Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record! - Chapter 104

Chapter 104: Chapter 103: He is the Absolute King!

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The rural road, about five meters wide, twisted through lush green trees, with weeds growing wild on the sides, mixed with small rocks and dust, naturally blanketed with fallen leaves and dead branches.

A cool breeze blew, carrying the rustling sound of dancing leaves, and the weeds on the ground swayed in the wind.

Every once in a while, one could hear the chirping of birds returning to their nests.

Beyond that, there was nothing else.

Very few vehicles traveled on this country road, and even fewer people; it was like a half-abandoned path.

Lin Chuan was walking in the middle of this road.

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Next to him was Shen Qianqian, dressed in a light white skirt, with a stern and cold face, her eyes exuding vigilance and gravity.

In front of them were two medium-sized trucks.

Aboard the trucks.

More than a dozen burly men poured out, brandishing iron rods or knives, their menacing presence converging as they approached Lin Chuan and Shen Qianqian from both sides.

Leading them were Sister Mei and Wei, looking at Lin Chuan with unfriendly eyes.

Ready to make a move at any moment.

“Lin Chuan, the moment they charge over, you run back, just lead a few of them away, and I’ll cover you. The Lincang Police will arrive soon.”

Shen Qianqian watched the group of more than ten people across from her with burning eyes, while glancing at Lin Chuan out of the corner of her eye.

Not long ago, she was a criminal policeman, trained in fighting, and could at least hold her own against this fraud gang for a while.

But she was somewhat worried about Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan usually sat in front of a computer typing; although he had been working out frequently, she wasn’t sure how effective it would be.

Self-defense… should be possible, right?

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Lin Chuan gazed straight ahead and glanced at the opposing lineup with a smile, replying, “No problem.”

“Be careful.”

Shen Qianqian still advised with some concern.

At this moment.

The approaching Sister Mei asked with a very cold voice, “Who is your real fan?”

“You’re Old Bai’s online girlfriend, right?”

Lin Chuan looked calm, gave Sister Mei a glance, and asked with a smile.

On Lin Chuan’s face, Sister Mei could not see the slightest panic or nervousness; on the contrary, what she saw was composed confidence, and even a bit of recklessness.

This caused Sister Mei’s brows to slightly furrow, a hint of doubt arising in her heart: “Are you here to rescue him?”

In the middle of the road.

Lin Chuan nodded and chuckled, “You guessed half right.”

“And the other half?”

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Lin Chuan smiled again, “That would be you all, of course!”

“You little brat, I don’t mind adding a couple more pigs to the sty,” said Wei next to Sister Mei, his face changing as he narrowed his eyes and spoke coldly.

The more than ten burly men behind him tightened their grip on their weapons.

The situation was on a knife-edge!

Lin Chuan laughed, completely ignoring Wei, and shouted towards the truck, “Old Bai, I told you not to rush into online dating; now do you believe me?”

Inside the truck cabin.

Old Bai was still wondering why they had stopped when he suddenly heard Lin Chuan’s shout; his eyes snapped open.

Old Lin came to save me!

Wuu wuu wuu—

But his mouth was sealed with tape, and he could only make ‘wuu wuu wuu—’ noises.

The truck cabin was also locked from the outside, preventing him from rushing to meet Lin Chuan; all he could do was bang against the cabin, producing thumping sounds in response to Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan heard Old Bai’s response and laughed, “Good, looks like he’s still in one piece.”

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“You’re worried about him, but you might want to worry about yourself first!” Sister Mei’s eyes narrowed, “Move in!”

The opposite side consisted only of two people, a man and a woman.

The man was about 1.8 meters tall, slim, and seemed to lack combat ability.

The woman was 1.7 meters, with a sweet appearance, seemingly non-threatening.

But experience told her that in the current situation, they had to act fast.

Delay could mean trouble!

“Hold on!”

Shen Qianqian shouted angrily, holding a ‘gun’ in her right hand and revealing her police badge with her left, “I am a police officer from the Anti-Fraud Center in Anling City, Han River Province. You are now suspected of a criminal offense, drop your weapons, hands on your heads, and squat down!”

A cop?!

A gun?!

The entire fraud gang faltered, their footsteps halting as their faces instinctively showed panic.

Sister Mei’s expression changed: “A cop?”

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At this time.

Shen Qianqian’s face was cold, her gaze intense as she fixed it on the fraud gang and shouted again, “Drop your weapons, hands on your heads, and squat down!”

Sister Mei and Wei exchanged glances, their brows tightly knitted.

At that moment, Wei stared intently at Shen Qianqian and her gun: “Girl, that’s a toy gun you’re holding, impersonating a police officer; who are you trying to scare?”

Shen Qianqian’s heart tightened, and a hint of panic flashed in her eyes.

She was no fake cop.

But the gun she was holding was indeed a toy.

When they set off, she passed a toy store while riding her motorcycle, and Lin Chuan urgently had her stop, dashed into the store, and quickly emerged with two guns.

The guns, in appearance, were similar to real firearms but lacked lethal force.

“Girl, you’re pretty brave to try this stunt in front of me. Do you know who we are?” Wei said with a cocky grin on his face.

They dealt in the trade of fraud, able to bait and hook people with just a few words.

And now, Wei believed he had seen through Shen Qianqian’s ruse.

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Once the fraud gang heard Wei’s words, their expressions changed again; they tightened their hold on their weapons, preparing to charge at Lin Chuan and Shen Qianqian.

Shen Qianqian’s breathing became rapid, her own heartbeat almost audible to her.

What to do?

She had no more than a second to think and forced herself to calm down, whispering, “Lin Chuan, you go first; I’ll hold them off!”

“No need to run.”

Lin Chuan patted her back, assuring her there was no need to be nervous.

Shen Qianqian’s expression was one of surprise, not understanding what was happening.

But.

Lin Chuan did not retreat but instead calmly took two steps forward, his smile growing wider, “You say this gun is fake?”

Wei’s expression stalled, “Using a toy gun to play the big bad wolf, who are you trying to fool?”

In the middle of the road, Lin Chuan didn’t speak; his gaze was fixed on Wei, as sharp as a cheetah eyeing its prey.

In his hand, a black pistol spun slowly around his index finger, completing a circle.

Then.

Lin Chuan’s right hand lifted, and the black toy gun, as if given life, spun rapidly, too fast to follow with the eye. The sunlight filtering through the rows of trees fell on Lin Chuan, instantly revealing the rapid movement of his right hand and the afterimage of the pistol.

The sound of the gun spinning around continued to travel in the silent street, making the entire scam gang shiver.

Whiz!

Lin Chuan’s movement stopped, his expression calm, his gaze resolute.

The muzzle of the gun in his hand was pointed directly at Wei.

Wei couldn’t help but swallow, his lips trembling slightly, his heart pounding rapidly, a hint of panic flickering in his eyes.

Lin Chuan’s gun-spinning was too skillful.

So skillful that it made people think the gun was part of him—he must be a gunplay expert!

So, was the gun in his hand real or fake?

Wei didn’t know.

But when it came to his life, he wasn’t quite willing to gamble.

Shen Qianqian, standing beside Lin Chuan, also swallowed, not out of nervousness but because Lin Chuan’s stance was just too convincing.

Just with that round of gun spinning alone, it felt almost believable.

Moreover, catching a glimpse of Lin Chuan in her peripheral vision, Shen Qianqian saw that there wasn’t a trace of panic on Lin Chuan’s delicate face, only confidence.

Yes, confidence!

This kind of confidence was absolutely assured.

Spinning the gun might just be an external display, but the extreme confidence Lin Chuan exhibited was the real reason the other party didn’t dare to advance.

In this moment, Lin Chuan gave Shen Qianqian a very delicate feeling.

But Shen Qianqian couldn’t quite articulate it.

If you asked Lin Chuan, he would say it was the absolute instinct of a top-tier assassin.

No one spoke; there was silence.

The breeze blew gently, swirling around the mountains, brushing past the magnificent layers of mountain ranges, the cold, lush trees, and the dense branches and leaves beside the rural road that flickered like a screen, rustling softly.

Perhaps, there was a stream nearby, its water murmuring.

For the sound of flowing water mingled with the wind could be heard by everyone’s ears.

“Get down, hands on your head.”

Lin Chuan broke the silence in a calm tone.

Several burly men from the fraud gang, intimidated, were already placing their hands on the backs of their heads, preparing to kneel.

But!

Sister Mei’s icy words once again tensed the atmosphere: “Just by spinning a gun, can you turn a toy into a real one?”

Upon hearing this, Shen Qianqian’s heart tightened once more.

At moments like this, the last thing you want is someone casting doubt.

She knew, in that split second, Lin Chuan had stunned the fraudsters, sending their minds into a blank.

But once someone raised doubt, they would quickly regain their ability to think.

And Sister Mei was their leader.

At this moment,

Lin Chuan smiled, moving forward once more, step by step nearing Sister Mei, his lips curved into a smirk:

“Fake?”

“This fourth-generation Glock 17 semi-automatic pistol, with a chamber of 9mm Parabellum bullets, has a barrel length of 114 millimeters, an overall length of 202 millimeters, an unloaded weight of 625 grams, and can fire up to 500 rounds in one minute.”

“That means, with my gun’s full magazine of 17 bullets, it would take less than 10 seconds for the bullets to penetrate all of your bodies.”

“You should have heard, ‘within seven steps, a gun is fast and accurate!’”

As Lin Chuan finished speaking, he was precisely seven steps away from Sister Mei.

The cold muzzle of the gun pointed directly at Sister Mei’s forehead, causing her to suddenly stiffen, her teeth chattering, panic flashing in her eyes as she looked at the delicate yet somewhat handsome young man in front of her.

Her breath was rapid, her chest heaving.

Every sentence from Lin Chuan felt like a judgment against her.

And with each step he took, it was as if he was further pressing down on her heart.

Suffocation, oppression, unable to breathe.

The closer he got, the more intense the feeling became. Even in her so-called boss’s presence, she had never experienced such suffocating oppression.

“Sister Mei, I’m giving you just one chance. Kneel down, hands on your head.” Lin Chuan said coldly, as if pronouncing a judgment from hell itself.

The presence of a top assassin, and the commanding aura of the king of the industrial district’s fraudsters, were both displayed by Lin Chuan.

Presence, indeed, can terrify the heart!

Sister Mei, who had never encountered a man with such an aura, had her legs give out from under her, collapsing to the ground, breathing heavily.

With Sister Mei kneeling down, the remaining fourteen individuals followed suit, kneeling as well.

They couldn’t muster even a hint of resistance within their hearts.

Wei, who had previously cursed Lin Chuan with every name under the sun, now lacked even the courage to meet Lin Chuan’s eyes.

Indeed, he was a man who lived on the knife-edge.

All the people here were criminals living on the knife-edge.

But compared to Lin Chuan, who had lived through both an assassin’s and a fraudster’s life in the industrial districts, they were still too green.

Excessively so.

In his experience with these criminal professions, Lin Chuan feared the police, feared legal punishment, but facing these fraudsters…

He was the undisputed king!

All fifteen fraudsters huddled with their heads in their hands, daring not to move.

Behind Lin Chuan, Shen Qianqian was still in shock, staring at Lin Chuan’s silhouette, her eyes filled with confusion.

It was both familiar and strange.

Familiar was the figure before her; strange was the confidence and the aura that Lin Chuan had demonstrated.

Is he really just a web novel writer?

Shen Qianqian then shook her head.

Suddenly, she remembered that time she’d been with Lin Chuan, popping balloons at a street stall.

That’s right.

From that time, Lin Chuan had already shown some hints of his true self.

She didn’t have time to think it through.

Suddenly, she heard Lin Chuan’s voice next to her ear, “Qianqian, it’s time to get to work.”