Chapter 832: Chapter 832

Two Humvees drove side by side, charging towards Lin Chen's Lamborghini.

The road wasn't wide, and the two Humvees took up two-thirds of the space.

However, to the surprise of the Humvee drivers, Lin Chen didn't swerve but instead accelerated towards them.

"Is this guy insane?" The faces of both drivers showed shock.

Watching the oncoming Lamborghini, both men's faces twisted into a ferocious sneer.

The sheet metal of a Humvee is among the thickest of any vehicle, and using a Lamborghini to ram into a Humvee was certainly suicidal.

The two Humvees also accelerated at the same time, speeding towards Lin Chen's Lamborghini.

However, when the two parties were about fifty meters apart, the Lamborghini suddenly swerved, and under the influence of inertia, the entire car tilted sideways.

The three vehicles brushed past each other, with the Lamborghini narrowly squeezing through the gap between the two Humvees.

"How is that possible!" The Humvee drivers had looks of disbelief on their faces.

The Lamborghini shot through the gap between the Humvees, landed steadily, and rapidly chased after the bus.

"Boss, it's bad, the Lamborghini is catching up again," a team member reported.

Yin Mingtian's face darkened as he stared at the Lamborghini behind him: "What are those two fools doing, how did they let him catch up?"

At that moment, Lin Chen leaned out, his palm surging with intense flames.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh!

Four needles, sparking with flames, shot out, striking the four tires of the bus with precision.

"Boom boom boom!" The four tires of the bus burst instantly, and the bus started shaking violently.

The bus driver had to slam on the brakes, stopping the vehicle at the side of the road.

At that time, the two Humvees positioned themselves across the road, blocking Lin Chen's path.

Lin Chen snorted coldly, opened the car door, and got out directly.

The doors of the Humvees opened as well, and more than ten large men in camouflage, their faces painted, stepped down.

Yin Mingtian, surrounded by several people, glared at Lin Chen with a gloomy expression.

"So it's you, kid, wanting to mess up our plans?" Yin Mingtian said coldly.

Lin Chen let out a cold chuckle: "As a man of Huaxia, you betray your country and become someone else's dog. Your kind deserves to be wiped out by everyone."

"Hahaha, stop trying to play the moral high ground with me. After this deal, we'll have more money than we can spend, and the Yin family will join the ranks of the world's great families. And I will gain immortality and enjoy endless wealth," Yin Mingtian laughed loudly.

Lin Chen snorted coldly: "People like you are beyond redemption."

Yin Mingtian waved his hand vigorously: "Take him down, kill this bastard."

The dozen or so camouflage-clad men each pulled out a dagger and charged towards Lin Chen.

Lin Chen's eyes turned icy, and he dashed towards the camouflage-clad men like a flash of lightning.

One of the men's daggers stabbed lightning-fast towards Lin Chen's throat, but Lin Chen's right hand directly grabbed the man's wrist and yanked it in reverse.

The burly man's hand was completely twisted off by Lin Chen, and the dagger in his hand also fell into Lin Chen's possession.

Lin Chen kicked the burly man away with one foot and, waving the dagger in his hand, began to reap the lives of the remaining enemies.

This band of mercenaries was called Iron Eagle, and each member was a retired ace from the M country's special forces, their combat prowess extraordinarily formidable.

They consistently ranked first among mercenary groups, and had never failed in their operations.

However, facing Lin Chen, these special forces soldiers were almost powerless to fight back.

The dagger in Lin Chen's hand continuously harvested their lives; in less than five minutes, over a dozen mercenaries all lay in pools of blood.

The wounds on their bodies were nearly identical, each with a dagger thrust through the throat.

The scent of blood permeated the air, turning Yin Mingtian's face deathly pale.

Behind Yin Mingtian, a special forces soldier with a goatee stepped forward.

He was Carlos, the leader of the Iron Eagle mercenary group.

These subordinates were brothers who had fought alongside him for over ten years; seeing them die so miserably at Lin Chen's hands, Carlos's eyes nearly shot flames.

"Kid, you actually killed so many of my brothers, I'm going to kill you to avenge them," Carlos said coldly.

Lin Chen snorted coldly: "No matter which mercenary group you come from, entering Huaxia to cause trouble was the most foolish thing you've done. Since you've come, you might as well stay here!"

"Die!" Carlos snorted coldly, his body exploding forward towards Lin Chen.

It must be said that Carlos's combat techniques were strong, his explosive power and ferocity of attack unmatched by those other mercenaries.

It was a pity that he encountered Lin Chen; although his moves were swift, under Lin Chen's Tianyan every movement seemed like slow motion.

This predestined his tragic fate; in less than ten moves, he was left with a crushed throat by Lin Chen, collapsing limply onto the ground.

Seeing that even Carlos had died, a shock of horror crossed Yin Mingtian's face.

This was the number one ranked international mercenary, yet Lin Chen slaughtered them as effortlessly as killing chickens and dogs.

Lin Chen threw Carlos's corpse to one side and slowly walked towards Yin Mingtian.

A look of fear appeared in Yin Mingtian's eyes: "Lin Chen, as long as you let me go and let the bus leave, I'm willing to give you money, one hundred million, is that enough?"

There was a slight contempt in Lin Chen's gaze: "Do you think money can buy a person's dignity, can it buy a person's conviction? I am a man of Huaxia, even if you gave me mountains of gold and silver, you can't buy my love for the motherland, nor my patriotic fervor as a son or daughter of Huaxia. So, you're not going anywhere, in your next life be good and spend the rest of your days in prison!"

With that said, Lin Chen's body rapidly rushed out, darting straight at Yin Mingtian.

"Shadow Earl, quick, help me." At that moment, Yin Mingtian finally felt fear, stepping back and calling out.

Just as Lin Chen's hand was about to clutch Yin Mingtian's throat, his gaze suddenly focused and his body rapidly shot backwards.

Despite this, Lin Chen was still hit; the opponent managed two flying kicks that heavily struck Lin Chen's defensively positioned arm.

However, what was astonishing was that there was no one around, only a chilling voice came from the air.

"Kid, it looks like you're tired of living, daring to meddle in the affairs of our Ghost Society," the voice said coldly.

Lin Chen snorted coldly: "Ghost Society? I don't care what kind of society you are, it's not acceptable to cause trouble on our Huaxia turf."

"Hahaha, what an arrogant fellow, since it's , I will let you know the might of our Ghost Society." As the voice fell, the shadow reappeared like a ghost, aiming a hand chop towards Lin Chen's nape.

However, this time Lin Chen did not get hit, his body tilting to dodge the opponent's hand chop.

A strike missed, the Shadow Earl's face changed, and his body disappeared again.

"This guy, he can turn invisible!" Lin Chen's gaze tightened slightly, a wicked smile crossing his lips.