How come I'm invincible?

Chapter 14, Twelve Breaths, Eight People Lie Down
Bathed in moonlight, Lin Fan stepped on the blue bricks, which gradually softened as they became solid, realizing that he had arrived at the shantytown where he lived.

The bustling city center is a place everyone yearns for.

But the reality is that very few people can actually live there.

He lived in an area inhabited by ordinary people, where there were no activities to cultivate one's character; all that mattered was finding a way to fill one's stomach as soon as one opened one's eyes.

Just as I was about to get home, I ran into two familiar figures from behind.

"Chief Song," Lin Fan said.

The two men, who seemed to be on a case, stopped and turned back in confusion. Using the moonlight to see the face clearly, Song Qing, whose expression was serious, showed surprise before smiling:
"Brother Lin, what are you doing here?"

Lin Fan walked up to them and pointed to the house next door, "My home is right here. Where are you going?"

Song Qing said, "We received information that the suspect in the series of thefts that occurred recently is here, and we are preparing to arrest him and bring him back."

Hear this.

Lin Fan glanced at the sky, then at Song Bantou, who still only had the two of them.

No.

The governor's office is completely deserted.

Why are they always the two of them?

"Squad Leader Song, I'm quite familiar with this area. Why don't I go with you? You know my skills; if anything goes wrong, I can lend a hand." Lin Fan volunteered and actively participated.

He remembered what his sister had said: that Song Ban Tou was being ostracized in the Zhi'an Prefecture.

"Alright, then I'll have to trouble you," said Chief Song, clasping his hands in a fist salute.

"You're too kind, Chief Song."

Lin Fan wanted to join the Security Bureau and interact more with the people there; there would be no harm, only benefits.

Song Bantou and Yang Ming knew about the Cuijing Tower incident. They had thought they had overestimated Lin Fan, but they had underestimated him. Although they hadn't witnessed it firsthand, they could still imagine how dangerous the situation must have been.

One person beat up eighteen top-tier fighters from the Fierce Tiger Gang?

That's absolutely amazing.

They knew how formidable the top-tier fighters were; they were the best fighters, and an ordinary top-tier fighter could easily take on three or four people.

Soon, Lin Fan and the others arrived at the place where the suspect was staying.

Yang seemed much more relaxed, probably because Lin Fan was by his side.

This change was noticed by Song Bantou. When his apprentice came with him, he seemed normal, but he knew his apprentice was very nervous and kept asking him, "Master, should we call more people?"

It was clearly the murderer from a while ago that caused him some psychological trauma.

Sigh.

You still need to practice.

At this time, they were in a very remote location, and the suspect was in a dilapidated temple with a fire burning inside, which made the temple very bright, indicating that there was someone inside.

"Brother Lin, you wait for us outside. I'll go in with him. If the suspect tries to escape, I hope you can stop him." Song Qing was very confident about this trip.

I don't think it's a big problem.

They weren't arresting vicious criminals, just thieves.

"it is good."

Lin Fan nodded.

Song Qing nodded to his apprentice, then walked towards the dilapidated temple.

Lin Fan looked around from outside. The security in Yong'an City was not good, but it was not bad either. For the people, such an environment was enough to live in, but that was all there was to it.

There are dog-beating sticks used by beggars on the ground.

He picked it up, held it in his hand, and waved it around haphazardly. That's how people are when they're idle; they either pick at the wall or pick up whatever's around them and play with it.

Of course, there are also many people who pick their noses.

Sudden.

Bang.

The door to the dilapidated temple was pushed open.

Two disheveled figures scrambled and rolled out of the room.

"Brother Lin, run, run fast!" Song Qing shouted.

Lin Fan looked up and saw Song Qing and Yang Ming looking terrified. Immediately afterward, several figures came out wielding knives. They were all fierce and menacing, their killing intent boiling over, clearly intending to leave Song Qing and Yang Ming here.

Are thieves really that fierce?
Just then, footsteps could be heard coming from the shadows around them.

Can't run anymore.

Then several more villains wielding knives emerged from the darkness and blocked their escape route.

Song Qing held the knife horizontally in front of his chest, stepped back to Lin Fan's side, and warned, "You're incredibly audacious to even kill members of the Public Security Bureau when they're handling cases?"

Yang Ming swallowed hard, his hand holding the knife trembling. He had never experienced anything like this before, not even when he followed his master on cases.

"Hahaha, the magistrate's office? We'll kill you." The leader of the thugs looked at Song Qing greedily, his eyes revealing an intent that seemed to regard him not as a person, but as a walking piece of silver. "Chief Song, these people came prepared and have been waiting for you all along," Lin Fan said.

thief?
Whose house has such a fierce thief?

This was a scheme to lower Song Qing's guard by catching the thief, thus luring him over.

At this moment, Song Qing understood perfectly well that the other party was deliberately luring him into a trap. He said softly, "Brother Lin, you take my apprentice and leave later. I'll cover for you."

Lin Fan patted Song Qing's shoulder lightly, "Squad Leader Song, I'm pretty good at fighting."

"I know you can fight, but they have knives."

"My ability to fight and the fact that the other person has a knife are not the same thing."

To Lin Fan, fighting hand-to-hand or with a knife-wielding thug is the same.

Lin Fan looked at the group of villains and counted them. There were eight of them in total, all of them looking menacing. They were clearly not simple villains and were very likely to be veterans who had committed murder.

He stepped forward and said, "You know we are from the Public Security Bureau, yet you still dare to carry knives. Tell me, who sent you?"

"If you take someone's money, you're obligated to solve their problems. Go ask them yourself when you get down there."

"Brothers, kill them!"

The night was dark and the dilapidated temple was cold. Eight men charged in menacingly, their blades reflecting the waning moon, their cold light fragmented. Their steps were chaotic, they swung their blades haphazardly, and they cursed as they tried to intimidate others.

None of them thought it would be difficult to kill the three people in front of them.

There were a total of eight of them.

Even if you just hack and slash randomly, you can still chop them into mincemeat.

The first thug to rush forward raised his knife with a ferocious expression.

"Die to me."

Snapped!
Before the knife could fall, a staff flashed like lightning. Lin Fan struck the opponent's wrist bone with the staff, shattering it instantly. The knife flew out of his hand, spinning and embedding itself in the soil beside him.

The thug didn't even have time to scream.

Lin Fan's eyes sharpened, and with a flick of his wrist, the tip of the stick struck the opponent's throat. With a crisp crack, the Adam's apple caved in and shattered, and after a few thuds, the opponent collapsed to the ground.

Two thugs came charging from the left and right, brandishing knives.

Lin Fan ducked and swung his staff horizontally with astonishing force, striking his opponent's ankle with a crack and a snap. The opponent tumbled through the air and crashed to the ground.

As the blade approached from behind, Lin Fan didn't even look. He swung his staff backhand at the opponent's abdomen, and as the opponent bent over to vomit, he grabbed his collar and pulled him forward to block the blade coming at him.

*Pfft! Pfft! Pfft! Pfft!*
"Ah, it's me, it's me, who are you trying to kill?"

Lin Fan kicked the villain who was blocking the knife in front of them, startling them into a panic. Just as the villains regained their footing, they heard the whistling sound of the stick.

Looking up, his pupils dilated and his mouth opened slightly.

boom!boom!boom!boom!
One blow to four heads, every single blow hits.

Click!

It wasn't that their heads were shattered, but rather that the stick in his hand, under such intense force, was finally pushed to its limit and broke.

One person remains.

Lin Fan turned around and looked at the only villain who was standing there, stunned.

Bang!

The other person's mouth opened slightly, the knife in their hand fell to the ground, and they were stunned.

"Ah... Help!"

The villain, realizing what was happening, turned and ran.

Monster, monster.

Lin Fan smiled, exerted force with his arm, and threw the broken stick, tearing through the air. With a bang, it hit the back of the opponent's head, and the opponent fell to the ground and couldn't get up.

After twelve breaths, eight people lay down.

Life and death are unpredictable.

Lin Fan clapped his hands, as if he had done something very ordinary.

"Don't be nervous, it's alright."

Song Qing: ...

Yang Ming: ...

They stared in astonishment at the scene before them, their minds reeling from the shock. Had they not witnessed it with their own eyes, they would never have imagined that anyone could be so powerful.

Eight people.

But they were all villains wielding knives.

Just like that, it's gone?
　Godfathers, let's count the votes!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)