<h4>Chapter 202: Chapter 198 Death Live Stream</h4><h4></h4>


    More than ten minutes passed, Ling Chen sat quietly in his chair, staring at Zhang Xueli in front of him, constantly pondering his options.


    But to his dismay, he rejected every n he could think of. In this room, no less than six men in suits were watching him, and his hands and feet were bound by iron chains. Even with extraordinary abilities, he was powerless. At this moment, he could only pray silently, hoping that Pang Jiulin would realize the danger in time and lead his team members to retreat.


    Just then, the door of the room was opened and a young man covered in bruises, with a swollen nose and face, was brought in by two men in suits.


    Seeing the neer, Ling Chen immediately recognized his identity: it was Yang Tao, the target of this rescue mission.


    Feeling his gaze, Yang Tao weakly lifted his head, a bitter smile on his lips: "Why is it you?"


    Ling Chen shrugged his shoulders, jokingly said: "I wish it weren’t me. s, what can I do, I’m too sentimental, couldn’t bear to see you suffer, so I joined in on the suffering with you. How about it, I’m a good brother, right?"


    "Enough, shut up," Zhang Xueli ordered coldly.


    Once she had spoken, a man in a suit came in carrying a television set and then ced it in front of Ling Chen and Yang Tao.


    Ling Chen, perplexed, asked, "What’s this for?"


    Laughing, Yang Tao took over the conversation: "I guess they’re worried we’d be bored to death, so they’re giving us something to relieve the boredom."


    "Laugh all you want now, I’m afraid you won’t be able toter," said Zhang Xueli, and with a meaningful nce at her subordinate.


    Thetter understood and immediately turned on the television. Suddenly, the television screen showed more than a dozen different images. Ling Chen nced at them and his brows immediately furrowed; the smile on his face slowly fading.


    They were the live surveince feeds from the factory. What are these people up to?


    Zhang Xueli nced at the time and sneered, "Keep your eyes wide open, the main character is about to make their entrance."


    "We’re in already. Where are you?"


    At that moment, Pang Jiulin’s voice came through the wireless earpiece. Simultaneously, on the surveince screens, a group of five people quietly infiltrated.


    At this moment, the expressions on both Ling Chen and Yang Tao’s faces changed drastically. Ling Chen finally understood why Zhang Xueli wanted them to watch the surveince; the enemy wanted them to witness their teammates being killed with their own eyes.


    Seeing the drastic change in the expressions of Ling Chen and hispanion, Zhang Xueli nodded in satisfaction and instructed, "Notify them, they can move."


    "Understood."


    At this moment, on the factory’s first floor.


    Pang Jiulin, wearing night-vision goggles and tightly gripping a dagger, bent his waist and slowly advanced along the pitch-dark corridor, hugging the wall. Not far out, he called for Ling Chen again through the earpiece but still received no response.


    Tang Yuan frowned and said, "Instructor, isn’t it too quiet here, with not a soul around?"


    "Could something have happened to Ling Chen? Why is there no word from him after so long?" Lao Bei was somewhat worried.


    Pang Jiulin pondered for a moment and said, "Let’s still be cautious; Lao Bei, Axe, you two split up and check the surroundings. Xiong, Old Tang, you two are responsible for covering the rear."


    "Understood!"


    As soon as the words were spoken, the five men were ready to move, when a blinding bright light suddenly shone down from above, casting its glow on them.


    This sudden change took all five men by surprise. Pang Jiulin was the quickest to react, maintaining hisposure amidst the panic, he swiftly removed his night vision goggles, and said in a deep voice, "Find cover!"


    However, as the lights fully turned on, the factory illuminated bright and clear, leaving absolutely nowhere to hide. Following that, from the various rooms along the corridor, a tall and muscr man stepped out from each, totalling five men.


    These men were exceptionally tall, each around one meter ny in height, their bodies bulging with muscles and veins, making it likely that only someone with Xiong’s towering build could match them.


    "Spread out!" Pang Jiulin made a prompt decision, issuing themand, "Break through on your own."


    Tang Yuan nodded, gripping the dagger in his hand firmly, his gaze fixed on the muscr man approaching him, and took a deep breath.


    Ah!


    With a loud shout, he raised the dagger high, darting forward quickly, and fiercely charged to eliminate the enemy before him.


    As Tang Yuan rapidly closed the distance, the muscr man remained expressionless, neither dodging nor evading. When the sharp dagger fell, Tang Yuan’s face changed drastically. He was stunned to find that the muscr man’s body was as hard as iron, the dagger unable to prate after being mped tightly by his muscles.


    Startled, he hurriedly warned, "Be careful, these people have all taken enhancement drugs."


    Just as he finished speaking, Lao Bei and the man with an axe were sent flying by the enemy’s punches, crashing heavily onto the ground, clutching their chests, faces contorted in pain.


    Among the five, Pang Jiulin’s skill goes without saying; being able to join Lonely Wolf was proof enough of his prowess. In the Ghost Organization, Tang Yuan was second only to Ling Chen, and could barely protect himself against the muscr man’s onught. Surprisingly, it was Xiong who unexpectedly evenly matched the enemy.


    It was no wonder, as Xiong was a power-basedbatant. His natural talentsbined with training made his physical fitness perhaps even superior to Ling Chen’s.


    The only ones at a disadvantage were Lao Bei and the axe-wielding man, both elite soldiers selected from the military, skilled with firearms and marksmanship. However, theirbat skills were not on par with those of Tang Yuan and others. After all, not everyone was like Ling Chen, a master of both martial arts and marksmanship.


    In the third-floor room of the factory, Ling Chen and Yang Tao watched the surveince footage with furrowed brows, tightly knit into a line.


    Seeing the muscr men’s appearance, Ling Chen knew things were going to be bad. Zhang Xueli had clearly set a trap, luring them into the urn. It was likely that Pang Jiulin and his group had little chance of breaking out and escaping.


    Zhang Xueli, standing next to them with arms crossed, watched thebat on the monitor with interest and smiled, "What do you think, how long can theyst?"


    Ling Chen’s face was as still as water, he remained silent, continuously attempting to snap the chains on his wrists. But the chains were too thick, and his strength alone was not enough to break free.


    "Not good!"


    Just then, Yang Tao suddenly yelled out.


    Ling Chen looked intently, his face stiffening sharply. In the surveince footage, the man with the axe had his left leg grabbed by a muscr man who forcefully twisted it, instantly breaking the knee. Although there was no sound, the twisted expression on the axe man’s face revealed the excruciating pain he must be enduring.


    With his left leg disabled, the axe man’s movements immediately slowed down.


    "Axe, be careful!"


    Seeing that the situation was dire, Tang Yuan wanted to aid him, but the muscr man before him pressed in step by step, leaving him no chance to look out for others.


    The immobilized axe-wielder didn’t have a chance to escape far before he was once again apprehended by the adversary. The man wrapped both hands around the axe-wielder’s head, mping down tightly, then with a sudden twist of his hands, a ’crack’ sounded. The axe-wielder’s head slumped down limply, and he fell to the ground, dead.