lin Xin hadn't feared them, she wouldn't have been threatened from the start. She was willing to surrender, but in the end, they just weren't strong enough. It was all thanks to Gu Cheng having made a bunch of reliable friends this time that he had been saved. He didn't even know what he owed them.

"What should we do with these two?" Yan Binghui pushed Zhu Yundong, who had his hands tied behind his back, and pointed to Zhao Chen, who was knocked out by Lin Xin.

"Take all of them back first. There's still a use in keeping them." "Wait. No matter what request Lin Wen Hua will make when we return, I want Zhao Chen's life. If it's not possible, I'll kill him now."

Ying Jing pondered for a moment, then nodded, "Alright, I promise you."

Gu Cheng turned around and stared at the people on the ground, his eyes filled with a cold sternness that startled Ying Chuan. He could almost guess what would happen to Zhao Chen, and couldn't help but wipe the sweat off his forehead.