The Female CEO's Personal Bodyguard

Chapter 46: Kill me directly?
After a few drinks, the contract was signed, and the matter was clarified.

It turns out that Mo Junwu went to the hospital for an inspection yesterday and bumped into Lin Chen, which led to the scene that followed.

After parting ways with Zhao Daming, Lin Chen called Mo Junwu.

Previously, when he treated Mo Dahong, the other party gave him five million yuan for medical expenses and apologized to him. The matter was considered over. Now that he owed them a favor, and now that he knew about it, he should say something.

The call connected, and before Lin Chen could even speak, Mo Junwu greeted him warmly, "Hello, Mr. Lin!"

Lin Chen laughed and said, "Mr. Mo, you pulled this trick so quietly, I now owe you a favor."

After his father's guidance, Mo Junwu realized his previous shortsightedness and no longer harbored any resentment towards Lin Chen. As he had said before, he now only hoped to make friends with Lin Chen.

"Mr. Lin, it's just a small matter, nothing to do with favors. When it comes to purchasing equipment for the hospital, it doesn't matter whose you buy from. Chuhe Group is a well-known enterprise in Pingjiang, and the quality of its products is trustworthy. Moreover, it's convenient to buy from nearby, and future maintenance will be easy. From now on, I will purchase all the medical equipment and medicines I need from Chuhe Medical. I will have to trouble you again then."

Despite being the client and offering money, they were being so polite, leaving Lin Chen speechless.

"Thanks, I owe Mr. Mo a favor."

Mo Junwu was overjoyed. Regardless of personal feelings, wouldn't this relationship be established naturally?

“Mr. Lin, you saved my father’s life, so it would be too formal to talk about favors. By the way, my father’s condition has greatly improved after taking the medicine you prescribed. He would like to invite you to a meal to express his gratitude. At the same time, I would also like to ask you to help my father with a follow-up examination. After all, he is getting old and has many health problems, and I, as his son, am quite worried about him.”

Lin Chen smiled and said, "Okay."

Mo Junwu smiled and said, "My dad has only two days' worth of medicine left. He'll finish it tomorrow. How about tomorrow night, Mr. Lin? Is that alright?"

"it is good!"

Mo Junwu said with delight, "Then I'll pick up Mr. Lin after get off work tomorrow."

Lin Chen hung up the phone and walked towards the parking lot. Just as he approached his car, the door of a black minivan nearby was opened, and seven or eight men got out and quickly surrounded Lin Chen, each carrying a machete and an iron bar.

Lin Chen stopped, casually took out a cigarette, pulled out a lighter, lit it with a snap, slowly took a deep drag, and then blew out a smoke ring.

"Who hired you?"

The young man standing by the car, holding a handheld DV camera, said coldly, "You've got guts. I heard you're pretty good at fighting, looks like it's true."

Lin Chen narrowed his eyes slightly: "So, it's Wu Jiajun."

He was new to the area and had only shown his skills a couple of days ago when he killed the wolf pack. Although he had injured Zhang Li, he had saved his life. Zhang Li shouldn't harbor such hatred towards him. That left only Wu Jiajun. The young man coldly replied, "I don't know who you're talking about. I only carry out the boss's orders."

Lin Chen flicked his cigarette ash: "I'll ask you who your boss is later. I'll ask you now what you want to do to me today—beat me up, cripple me, or just kill me?"

The young man said coldly, "You're quite perceptive. You guessed right, nothing can be omitted. Let's take it slow!"

Lin Chen chuckled: "They hate me to the bone. Killing me isn't enough to quell their hatred. They torture me first, making me wish I were dead, before finally killing me."

The young man raised his DV camera and started recording, shouting, "Go! Cripple him!"

The thugs rushed forward wielding knives and clubs. Lin Chen casually flicked the cigarette butt from his hand, which hit the man at the front of the charge directly in the face.

Caught off guard, the man slowed his movements and instinctively closed his eyes. When he opened them again, he found Lin Chen standing in front of him, holding the steel pipe in his hand and kicking him in the leg.

"Crack!"

Lin Chen's kick broke his leg bone, and the iron rod in his hand fell into Lin Chen's grasp.

With a weapon in hand, Lin Chen became like a tiger descending from the mountain, swinging an iron rod and whipping it mercilessly, causing screams of agony to erupt all around.

Lin Chen showed no mercy to these ruthless thugs. With each swing of his sword, someone would have their arm or leg broken. The machetes and iron bars they wielded could not even get close to Lin Chen.

The middle-aged man who had been standing next to the young man holding the DV camera and watching coldly suddenly drew the horizontal sword he was carrying, rushed forward, and instantly closed in on Lin Chen's back, slashing down with lightning speed.

Lin Chen didn't turn around, but as if he had eyes in the back of his head, he took a step to the side, and the blade flashed past him.

Lin Chen sneered: "Not going to stand there and show off anymore?"

The middle-aged man remained silent, brandishing his knife and slashing towards Lin Chen. His movements were swift as the wind, and the blade flashed like waves. Clearly, this man was a trained martial artist.

Lin Chen moved with graceful steps, easily dodging the blade's flash. Just as the middle-aged man's blade missed its mark, Lin Chen suddenly took a step to the side, closing in on the man and smashing an iron rod directly into the man's hand holding the knife.

A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out, and before the man could scream, Lin Chen swung his stick again, striking him directly on the head.

The middle-aged man collapsed to the ground without uttering a sound.

Lin Chen turned around, twirling the iron rod in his hand with a flourish, and stared at the young man holding the DV camera: "Aren't you going to show off your skills?"

(End of this chapter)