Chapter 1691 - 1704: Lin Mu Takes Action

Chapter 1691: Chapter 1704: Lin Mu Takes Action

When the three hostages left, full of joy, the air in the conference room seemed to almost freeze. The Saint Master’s playful expression had vanished, and Golden Egg’s face was clouded with gloom. Even Qing Niang, who had been standing by the window monitoring the police activities, couldn’t help but turn her head. Russian roulette, firing a blank once is normal, twice is lucky, three times is almost miraculous. Yet Lin Mu fired four blanks without a bullet emerging... Could this guy have some unspeakable secret with the legendary Lady Luck?

"Phew, can it be over now!"

The Saint Master exhaled heavily, amazed at Lin Mu’s fortune while also admiring his courage from the bottom of his heart. After all, this wasn’t a game; once the game ended, there would be no chance to restart.

In the face of imminent death, to remain calm and pull the trigger four times, such courage was truly admirable; at least the Saint Master admitted he couldn’t do it himself.

"End it? Why, I still have one more shot, don’t I?"

As the remaining white-collar workers sighed, believing that Lin Mu wouldn’t risk the last shot with almost zero chance of survival, Lin Mu suddenly smiled, raising the gun once more to aim at his temple.

"Are you crazy?" The Saint Master took a step back, a look of shock flowing through his eyes.

"Stop, Lin Mu, don’t you want to live!" Liu Genyou’s face changed wildly, ignoring his injuries as he struggled to stand up, "A revolver can’t fire five blanks in a row, put the gun down, you’ve done enough, cough cough..."

For strangers just met, he wouldn’t hesitate to stake his life... Indeed, the world is getting colder, but it doesn’t mean people have lost their conscience! Seeing Lin Mu’s resolute gesture of raising the gun, a female white-collar couldn’t help but cover her mouth, her eyes red, "Big Brother, don’t gamble anymore, I, I won’t go out!"

"Yes, I won’t go out either, buddy, please don’t struggle any more..."

"Yeah, we can stay a bit longer, it’s fine!"

Voices rose one after another, and in this moment, human selfishness disappeared; Lin Mu’s lips curled into a smile, feeling comforted inside.

Human nature is fundamentally good; the reason we become corrupt may simply be that this world lacks heroes, lacks infectious... positive energy!

"Don’t worry, I’m always lucky!"

Shaking his head, Lin Mu squinted his eyes and pulled the trigger again.

Bang!

Gunpowder filled the air!

Scarlet blood spurted out amidst a cacophony of cries, and Lin Mu staggered in the direction of Qing Niang, knocking over chairs and tables, collapsing into a pool of blood...

Seeing this scene, the hall immediately sank into unspeakable silence.

"Uncle!" Liu A Zhen screamed, rushing forward, and upon seeing Lin Mu lying motionless in the blood, his delicate face turned pale as snow and tears began to fall relentlessly. Liu Genyou felt darkness before his eyes, his body swayed and he fell to the ground, his bloodless lips trembling uncontrollably.

The miracle of Lin Mu’s four consecutive blanks seemed unable to continue.

This was as expected by everyone, yet also beyond imagination.

At least in the stories, heroes don’t end like this; even in death, they leave behind a poignant declaration. But Lin Mu... fell so decisively and neatly, it was hard to accept.

"Hah, I told you, being a hero isn’t easy, now he’s down for the count!"

Golden Egg grinned, stepping forward to pull away the crying Liu A Zhen.

"With so much nonsense, why not throw out his body, or do you want to attract flies?"

Qing Niang seemed to have a cleanliness obsession, seeing Lin Mu’s bleeding corpse just three steps away, she frowned and walked towards the other window.

"Such a hassle!" Golden Egg puckered his lips but still bent down.

Meanwhile, during this exchange, one silent and one active, both appeared beside Lin Mu.

For some reason, a sense of extreme unease suddenly surged in the Saint Master’s heart. To him, this situation was too abrupt. Imagine someone who could evade Golden Egg’s close-range sniping and rescue two SWAT officers—would they die so easily? And when he fired the revolver at his own head, his calmness wasn’t something that could be explained by mere bravery. Did he know the bullet’s position all along? Was this all a setup?

The Saint Master’s complexion changed slightly; he subconsciously raised his voice, "Careful, stay away from him!"

"Huh?" Golden Egg was taken aback, but before he could react to what the Saint Master meant, an elbow came crashing down upon him with overwhelming force.

Golden Egg was a sniper, an expert in firearms, but in hand-to-hand combat, he was scarcely stronger than a regular officer. This sneak attack came out of nowhere, with no warning whatsoever; even if Golden Egg wanted to dodge, he couldn’t react in time... Crunch! A crisp sound of bone breaking rang out, and Golden Egg groaned, his strong body flying backward, landing with blood streaming from his facial features, clearly beyond saving.

This entire sequence of events unfolded in a mere blink of an eye.

Less than a second, Golden Egg was down, and the seemingly dead Lin Mu had already sprung up, launching a swift punch towards Qing Niang’s back.

"Hmm?" Qing Niang’s pupils contracted; without thinking, she executed a quick spin kick in place. Her technique seemed to follow a nimble path, her speed truly astounding, a flash of white in the air, as her captivating long leg kicked Lin Mu’s waist.

Bronze head, iron tail, tofu waist.

Like a tiger, the waist is absolutely the most vulnerable point of humans. Though Qing Niang’s cultivation technique followed a nimble path, the power in her leg was not weak at all. At least around five hundred pounds! If an ordinary expert were hit, even without rupturing kidneys to die instantly, they’d feel numb all over and lose their combat ability immediately.

But unfortunately, Lin Mu was not an ordinary expert?

His endurance against blows was hardly inferior compared to those Inner Family masters cultivating Vajra Shield.

Smash! The ten-centimeter pencil heel shattered; Qing Niang’s face changed, feeling as if she’d kicked a steel plate, her toes aching almost to breaking point. Taking a deep breath, as she intended to retreat, Lin Mu’s swift hands held onto that snowy leg which he had coveted for so, so long. "Beauty, wearing a skirt means not raising your leg too high, I can see your panties..."

"Humph!"

Qing Niang’s eyes turned icy, her head jerked violently; whoosh, her dark, smooth long hair transformed into a deadly weapon, whipping towards Lin Mu. Lin Mu reflexively raised his arm to block, yet the arm, which wouldn’t leave a red mark when struck by a whip, was slashed with fine blood marks by these seemingly soft strands.