"Soldiers against soldiers, generals against generals."
Wang Zhefei's gaze was glacial. His eyes were bloodshot, and his face was a mask of ferocity.
He understood the situation perfectly.
As long as Lin Chu was still free, there was always a way to handle things, no matter what happened.
But if Lin Chu went down, they would have absolutely no chance of winning.
"Haha, that's actually a great idea. But I'm not taking it."
"Come on, let's go back inside."
Lin Chu clapped him on the shoulder. Then, with an arm around each of his companions, he headed for the villa.
He went in.
Lin Chu locked the iron gate and walked toward the main house.
"Wipe the blood off your face!"
Wang Zhefei pulled out a pack of tissues.
Lin Chu glanced at him with a smile, took the tissues, but shook his head. "I'm not wiping it off. To be honest, that felt pretty damn good. It's a good thing I trained with the Russians before. Maybe it was all to prepare for this very day."
