C124 You Are Here to Deliver the Food Aren't You?

After the gunfire's echo subsided,

a metallic clink rang out as a long spark trailed across the deserted street.

A 12mm bullet lay on the ground.

Lin Yin's face was stoic, a hint of cruelty tugging at the corner of his mouth as his icy gaze fixed on the rooftop of the Zecheng Building.

From that rooftop, Wen Twelve peered through his scope, clearly seeing Lin Yin's merciless expression and his scornful eyes.

Sweat beaded on his forehead as panic set in.

"Did I miss? Impossible! How is he not dead?"

Wen Twelve muttered in disbelief, his eyes glazed over, hands trembling, his sniper rifle clattering to the ground.

This was too terrifying. How had the young man in the white shirt managed that?

Wen Twelve was absolutely certain his shot was aimed to be a headshot, yet the bullet hadn't hit its mark.

He couldn't understand where he had gone wrong.

"Wen Twelve, what happened?" Wen Nine asked, his brow furrowed.

"Brother Jiu, I... I don't know. He's not dead; he even stormed into the Zecheng Group," Wen Twelve said, his expression fraught with conflict, "But Brother Jiu, I was sure I hit him! No, I was sure I aimed at him. Maybe he dodged it?"

Wen Twelve's explanation was disjointed. He knew all too well the Wen Family's secret guard's ruthless system; such a blunder on a mission could very well lead to his demise at the hands of Brother Jiu.

Thankfully, the Wen Family's power was now secure. Had this happened during the takedown of the Qi Family, his entire family might have been wiped out, and he would certainly have been suspected of betrayal.

"Shut up, you fool! Don't bother explaining! How could anyone dodge a sniper shot?" Wen Nine rebuked him coldly, "Wen Twelve, if you weren't my cousin, I'd have you executed right now! With such pathetic marksmanship, you dare call yourself a Wen Family secret guard?"

"Have you been spending too much time at Emperor Wu City, indulging in pleasures?" Wen Nine cast a chilling glance at Wen Twelve, "You've become so engrossed in women that your hands have gone soft; you can't even hold a gun steady! When you get back, you'd better take a good, hard look at yourself. You're off the mission roster from now on!"

"Yes! Yes, I'll follow Brother Nine's lead." Wen Twelve mopped the sweat from his forehead, speaking with deference, yet he couldn't help thinking that even if Wen Nine were the one shooting, he wouldn't be able to kill that young man!

"Brother Nine, the surveillance cameras show that the young man has already charged into the stairwell. It looks like he's really coming up to find us," another man in black reported, holding a high-tech tablet with reverence.

"Good. Get ready, but don't kill him right away. We need him alive for interrogation; we must find out if he's been sent by that clan," Wen Nine instructed calmly, exuding confidence.

"Understood, Brother Nine!"

The other three men in black retrieved their preferred weapons from a black case, preparing for the confrontation.

Meanwhile, Lin Yin charged up the pedestrian staircase of the Zecheng Building.

Three minutes later.

Lin Yin reached the rooftop on the 60th floor and kicked the steel door off its hinges. He looked expressionlessly at the four men in black standing in a row and then at Yu Zecheng, who was hanging by a wire, barely clinging to life.

"Not bad, kicking down a steel door?" Wen Nine remarked with a taunting smile, cracking his knuckles in anticipation.

"Coming here alone? I guess you're just delivering yourself on a platter, huh?"

No sooner had he spoken than Wen Nine, with lightning-fast reflexes, drew a pistol and fired. Clearly, he was a gun king-level expert with firearms, aiming to cripple Lin Yin's leg first.

Clang!

The bullet struck the iron door, but Lin Yin had vanished, as if he had disappeared right before their eyes.

"What?" Wen Nine's brow furrowed, taken aback by the surprise.

Bang!

A horrific force struck from behind; Lin Yin's shadowy figure emerged, kicking Wen Nine and sending him flying dozens of meters before he crashed to the ground, coughing up blood.

The other three men in black, startled, quickly regained their composure and raised their guns to shoot.

Lin Yin didn't afford them the opportunity. He charged at them with the speed of lightning, delivering a sweeping kick. Their bones snapped, and their weapons clattered to the ground.

Lin Yin swiftly landed several punches on their faces, knocking them all unconscious in quick succession.

He then turned to confront Wen Nine. Out of nowhere, a fierce gust of wind rushed towards him, carrying a sharp dagger aimed straight at his throat. Wen Nine was the true expert among them, the one who had previously bested Yu Zecheng's top fighter!

With a cold smirk, Lin Yin moved with the speed of a whirlwind, deftly catching the dagger between two fingers and bending it effortlessly.

"You?" Wen Nine's forehead beaded with sweat as he stared in disbelief at the enigmatic young man before him.

His speed was legendary; with a dagger in hand, he could take down anyone within fifteen steps, whether they wielded a pistol or a machine gun, before they could even fire a shot. Yet, this terrifying skill was casually neutralized by Lin Yin, who had simply caught the full-force thrust of the dagger with his fingers.

With a thunderous kick, Lin Yin sent Wen Nine flying like a kite caught in a storm.

However, mid-air, Wen Nine managed to rebound, flipping and landing two solid punches on Lin Yin's head. His skills were indeed exceptional.

Lin Yin absorbed the blows, and the two exchanged a flurry of punches as rapid as a torrential downpour. In a mere ten seconds, they had thrown dozens of punches at each other.

The fight ended with a series of crackling noises. Wen Nine, pale as a ghost, collapsed to his knees, his body cracking ominously, eyes wide with terror as he fixated on Lin Yin.

Wen Nine's bones were shattered, unable to support his flesh any longer.

"What kind of expert are you?" Wen Nine asked through gritted teeth.

He had considered himself formidable, an expert fearless of firearms, capable of delivering punches with the force of a thousand jin. Yet, he couldn't withstand even ten rounds against this mysterious young man.

"Heh," Lin Yin chuckled coldly. "Surviving more than ten seconds against my fists is quite an achievement for you."

Without another glance at the broken Wen Nine, Lin Yin turned and leapt into the air, snapping the steel wire and gently lowering Yu Zecheng to safety.

"Master Yin, I knew you would come to rescue me. I will never forget the great kindness you've shown me," Yu Zecheng gasped for breath as he spoke.

"These individuals are now your responsibility. You must extract some intelligence from them," Lin Yin stated dispassionately.

"I will absolutely break them," Yu Zecheng declared, blood in his mouth, his eyes seething with rage, clearly harboring a deep resentment towards these people.

Shortly thereafter, Yu Zecheng summoned his trusted subordinates, who dragged the four secret guards of the Wen Family to the basement of Zecheng Group. After hastily tending to his wounds, Yu Zecheng personally proceeded to interrogate them.

Over an hour later.

Lin Yin sat in the CEO's office, expressionless, savoring his red tea.

Yu Zecheng knocked and entered.

"Master Yin, I resorted to the electric chair, and they couldn't hold out. They've divulged many of the Wen Family's secrets," Yu Zecheng, now dressed in a presentable outfit, reported respectfully.

Lin Yin set down his teacup and prompted, "Continue."