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Chapter 339 - 335 Jiang Hao is Injured

Chapter 339: Chapter 335 Jiang Hao is Injured

Ling Chen nodded and said, "Oh, then hurry up and go to sleep."

Su Lin agreed, but suddenly her nose twitched slightly, and a suspicious look appeared on her face.

"What did you do tonight?"

"I was drinking, with Nanrong Hao and the others. What’s wrong?"

"Why do you smell fragrant?" Su Lin spoke and gently pushed the door open to come in. "It wasn’t just drinking, was it? Did you go fooling around?"

"There’s no such thing. Is your nose congested?" Ling Chen waved his hand and laughed, "I just took a shower when I came back. Even the smell of alcohol isn’t strong anymore. Where did you get that from? People talk about their eyes being deceived, but did your nose go astray?"

"It’s your nose that went astray!" Su Lin glared at him and snorted, "My sense of smell has been very sensitive since I was little. I can detect even the slightest scent!"

"Impressive. It’s a shame not to become a police dog."

Su Lin raised her hand and pinched him, saying angrily, "Even if I became a police dog, I’d bite you first!"

"Come on, who’s afraid of who?"

Ling Chen looked disdainful, and Su Lin, infuriated, threw herself on him, wrapping around his neck and bit him.

Ling Chen hadn’t expected that she would really bite, and by the time he reacted, he felt pain in his neck.

"Lighter! That’s flesh!"

"Nonsense, I wouldn’t bite if it weren’t flesh!" Su Lin lightly nibbled, her words muffled in her mouth.

Ling Chen got anxious too, considering it was his neck. Although he wasn’t afraid of her biting to death, what if she left a mark—would he have to wrap a scarf around his neck tomorrow?

"Hurry up and get down. If not, be careful I enforce some immediate justice here!"

"You wouldn’t dare even if you had the guts!" Su Lin sneered, boldly contemptuous.

Ling Chen got fired up too, alright, you’re asking for it!

His big hand circled around, tightly holding Su Lin’s shoulders, and one hand gradually moved downward, finally resting on her perky back.

Su Lin shivered all over, feeling the intense warmth from his hand, her body going slightly soft, and she subconsciously loosened Ling Chen’s neck, just about to speak, when Ling Chen, fearing she’d bite again, bent his head down and sealed her lips!

Boom!

Su Lin’s mind went blank, feeling her lips burning and her body, like thousands of ants crawling over her, uncontrollably let out a low moan.

Possibly because of the training in the Prajnaparamita Sutra, Ling Chen felt an overwhelming desire, utterly incapable of stopping himself.

Su Lin tightly grasped Ling Chen’s shoulders, her nails nearly digging into his flesh in her tension, her whole body taut and her entire being feeling dizzy.

Ling Chen’s hand began to gently knead, waves of strange sensations flooded in, Su Lin let out uncontrollable sounds through her nose, her eyes already shut.

Ling Chen, empowered by alcohol, couldn’t bear it anymore and was thinking of how to handle the situation since Su Lin seemed to be on her period, when his phone rang inappropriately.

Su Lin was startled by the ringtone, instantly sobered up, turned red-faced, glared at Ling Chen, and fiercely stomped on his foot before running out like a scared rabbit.

Watching her retreating figure, Ling Chen gave a bitter smile and casually picked up the phone.

Jiang Hao was attacked!

Ling Chen dumbfoundedly put down the phone, feeling a bit of regret. He had always known that this path wouldn’t be calm, yet he had been negligent. He hadn’t expected someone would dare to make a move on them so soon. Who could it be?

Without further thought, he got dressed, opened the door, started the car, and rushed to the hospital, calling Jiang Yunkai on the way. As for Nanyun Hao, he thought it over but decided not to call him. It was time for him to gradually fade out.

The hospital’s emergency room was busy today, with six to seven bloodied people suddenly brought in the middle of the night; it wasn’t easy to relax.

By the time Ling Chen arrived at the hospital, the surgery was already done, thankfully everyone only had superficial skin injuries. There were many cuts, but none life-threatening.

Zhao Zhengxiong made the call, the only old slicker who now drinks with caution. He was slightly drunk, only about five or six points worth. Moreover, with good luck, he was halfway through the phone call trailing at the back, which allowed him to narrowly escape the attack.

Jiang Hao’s injuries were the most serious, with over a dozen knife cuts on his back that looked terrifying but weren’t much issue, just superficial wounds. The real concern was a stab in the lower back.

It was his fortune that the knife that stabbed into his waist didn’t get pulled out and, luckier still, it didn’t hit any organs. He narrowly escaped with his life.

Others were more or less chopped up and bloodied; it looked scary but there wasn’t much harm done. Lying in bed for ten to fifteen days should suffice for them to be up and about.

As for this attack being a fiasco, being drunk was naturally the biggest factor. It also reflected these young men’s ever-inflating confidence. Besides God, they thought they were next in line.

That was why they hadn’t suffered a significant loss before.

Ling Chen looked over everyone, and since no one had life-threatening injuries, it was a fortunate misfortune. Another relief was that the attackers clearly weren’t martial arts experts, probably just a bunch of street hoodlums; otherwise, these young men might have been crippled today.

People temporarily arranged to guard them were by their sides, and Ling Chen pulled Zhao Zhengxiong out to the stairwell for a smoke.

"What happened?"

"I’m not sure yet." Zhao Zhengxiong grimaced, genuinely confused. He had trailed a few hundred meters behind, busy on the phone. When he heard the commotion up front and caught up, he saw a group of people ferociously chopping at Jiang Hao and the others. Before he could even react, those dozens of people had vanished.

"Couldn’t tell who they were?" Ling Chen felt a bit frustrated. It was like a slap in the face. First-class Residence was celebrating lavishly, only to have a group come and decimate almost half of their people soon after. Embarrassing!

Zhao Zhengxiong’s expression turned even more sour: "Chen Brother, do you think I have electronic eyes, or that those people were wearing jerseys that marked them as Wei, Shu, or Wu? It was late at night and from a distance, even if there were familiar faces, I couldn’t tell who they were!"

Ling Chen nodded, understanding that his question was a bit far-fetched, and patted his shoulder, "First, ensure their safety at the hospital, and don’t let anyone find them here for another attack."

Zhao Zhengxiong nodded in agreement, thinking about his brothers who, just a few hours ago, were boisterously drinking and now, ended up wrapped up like mummies — the feeling in his heart was indeed complicated.

As they talked, a series of hurried footsteps approached. Ling Chen curiously turned his head and saw a round face with a hint of youthful naivety appear before him.

"You’re not allowed to smoke here."

Ling Chen uttered an "Oh," quickly threw away the cigarette in his hand, apologized, and only then did the young nurse give him a sharp look and walked back.

At that moment, Jiang Yunkai, who had received the news, also arrived. After drinking, he had left alone, while Ling Chen and Nanrong Hao went home together. They were the only three not present at the scene. If they had been there, perhaps nothing would have happened.