Chapter 834: Chapter 834

Zhonghai Airport, a square-faced middle-aged man stared sharply at a dozen young people in black uniforms below.

These people were all members of the HuaXia Security Office, the best from various special forces units across HuaXia, each capable of taking on ten opponents.

Pan Li surveyed his surroundings seriously and said, "In a while, an important guest will arrive at Zhonghai, and we are responsible for his protection. I hope everyone is alert and not the least bit careless. Understood?"

The young men responded in unison: "Understood!"

Pan Li stood up and led the group towards the boarding gate.

He took Anna's warning seriously and had sufficient confidence.

Pan Li had managed numerous protection missions flawlessly, and he led a team of the elite's elite; he was confident that even if there were ambushes, his team could easily handle them.

The plane slowly stopped at the apron, and the cabin opened to reveal an elderly man in a suit with graying hair stepping down from the plane.

Emotions surged within the elderly man as his feet touched HuaXia's soil.

"Zhonghai, I have finally returned. Having left home at eight, fifty years have passed, and at last, I'm back here," Zhao Bin's face was filled with excitement.

At that moment, Pan Li quickly approached: "Mr. Zhao, my name is Pan Li, and I'm responsible for your security this time."

Zhao Bin nodded: "Thank you for your hard work."

The group then proceeded along the green channel towards the exit of the airport.

Surrounded by a dozen people from all angles, Zhao was briskly escorted out of the airport.

Pan Li's eyes continuously scanned the crowd, suddenly his gaze sharpened at a glint of gold from the second floor.

"Not good, there's trouble." Years of security experience had him reacting immediately, throwing Zhao to the ground.

Almost simultaneously, over ten crossbow arrows flew towards them like rain.

"Retreat fast!" Pan Li shouted, urging everyone to retreat quickly.

Just then, more than ten assassins surged out from the crowd, charging at them aggressively.

"Hold them off!" Pan Li pulled Zhao by the hand, quickly retreating towards the parking lot.

Suddenly, Pan Li heard two screams—the cries coming from his own subordinates.

Pan Li turned around, his gaze suddenly sharp: "Behind him, a muscular man wearing a silver mask and an iron gauntlet, had killed two security members and was rushing towards him.

"Mr. Zhao, run to the parking lot quickly, someone will meet you there; I'll hold him off," said Pan Li as he stopped, rushing towards the iron-gauntleted man.

The big man's fist, still stained with blood, glinted coldly as it hurtled towards Pan Li.

Pan Li dodged the attacker's punch and kicked fiercely at the man's face.

However, contrary to Pan Li's expectations, his kick felt like it had struck iron, the man remaining unfazed.

The next instant, Pan Li's foot was caught, and he was slammed to the ground like a sandbag.

Pan Li never dreamed this man would be so powerful.

Shaking his head, he charged at the muscular man again.

This punch hit the man's shoulder, yet Pan Li felt as though he had punched iron; the man showed no reaction.

The iron-fisted man gave a cold smirk and suddenly struck a punch towards Pan Li.

"Bang!" Pan Li's chest collapsed, his body flew back like a cannonball and heavily fell to the ground.

Pan Li tried to stand up, but he spat out blood.

The iron-fisted man snorted coldly and ran towards the direction Zhao had escaped.

However, just as he took a step, he felt his leg being embraced.

The iron-fisted man lowered his head, seeing Pan Li clinging to him with a colder expression.

He dragged Pan Li for two steps, trying to shake him off.

But Pan Li's hands clung to him tightly like iron pliers.

Finally, a murderous intent flashed through his eyes, and the iron fist, already drenched in blood, struck out again.

Fist after fist, each heavily smashing onto Pan Li's head, tragically, Pan Li's head was smashed by the opponent.

The iron fist then pried open Pan Li's hands and chased forward.

As Zhao Bin ran, he looked back and saw the bloody scene of the opponent smashing Pan Li's head with the iron fist.

Suddenly, Zhao Bin's face changed and he stumbled and fell to the ground.

The iron fist's eyes flashed fiercely and he walked towards Zhao Bin.

Zhao Bin wanted to run, but his calves had gone soft and he couldn't move at all.

The iron-fisted man quickly stepped in front of Zhao Bin and reached out his blood-drenched hand toward him.

However, in that instant, suddenly a figure appeared like lightning and kicked the iron-fisted man in the face.

This time, the iron-fisted man was staggered by that kick, and involuntarily stepped back several paces.

At that moment, Anna ran over, helped Zhao Bin up, and quickly ran towards the direction of the car.

Seeing the prey he was about to capture being saved by someone else, the iron-fisted man let out a roar of anger and pursued swiftly.

However, at this moment a slender figure stood in front of him.

"Your opponent is me," Lin Chen said calmly.

"Stinky ant, if you don't want me to crush your head, get out of my way," the iron-fisted man said in English.

Lin Chen glanced at Pan Li who was lying on the ground, anger flashing in his eyes: "You bastard, daring to make trouble in our China, I will not slaughter you if my last name isn't Lin."

"Kid, you're seeking death." The iron-fisted man swung his iron fist and hurled it towards Lin Chen.

Lin Chen did not back down, and also swung his fist.

"Boom!" Their fists collided fiercely.

Lin Chen felt a numbness in his arm and staggered back four or five steps.

The muscular man also stepped back four or five paces, looking at Lin Chen with a shocked expression.

This man, nicknamed Iron Fist, had incredibly hard fists and enormous strength. Seeing Lin Chen's slender build, he thought he should have been able to send Lin Chen flying with one punch.

However, contrary to his expectations, not only was Lin Chen not sent flying, but the collision also pushed him back several steps.

"Again!" Lin Chen's eyes surged with fighting spirit as he charged towards Iron Fist once more.

"Boom boom boom!" Their fists constantly collided.

Lin Chen's attacks fell on Iron Fist like a violent storm.

Initially, Iron Fist could withstand it, but as Lin Chen's attacks intensified, Iron Fist began to falter.

The reason he was impervious to blades and had strong striking ability was due to his cultivation of the Iron Wall Attack.

However, this technique relied on Spiritual Energy. Initially, with ample Spiritual Energy, Iron Fist could withstand, but as Lin Chen's attacks became more ferocious, Iron Fist began to falter, and wounds started appearing one after another.

Lin Chen's punch hit Iron Fist heavily, turning his face pale as he staggered back seven or eight steps.

At that moment, the sound of sirens rang out, and a large group of police and special forces soldiers swarmed in.

Iron Fist's expression grew increasingly ugly, and he turned to run.

Lin Chen's eyes grew cold: "Daring to cause trouble in our China, you still want to run?"

As he spoke, Lin Chen's fist, as if enveloped by blazing flames, heavily struck towards Iron Fist's chest.