Mated at First Sight
Chapter 910 - 597: Grandpa Jing Shows No Mercy (Third Update)_2

Chapter 910: Chapter 597: Grandpa Jing Shows No Mercy (Third Update)_2

Just now, she felt heartache.

Watching Mu Lin, the man was on guard. However, when Jing Chen approached, he didn’t first pull Mu Lin into his embrace, but suddenly picked up the dagger that had fallen at Mu Lin’s feet and plunged it into the man’s wrist without hesitation. Instantly, a roar like that of a slaughtered pig echoed, and the person nearly fainted from the pain.

The blade tip went through the man’s wrist and into the ground, indicating how furious Jing Chen was and how heavy his hand was...

He had said that nobody could hurt his beloved treasure, not even an attempt or a threat.

The bystanders hardly had time to react, almost instinctively moving to the side. Nobody dared to interfere with their Boss anymore; the murderous intent emanating from Jing Chen was too frightening, making him seem like the incarnation of the Death God.

Letting go of the dagger, Jing Chen stood up slightly, his sharp gaze falling on the people in front of him, "Come on, all of you, attack." His words were icy cold, filled with killing intent, and left no room for disguise, pressuring the opponents so much they could hardly breathe.

Unfortunately, they had no other choice.

Sharing an awkward glance and gritting their teeth, they all understood that today might be their last, but they still had to try.

After all, there was only one opponent. Nothing to be afraid of.

Whoops, Mu Lin seemed to have been ignored again inadvertently.

Why couldn’t they include her as well? Was she not a person?

Feeling slight apprehension, yet the next second, the crowd, unafraid of death, charged at Jing Chen together, waving their weapons.

A minute later... watching the group of people who had fallen and couldn’t get up, curled up in pain, Mu Lin’s lips curved into a smirk. Her man was truly handsome!

Truth be told, Mu Lin had rarely seen Jing Chen engage in close combat, except... with herself.

But ever since they got together, he seemed to have stopped sparring with her. The last time was when she was in the new recruits’ division.

It seems like she needs to find an opportunity to have a good spar with her man next time.

Mu Lin felt that just by thinking about it, every cell in her body was awakening.

Having been pregnant and then after giving birth, almost a year had passed, and she genuinely felt her body rusting, only recently beginning her previous practice regime again.

Soon after dealing with those people, Jing Chen returned to Mu Lin’s side, pulled her into his arms, and checked her neck to see if she was hurt. Mu Lin shook her head slightly to indicate she was fine.

Actually, Mu Lin knew that many times, she really was being willful, yet he would still stand by her side with a smile.

There’s a saying, "You’re acting up, he’s laughing;" Mu Lin felt that sometimes, that’s exactly how it was between them.

Just then, a Military Jeep from the direction of the military base arrived, with Xigua and another comrade jumping out and striding towards them.

"Boss."

"Boss," they glanced at the people on the ground, then looked at Jing Chen and Mu Lin.

Jing Chen said, "Take these people and hand them over to Zhou Qi. Tell him to deal with them properly."

"Yes."

He paused for a moment, "Also, have him lead people this evening to take down their hideout. You two, follow and inform them of the details. In addition, bring back their leader. Remember, I want him alive." However, "Just don’t let him die." How they handle him is none of his concern, and beyond his control.

"Understood, Boss." As subordinates, just a look from Jing Chen was almost enough for them to grasp his orders; glancing casually at one person’s miserable state, they exchanged a look, thinking how pitiful! Tsk tsk tsk... It seems someone has indeed angered their Boss’s treasured sweetheart.

Zhou Qi received Jing Chen’s message, and that very evening, without any noise, he uprooted a small yet deeply entrenched gang. The next day when the news broke, it shocked countless people and made many in the criminal underworld dread for a long time, unable to understand why the Bureau suddenly took such action without any forewarning.

It also made them once again realized the difference between themselves and those in power.

No matter how numerous your subordinates or how far your influence reaches, sometimes you’re simply no match for a casual command from those above.

If they truly decide to take you down.

It seems they better keep a low profile for now, at least temporarily.

That evening, Xigua and his comrade brought back the gang’s leader to the military’s detention room.

"Where is this, what do you want to do?" Practically blindfolded and brought into the military base, this was a detention room for the exclusive use of the Special Forces, surrounded by walls on all sides except for a vent...

"Earth Wolf, no need to rush. Tomorrow, you’ll find out how exactly we want to ’accommodate’ you," said Xigua with a smirk, arms crossed. "I have to admit though, I admire your guts. A person we wouldn’t dare to mess with, and you chose to be the sacrificial lamb." Hehe, to think he dares call himself Earth Wolf, doesn’t he know ’Wolf’ is the symbol of the Special Forces?

Xigua scoffed coldly, "But just for that, I still have to commend you." He could give a few more praises, after all, given his Boss’s temperament, the guy’s fate... wasn’t looking good.

Even now... it was already bad.

For daring to mess with their sister-in-law.

He poked the injury on his shoulder, from light to heavy, "How does it feel to be a prisoner? I bet you haven’t experienced this before."

Earth Wolf snorted coldly, his expression changing slightly, "Do as you please with killing or flaying." From the moment he stepped in, he had already discarded his life; whether he dies sooner or later is inconsequential.

There was no difference.

Watching him, Xigua and his comrade exchanged a glance, chuckled, and said, "Rest well. We hope tomorrow you’ll still have the same spirit... and guts."

They were waiting with bated breath.