Asked you to write a book, not to confess your criminal record! - Chapter 147

Chapter 147: Chapter 133: The Old Street Factory District Should Disappear! (Please Subscribe)

In the rental room.

It was already one o’clock in the morning, the bright moonlight filtered through the square windows, casting a gentle glow on the small room, with a gentle breeze brushing against the window ledge.

The night was very deep, so deep that no sound from the outside world could be heard, and only a table lamp was on in the room, emitting a pale yellow light.

The Little Landlady, wearing the white shirt Lin Chuan had only worn once and a pair of short white sleep shorts, sat on the edge of Lin Chuan’s bed, her long white legs folded, tightly grasping Lin Chuan’s hand.

Lin Chuan, half-kneeling, stroked the Little Landlady’s face and whispered softly, “You should sleep now.”

The night was silent and deserted.

Zhang Xinxin, wrapping her arms around Lin Chuan’s waist and pressing against his chest, spoke with a vibrating voice, “I’m actually very scared.”

A tender string in Lin Chuan’s heart was lightly touched, unsettling him for a long time. He caressed the Little Landlady’s hair and then placed his palm against her face, gently rubbing it as he said, “You don’t need to be afraid anymore.”

The Little Landlady looked up at him with big eyes, saying nothing.

Lin Chuan bent down, lifted the Little Landlady horizontally, placed her in the middle of the bed, and tucked her in. Then his lips lightly kissed her forehead, “Goodnight.”

At this moment, the Little Landlady, like an obedient little cat, pursed her lips, nodded gently, and closed her eyes to sleep.

Lin Chuan brewed a cup of Maojian tea, took a sip to wake himself, and then set it down in front of the computer desk, his fingertips brushing over the old, worn keyboard.

Yes, he indeed had important things to do tonight.

If he was alone, then he would have been invincible, but now he had something to worry about.

Hence, he hoped what happened tonight would not occur a second time.

Or rather, he would not let it happen a second time.

This was the thing that concerned him even more than the Little Landlady tonight.

The dim, pale-yellow table lamp and the computer screen with its glow cast their lights on Lin Chuan’s face, as a hint of cold light flashed in his eyes.

A chilling killing intent bloomed like flowers at dawn, flourishing amidst the slaughter.

Lin Chuan began to type on the keyboard.

Tonight, the man in the blue T-shirt had confessed, having received orders from the Old Street Factory District to strike against Lin Chuan and Zhang Xinxin, to capture them alive and bring them back to the factory district.

Lin Chuan could fully understand what that meant.

Once captured by the factory district, it would mean hell, torture, terror, becoming toys for demons.

If it had been just Lin Chuan, he could have waited for them until tomorrow, but their target for action included one more person.

The Little Landlady.

This little rich woman was Lin Chuan’s landlord, financial supervisor, and angel investor.

Therefore, Lin Chuan would not wait until the sun rose before taking action!

His task was also very simple: to root out the masterminds behind the Old Street Factory District, and then…!

First step, hack into that blue T-shirt man’s phone.

For Lin Chuan, this was a piece of cake.

With the continuous typing, strings of letters became lines of code that appeared on the computer screen, scrolling down to reveal information from the blue T-shirt man’s phone.

Soon.

Key information which had been deleted from the blue T-shirt man’s phone was restored by Lin Chuan.

“New mission, three million.”

— “Who?”

“Here is their detailed information , they have opened an antique shop. You go there this afternoon with a few antiques for appraisal, and strike with another antique in the evening.”

— “Okay.”

“Find a few more brothers who are skilled and act together to ensure nothing goes wrong.”

— “A web novel writer; just a few brothers should take care of it.”

“You should know the consequences of failure.”

— “I understand.”

“After you succeed tonight, I have arranged for someone to meet you at the usual spot.”

— “Okay.”

“Don’t miss out on that little girl.”

— “No problem.”

Lin Chuan’s expression darkened, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

He turned his head to look at the Little Landlady who had already fallen asleep on the bed.

In the dim and cramped room.

The light from the table lamp and the computer screen cast a faint glow, allowing Lin Chuan to barely discern the Little Landlady’s form.

She lay on her side, her back slightly arched, curled up on the bed, hugging the thin blanket like a frightened little cat, vulnerable and helpless, pitifully sweet.

Suddenly!

The Little Landlady’s body jerked violently, as if having a nightmare, curling up even tighter.

Lin Chuan immediately ran over, gently patting her back.

In her sleep, the Little Landlady grasped Lin Chuan’s hand and pressed it against her face; after a while, her curled body began to relax.

Lin Chuan took a deep breath, covered her with the blanket, and sat back down in front of the computer.

At this moment.

As Lin Chuan again looked at the information displayed on the computer screen, his pupils constricted, a deep furrow formed between his eyebrows, his facial muscles taut, his lips pressed tightly, and in his heart, a surge of anger was instantly ignited.

Raging fiercely!

At this moment, Lin Chuan was more like a tiger targeting its prey, ready to strike a fatal blow at any moment.

“Old Street Factory District, it’s time for you to disappear!” Lin Chuan clenched his teeth and exhaled a barely audible whisper.

Tonight, Zhang Biao had made his stance very clear, promising to give him an explanation.

But Lin Chuan knew there was too much entanglement involved.

Behind the fraud factory district lay a complex web of interests, what they showed was only the tip of the iceberg, far from being resolved by conventional means.

Then, unconventional methods must be used, to ‘speed up the melting of the iceberg’!

Lin Chuan’s typing grew faster, skillfully hitting the old keyboard, the mouse rapidly moving across the desk, and multiple windows were displayed on the computer screen.