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

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 shirt Lin Chuan had only worn once and a pair of short sleep shorts, sat on the edge of Lin Chuan\'s bed, her long 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 silt and deserted.

Zhang Xinxin, wrapping her arms a Lin Chuan\'s waist and pressing against his chest, spoke with a vibrating voice, "I\'m actually very scared."

A tder string in Lin Chuan\'s heart was lightly touched, unsettling him for a long time. He caressed the Little Landlady\'s hair and th placed his palm against her face, gtly 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 bt down, lifted the Little Landlady horizontally, placed her in the middle of the bed, and tucked her in. Th his lips lightly kissed her forehead, "Goodnight."

At this momt, the Little Landlady, like an obedit little cat, pursed her lips, nodded gtly, and closed her eyes to sleep.

Lin Chuan brewed a cup of Maojian tea, took a sip to wake himself, and th 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, th he would have be invincible, but now he had something to worry about.

Hce, he hoped what happed tonight would not occur a second time.

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

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

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

A chilling killing intt 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 be 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 th...!

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 scre, scrolling down to reveal information from the blue T-shirt man\'s phone.

Soon.

Key information which had be 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 oped an antique shop. You go there this afternoon with a few antiques for appraisal, and strike with another antique in the eving."

— "Okay."

"Find a few more brothers who are skilled and act together to sure nothing goes wrong."

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

"You should know the consequces 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 darked, and a trace of coldness flashed in his eyes.

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

In the dim and cramped room.

The light from the table lamp and the computer scre 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 frighted little cat, vulnerable and helpless, pitifully sweet.

Suddly!

The Little Landlady\'s body jerked violtly, as if having a nightmare, curling up ev tighter.

Lin Chuan immediately ran over, gtly 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 momt.

As Lin Chuan again looked at the information displayed on the computer scre, his pupils constricted, a deep furrow formed betwe 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 momt, Lin Chuan was more like a tiger targeting its prey, ready to strike a fatal blow at any momt.

"Old Street Factory District, it\'s time for you to disappear!" Lin Chuan clched 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 tanglemt 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 convtional means.

Th, unconvtional 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 scre.