"Chen Fan, can you be more serious?"
Qiangwei was displeased.
"The enemies we are facing today are all terrifying existences on the international stage!"
"Also, don't forget, you promised Elder Zhu that you would definitely complete this mission!"
Chen Fan casually replied, "Piece of cake!"
"Just tell me, are these people supposed to be crippled or killed?"
Qiangwei’s eyes darkened, "Their strength is no ordinary!"
Chen Fan ignored this, his tone firm, "Crippled or killed!"
"..." Qiangwei was somewhat speechless, "We don't know their purpose for coming to Lin City!"
Chen Fan pouted helplessly, "Does it matter if we know or not? Just cripple them or kill them, isn't that enough?"
"You..."
What he said made a lot of sense.
"But how can you guarantee you can take them down?"
"If you fail, won't you alert the enemy?"
Chen Fan sprang up like a carp. "That's you!"
Immediately, he called over a waiter.
Before the waiter could even speak, Chen Fan grabbed him.
The waiter was stunned, "Big... Big brother, what are you doing?"
Chen Fan said, "Take off..."
"Ah?" The waiter panicked, stammering, "Big... Big brother, I'm just a waiter, and a decent person at that!"
Chen Fan pouted speechlessly, "I just need your jacket!"
"Uh!"
Facing the imposing Chen Fan.
The waiter didn't dare to hesitate and quickly took it off.
Chen Fan then changed into it.
"I'll leave this waiter to you!"
Before Qiangwei could speak, Chen Fan had already left.
Qiangwei was furious about this, spitting, "This scoundrel, always so reckless!"
Chen Fan went to the adjacent room.
He knocked.
Seeing that it was a waiter, the foreigner inside lowered his guard.
The door opened.
Chen Fan pushed a cart in and then used his leg to close the door.
"Distinguished foreign friends, welcome to our Lin City Grand Hotel..."
Before he could finish speaking, he attacked.
All four foreigners were dumbfounded!
They never expected this.
Two of them were taken down in a flash.
With one injection, they were unable to move their legs, let alone counterattack.
The remaining two were more skilled, with good pugilistic abilities.
However, they were still inferior to Chen Fan!
One of them was ruthlessly sent flying with a punch, falling heavily to the ground in a sorry state!
He was dazed.
"Damn..."
"Damn it!"
Chen Fan administered another injection to his back, rendering him immobile on the spot!
Soon, only the leader, the King of Destruction, Owen, remained.
Owen frowned, "You... Who are you?"
Chen Fan exclaimed, "Oh, your Chinese is quite good!"
"..."
"Don't ask, the answer is I'm here to beat you!"
He unleashed a set of Tai Chi and Bajiquan movements.
Owen's combat skills were instantly dismantled.
Chen Fan followed up with attacks resembling plum blossom acupoint strikes, and in moments, Owen's legs and feet were both struck.
He grimaced in pain.
"You..."
Chen Fan then delivered another kick, sending Owen crashing into the wall.
He was dazed, his complexion looking exceptionally grim.
Blood trickled from his lips.
His knees slammed heavily onto the ground.
Because Qiangwei and Zhu Rong had spoken at length about the strength of Owen and his group before the operation, Chen Fan showed no mercy when he attacked. He never expected these four to be so weak. Chen Fan spat, "You boasted so much, and this is it? Did you start with the wrong settings?"
A million thoughts raced through Owen's mind...