<h4>Chapter 283: Chapter 279: Major Disturbance at the Jiang Family 6</h4><h4></h4>


    The icy disdainful words reached Ling Chen’s ears. He slowly lifted his head, looking at Jiang Hanlin who stood tall and proud across from him, a faint smile lifting the corners of his mouth, revealing teeth stained red with blood—feral, horrifying, like a wild beast that had just awakened.


    Jiang Hanlin turned his back, unwilling to nce at Ling Chen again, his tone indifferent: "Hand him over to you. He’s not worthy of dying by my hand."


    Hearing this, Jiang Han immediately leaped forward, eyes alight with bloodthirsty excitement, and chuckled coldly: "Dad, let me do it. I’ve long wanted to ughter this guy myself." As he spoke, he extended his hand and someone immediately handed him a sharp dagger.


    Seeing Jiang Han approach step by step, Nanrong Wanqing bit her silver teeth and immediately rushed forward, arms wide open, blocking Jiang Han.


    "You’re not allowed to touch him."


    "Cousin, you’d better step aside; I don’t want to hurt you."


    Nanrong Wanqing shook her head, her gaze resolute.


    "Wanqing, move. He can’t kill me yet."


    Ling Chen’s weak voice came through, and Nanrong Wanqing couldn’t help but look back. She saw him leaning on the wall with one hand, struggling to stand up. However, his trembling legs didn’t even have the strength to remain steady. After a great effort to stand halfway, he immediately copsed back to the ground.


    Seeing his struggle, her lips lightly pursed with a hint of reproach in her beautiful eyes—as if to say, still trying to act tough in this state.


    Turning her gaze away, Nanrong Wanqing faced Jiang Han and said, "Let him go. I’ll stay behind."


    "It’s toote!" Jiang Han, impatient, reached out to push Nanrong Wanqing to the side. Seeing his handing, without thinking, Nanrong Wanqing pushed back immediately, making ast-ditch effort.


    But then, an astonishing scene unfolded. During their shoving match, Jiang Han couldn’t withstand Nanrong Wanqing’s strength and was directly pushed several meters away, then fell backward,nding on the ground with a thud.


    At this, everyone present was stunned; their looks towards Jiang Han were filled with mockery, derision, and helplessness.


    His father, Jiang Hanlin, possessed great strength,manding respect from warriors far and wide, yet his son was so useless he couldn’t even handle a woman who was weak as a chicken, and to make matters worse, was pushed to the ground—a total embarrassment.


    Among all the people present, probably only Ling Chen knew the truth. He too had seen what happened just now, and without a doubt, it must have been the function of the exoskeleton armor. The exoskeleton armor Nanrong Wanqing wore had been specially modified to reducebat ability to prevent idental harm when she used it. Even so, this suit of exoskeleton armor was not something ordinary people could contend with, especially not Jiang Han, who was just an average man.


    If he had known this would happen, he should have borrowed a few standard versions of the exoskeleton armor from the General. With that high-tech assistance, he wouldn’t have lost so miserably.


    As these thoughts shed through his mind, Jiang Han had already stood up from the ground. Feeling the mocking gazes of the crowd, Jiang Han’s cheeks were burning with shame and difort. Having been pushed to the ground by a woman was too humiliating; how could he ever hold his head up in the Jiang Family again?


    Thinking this, rage surged within him, drowning out his rationality. He roared and raised the dagger in his hand to stab at Nanrong Wanqing.


    "Stop!"


    "Stop!"


    Two voices rang out at once, one was Jiang Kun’s, and the other was naturally Ling Chen’s.


    However, Jiang Han, consumed by rage, seemed not to hear the reprimands from both men, and his speed did not decrease as he lunged at Nanrong Wanqing.


    The cold light flickered, rmingly conspicuous in the dark night. Nanrong Wanqing almost instinctively raised her arms, her beautiful eyes tightly closed, not daring to look.


    A second went by.


    Nanrong Wanqing found herself unharmed, but beside her came a heavy breathing sound. She turned her gaze in surprise and saw that Ling Chen had appeared behind her at some moment, his eyes blood-red, one hand tightly grasping Jiang Han’s wrist, gasping for breath.


    "I told you to stop, didn’t you hear?" Ling Chen’s voice was low, heaving for breath like a bull, as if he had used up all his strength.


    "You..."


    Jiang Han stared at him in shock and rage, about to speak, but at that moment, Ling Chen’s hand suddenly exerted force, viciously twisting the wrist he was holding, and the dagger gripped in Jiang Han’s hand immediately switched direction, shing towards his own throat.


    Seeing the uncontroble dagger closing in on a vital point, Jiang Han’s face turned deathly pale. No longer caring about being ridiculed, he urgently called for help: "Dad, save me!"


    Swoosh!


    As soon as the words were uttered, a cold star shot through the air, urately striking the dagger, which immediately flew out of his hand.


    Following that, the cold star surged forward, from top to bottom, lightly flicking, and drew a long sh across Ling Chen’s chest, spattering blood, staining his shirt red.


    Gazing at the wound on his chest, Ling Chen’s expression was stern, as if he felt no pain, and he strode towards Jiang Hanlin, his steps firm, his sharp eyes showing no sign of flinching.


    "How reckless!"


    Hearing Jiang Hanlin’s cold mockery, Ling Chen grinned, lightly saying, "Not necessarily." Having said that, he lifted his arm and swallowed the bottle of blue liquid he held tight in his palm.


    Earlier, when he was holding hands with Nanrong Wanqing, he had taken the opportunity to unlock Mr. Yun’s metal box with her fingerprint, inside which was hidden a bottle of blue liquid. He wasn’t sure what effects it would have, so he dared not consume it lightly.


    At this moment, he had no other choice.


    ...


    In Yangcheng, in the presidential suite of a five-star hotel.


    A middle-aged man with aposed demeanor sat on the leather sofa, holding a cup of freshly brewed fragrant tea in his hand.


    In one corner of the room were severalputers and devices, with five suit-d employees seated in front of theputers, quietly watching the screens, seemingly waiting for something.


    Suddenly, an external device connected to aptop lit up with an indicator.


    Instantly, everyone sprang into action, rapidly typing on the keyboards, their eyes fixed on the leaping numbers on the screens, their expressions tense. At the same time, a young man walked over to the middle-aged man and said with a slight bow, "Boss, it’s started."


    Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man immediately stood up and walked behind the row of working staff.


    "The test subject has sessfully ingested the drug, the nanochip is activated."


    "Drug integration level 80 percent... 90 percent... 92 percent... 95 percent..."


    As the percentage numbers climbed higher and higher, the brightness in the middle-aged man’s eyes grew more intense.


    "Integration level 99 percent!"


    Once the number was confirmed, the middle-aged man couldn’t help but clench his fist, a hint of a triumphant smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.


    "How are the test subject’s vital signs?" he asked.


    "Body temperature increased by 100 percent, heart rate increased by 60 percent... The test subject is currently normal, vital signs stable."