Ten meters to the left of this guard, there is another guard. To take that guard down, it must be done quickly and without making any noise.
Lin Chuan moved, swiftly reaching the back of the guard with extraordinary speed. Before the guard realized someone was behind him, Lin Chuan used his right hand to wrap around the guard's neck, swept his foot, and with a powerful twist of his right hand, cracked it with a sound. The guard didn't make a single sound before his neck was broken.
Gently laying down the guard's body, Lin Chuan quickly headed towards the left side guard.
That guard had a cigarette in his mouth, leisurely smoking.
Lin Chuan silently arrived behind him and tapped him on the shoulder.
The guard turned his head, saw Lin Chuan, whom he didn't recognize, and was just about to speak when Lin Chuan's right fist smashed into the back of his neck.
The guard did not even grunt before his body went limp and fell.
