IRCFCN 29

Chapter 29:

 The Peak of Martial Arts, The Grandmaster Descends!

“Enough.”

Lin Wan’er’s expression turned colder as she spoke:

“This has nothing to do with him. Don’t hurt him.”

The ten men in black suits stopped at once, all turning their eyes toward Zhu Jiu as if waiting for instructions.

Zhu Jiu nodded slightly.

“Since Miss Lin has spoken, we will not punish you this time.”

“Th-thank you… thank you.”

The street stall owner let out a breath of relief. He quickly stood up, thanked them repeatedly, and then ran off without looking back.

“Miss Lin, our young master invites you. Please.”

Zhu Jiu smiled and made a polite gesture.

“Shen Muchen? What does he want from me?” Lin Wan’er frowned, feeling irritated.

Zhu Jiu chuckled:

“Miss Lin, what kind of question is that? Our Young Master Shen hasn’t seen you for so long, of course he misses you. He just wants to catch up and chat…”

“Catch up?”

Lin Wan’er sneered inwardly.

She knew exactly what kind of person Shen Muchen was. He was nothing more than a wolf in human clothing—a filthy hypocrite.

“I have nothing to talk about with him. You can leave.”

Zhu Jiu simply stared at her quietly without moving.

The men in suits did the same, standing still as if her words meant nothing.

Cheng Xiaoling cautiously walked to Lin Wan’er’s side and whispered:

“Wan’er, who are they? Are you familiar with them?”

Lin Wan’er’s expression turned serious. She lowered her voice:

“Don’t ask too much. They are not good people. If there’s a chance, we must leave immediately. Don’t hesitate.”

“But… can we still leave safely now?”

Cheng Xiaoling’s face changed drastically.

She hadn’t expected that just after escaping one crisis, another even worse one would appear.

Zhu Jiu exchanged a glance with his men. The ten bodyguards immediately understood and nodded slightly before walking aggressively toward Cheng Xiaoling.

Seeing this, Cheng Xiaoling quickly pulled Lin Wan’er back, shouting nervously:

“Don’t come any closer!”

Zhu Jiu glanced at her calmly, then looked back at Lin Wan’er with a harmless smile:

“Miss Lin, I’ve made myself very clear. Why won’t you listen? Our Young Master means no harm. He just wants to invite you for tea, a chat, and a little catch-up.”

“After that, you can go home. It won’t take long. And surely you wouldn’t want anything to happen to your friend, would you?”

Threat!

A blatant threat!

Zhu Jiu’s words clearly meant that if Lin Wan’er refused, they would act against Cheng Xiaoling.

Lin Wan’er clenched her fists tightly, killing intent flashing in her eyes.

These people feared her identity and did not dare touch her directly—but they had no hesitation in targeting Cheng Xiaoling. Despicable.

Grinding her teeth, she made a decision and said coldly:

“Let Xiaoling go. I’ll go with you.”

“Wan’er, you can’t go with them!”

Cheng Xiaoling panicked and took out her phone fiercely:

“Worst case, I’ll call the police! I don’t believe they’d dare to kidnap us in broad daylight!”

“Go ahead and call the police if you dare,” a suit-clad man sneered as he stepped forward to grab her.

“Don’t touch me! You really think I won’t call?”

Cheng Xiaoling quickly dodged back, anger rising and gradually overpowering her fear.

She refused to believe it—this was a law-based society. What could they really do?

“Hmph, truly inexperienced little girls who don’t understand the cruelty of the world.”

Zhu Jiu sneered inwardly, then ordered:

“Take action! Bring Miss Lin’s friend to Young Master Shen first!”

This mission from Shen Muchen was absolute: he had to bring Lin Wan’er back by any means necessary—but under no circumstances was he allowed to hurt her.

If it were only Lin Wan’er, he would have no easy solution.

But now there was someone Lin Wan’er cared about.

Kidnap that friend, and Lin Wan’er would have no choice but to comply.

And indeed, that was the plan.

However, they could never have imagined that a young man who would one day shake the entire world was about to arrive.

When that moment came, it would be their end—regret would be meaningless.

“It’s over… they’re really going to catch me.”

Cheng Xiaoling realized she was in serious trouble. She suddenly pushed Lin Wan’er away:

“Wan’er, run! Get out of here and call the police!”

Lin Wan’er froze.

She had not expected her usually vain and carefree best friend to choose to protect her at a moment of life and death.

Moved, she made up her mind—she could not let anything happen to Xiaoling.

This was all because of her. The target was her alone.

To force her into submission.

Fine.

You’re ruthless!

Shen Muchen, I’ll remember this!

One day, I will repay this!

Lin Wan’er shouted:

“Stop!”

She then looked coldly at Zhu Jiu and said expressionlessly:

“I’ll go with you.”

The moment she spoke, the men in suits immediately stopped.

They were less than two meters away from Cheng Xiaoling—another second and they would have grabbed her.

Cheng Xiaoling breathed a sigh of relief, then worriedly looked at Lin Wan’er:

“Wan’er… are you really going with them?”

Lin Wan’er nodded helplessly.

“I have no other choice. I can’t just watch you get taken. If I go, at least I won’t be in mortal danger. But if you go, it could be life or death.”

“Let’s go, Miss Lin.”

Zhu Jiu smiled smugly, already imagining Shen Muchen’s praise after completing the mission.

Lin Wan’er suppressed her anger and sighed helplessly.

This was Jianghai City—she was unfamiliar with it and had no help available in such a short time.

However, at that moment—

An aged voice rang out.

“Hmph! The Shen family thinks they can act so recklessly now? You dare lay hands on my young lady?”

The voice came before the person arrived.

A Martial Grandmaster!!

Zhu Jiu’s expression changed drastically.

He quickly turned toward the source of the voice.

An old man in a gray robe, hands behind his back, walked slowly forward.

His steps looked casual—but each step covered seven to eight meters.

In less than five seconds, he had crossed the street and appeared before everyone.

“Lin Chuxiu! It’s you!”

Zhu Jiu’s pupils contracted violently, his voice trembling.

He never expected Lin Chuxiu—a true martial grandmaster—to be following Lin Wan’er to Jianghai City.

Wasn’t Shen Muchen told that Lin Wan’er had come alone?

When did Lin Chuxiu arrive?

Was the intelligence wrong?

Zhu Jiu’s heart sank.

He was at the late Inner Strength stage—already nearly unmatched in Jianghai City.

But in front of a Martial Grandmaster, he had absolutely no chance of survival.

Even escaping would be extremely difficult.

Today… he might not be able to leave alive.