The Beauty CEO's Personal Expert
Chapter 378 - 374: Use the Enemy’s Own Tactics Against Them

Chapter 378: Chapter 374: Use the Enemy’s Own Tactics Against Them

"Miss Nanrong, we are all Ling Chen’s friends," Hu Fei explained. "Don’t you remember what happened before? You were captured and brought to this island, and we came with Ling Chen to rescue you."

"Ling Chen... Ling Chen..." Nanrong Wanqing murmured to herself, quickly realizing and urgently asked, "How is he... Is he alright?"

Hu Fei smiled and said, "Don’t worry, he is doing very well."

Nanrong Wanqing looked slightly relieved; she had been worried that something had happened to Ling Chen. Hearing Hu Fei’s words, the weight in her heart finally dropped. Thinking about her own overreaction just now, Nanrong Wanqing looked at Hu Fei with embarrassment and sincerely apologized, "I’m sorry, I thought... I thought you were the ones who captured me, so..."

Hu Fei generously waved his hand and said, "No worries."

Glancing at the people around her, Nanrong Wanqing asked, "Where is Ling Chen? Why isn’t he here?"

Kaelina looked at her wristwatch, slightly frowned, and said, "It’s been so long; he should have been back by now." Thinking for a moment, she pressed a button on her headset and called out, "Ling Chen, do you copy?"

After calling several times, there was still no response from Ling Chen in the headset, causing everyone’s expression to turn somewhat ugly.

"He couldn’t have..." Hu Fei started, initially wanting to suggest that something might have happened to Ling Chen, but seeing Nanrong Wanqing nearby, he immediately shut his mouth and swallowed what he was about to say. Others might not know the relationship between Ling Chen and Nanrong Wanqing, but he was well aware.

At that moment, inside the island’s dense foliage, Ling Chen was panting heavily, staring at Zhu Hong, his forehead sweaty and his complexion a bit pale. In contrast, Zhu Hong looked much better, still calm and composed, without a drop of sweat.

This guy... is too monstrous!

Ling Chen thought to himself. He was nearly out of energy, whereas Zhu Hong seemed unaffected and full of vigor.

"Already giving up so soon?" Zhu Hong looked at the breathless Ling Chen, sneered with disdain, and mocked, "Weren’t you very formidable before?"

Ling Chen pretended not to hear Zhu Hong’s sarcasm, mind racing as he silently pondered his strategy.

Unable to fight, unable to flee, unable to endure. After thinking it through, there seemed to be no way to deal with Zhu Hong, unless...

He didn’t know what came to mind, but his eyes suddenly brightened, the corners of his mouth slightly lifted, and a sharp glint appeared in his eyes.

At this point, risking it all wasn’t the worst idea.

With that thought, Ling Chen gritted his teeth, concentrated all his strength in his body into his legs. Then, he bent his knees, forcefully propelled himself forward, and like a cannonball shot towards Zhu Hong.

Watching Ling Chen charging towards him, Zhu Hong let out a cold laugh, showing no intention of dodging. In his eyes, Ling Chen was just a dying animal, not worthy of concern.

Seeing Zhu Hong lower his guard, Ling Chen secretly smirked, instantly sped up, pulled back his raised fist, and instead threw his arms around Zhu Hong, tightly hugging his body.

Caught off guard, Zhu Hong was slightly stunned; he expected Ling Chen to fight fiercely, but he didn’t anticipate Ling Chen to resort to such a childish, rogue tactic.

Seeing Ling Chen’s arms wrap around his waist, Zhu Hong coldly snorted, lifted his left leg abruptly, and slammed his knee harshly against Ling Chen’s abdomen. Seeing him still not letting go, Zhu Hong clenched his fists and from above his head forcefully swung down, hitting Ling Chen’s neck.

After taking two heavy blows, Ling Chen suddenly lost his strength, a stream of fresh blood spewed out, and his hands were finally freed by Zhu Hong. Seizing the moment, Zhu Hong delivered a flying kick, heavily striking Ling Chen’s chest, sending him flying to the ground.

Looking at Ling Chen spitting out blood and continuously coughing while clutching his chest, Zhu Hong looked down from above, his gaze slanting with disdain, "To resort to such inferior moves, you truly disgrace those who practice martial arts."

Ling Chen took a few deep breaths, barely stood up, half-crouched on the ground, and gasped with a chuckle: "Being inferior doesn’t mean it’s ineffective."

Hearing this, Zhu Hong’s pupils shrank, suddenly feeling a strong unease. Looking down, he saw that Ling Chen’s hand now held a portable syringe somehow.

"You..." Zhu Hong was shocked, hurriedly reaching for his own trouser pocket, only to find the syringe that was supposed to be there missing.

He had carried two syringes, having used one just now. At this moment, the other syringe was held in Ling Chen’s hand.

"Didn’t expect this, huh?" Ling Chen grinned broadly, "Didn’t you say you replicated my blood to enhance the effect of the enhancer? If I use it myself, the effect should be even better than yours, right?"

After saying this, under Zhu Hong’s shocked gaze, Ling Chen plunged the needle into his body, injecting all of the purple liquid inside the syringe into himself.

Seeing Ling Chen’s action, Zhu Hong’s face drastically changed, his composure and confidence gone. Not waiting for Ling Chen to get up, he hurriedly ran in the opposite direction. If the drug in Ling Chen’s body took effect, he would be the one getting thrashed soon; he dared not stay any longer.

However, Zhu Hong hadn’t gotten far when he heard a burst of footsteps coming from behind. Suddenly, a large hand reached from behind, resting on his shoulder. Turning his head, he saw Ling Chen standing behind him, smiling broadly and grinning, "Why run away? Weren’t you enjoying yourself just now?"

Zhu Hong’s pupils constricted, exclaiming, "Ling Chen, you..."

Before Zhu Hong could finish his words, Ling Chen quickly lifted his leg, kicking fiercely, knocking Zhu Hong down to the ground. Immediately, Ling Chen didn’t give Zhu Hong a chance to resist, pouncing over and straddling him, his fists swinging left and right, smashing fiercely on his handsome face.

After more than ten punches, Zhu Hong’s face turned into a swollen mess, his cheeks extremely swollen, blood streaming from the corners of his cracked mouth, utterly disheveled.

"Stop... stop..."

Zhu Hong raised his swollen arms, protecting his face, struggling to speak.

Ling Chen paused his punches, asking, "Do you have anything left to say? If you have any last words, spit them out."

"Let... let me go... I’ll let you all leave the island safely."

"Wow! How generous. But, we can leave without your help. Zhu Hong, you’ve opposed me time and again, you should’ve expected today’s outcome. Thinking you can piss me off and still live, you must be delusional." With that, Ling Chen ruthlessly delivered another punch, hitting Zhu Hong straight on the nose.

Immediately, blood gushed out like a fountain, streaming from Zhu Hong’s nostrils and instantly staining his face red.

Under the intense pain, Zhu Hong let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

"Don’t, let... let me go, please... don’t kill me... I’ll do whatever you want..."

Listening to Zhu Hong’s pleas, Ling Chen scoffed disdainfully, "You still dare to compete with me for a woman with your cowardice, not slaughtering you today would be an insult to my name!"