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At this moment, the office was an arena drawn for battle.

Lin Chuan was already clutching a dagger in his hand.

His gaze swept over the "battlefield" again: a tea table in front of him held Keke's freshly brewed hot tea.

Six burly men stood just in front of the tea table to the right, wielding extendable batons.

They snapped their wrists quickly, and two segments of the baton shot out from the casing, about forty centimeters long.

Lin Chuan recognized this weapon and knew it well.

It was an ASP baton, convenient to use, made in the USA from high-quality aerospace steel and alloy materials, making it extremely durable.

In the world of tactical batons, ASP has always been the authority, known as the "indestructible, zero-failure rate" tactical baton.

It was evident.

Keke had not anticipated the events that unfolded tonight, otherwise, the weapons prepared by these six burly men would not have been blunt instruments like batons but sharp weapons instead.

However, Lin Chuan did not underestimate the ASP baton even though it was a blunt weapon.

Because there were many of them!

As for directly in front of the tea table, Keke had just pulled out a 'Glock 17 pistol', which, for Lin Chuan, was not a deadly threat.

Within seven steps, is a gun faster, or is a knife?

There's a saying, "There are no useless heroes, only incompetent summoners."

Therefore, whether a gun is faster or a knife, it depends on the wielder!

At this time, with six burly men around, once Keke fired, there was a risk of hitting their own team.

This situation was advantageous for Lin Chuan.

These six burly men were his meat shields!

Of course, he had been wearing a bulletproof vest all along for an extra layer of protection and security.

Thump!

Keke inserted the magazine, a subtle sound that seemed insignificant amidst the blaring alarms, but in Lin Chuan's ears, it was like the signal to commence battle.

The Glock 17 pistol doesn't need the safety to be disengaged.

Next, Keke's move would be to chamber a round and then start firing.

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His brow furrowed, and immediately, he quickly grabbed the steaming teapot and hurled it towards Keke's direction with force.

This was the 'Jackie Chan' style of fighting!

It may seem rudimentary, but the effectiveness of this method couldn't be denied.

Bang!

The teapot hit its mark precisely at Keke's location, spilling a lot of boiling water in the air; Keke had to turn her body aside to dodge the incoming teapot.

Otherwise, the scalding water, if it had hit her, could have reduced her combat capability by eighty percent in an instant!

Thump, thump!

As she rapidly chambered a round and raised her gun again, she found Lin Chuan had already charged toward the six burly men.

Keke couldn't shoot immediately and fell into the rhythm of Lin Chuan.

One step behind, and you are behind in all!

Lin Chuan's speed was extremely fast, his right hand firmly gripping the dagger as he leapt over the tea table with a lunge step, closing in on one of the big men—then, with a swift rotation of the knife from regular to reverse grip, he feigned a stab toward the man.

This burly man had not anticipated Lin Chuan's speed and was startled by the sudden thrust of the dagger, leaning back instinctively.

In so doing, he exposed his lower body!

Lin Chuan quickly changed grip again, from reverse to regular, and made a downward slash.

Hisss!

In an instant, the big man's right thigh was sliced open, with blood quickly seeping out, staining his pants red.

Just in their initial clash, these few burly men were already frowning deeply.

Clearly.

Lin Chuan was a master of the dagger!

Whether one knows how to use a knife can be discerned from the way one holds it.

Gripping a knife generally involves either a forward or reverse grip.

The reverse grip, with the blade pointing upwards, is known internationally as the hammer grip.

Most ordinary people hold a knife in reverse grip, such as when using a kitchen knife to chop vegetables at home.

The forward grip, with the blade pointing downwards, is also called the ice pick grip.

If an average person encounters someone on the street coming at them with a knife in a forward grip, don't even think about squaring off; run away immediately!

Such assailants are likely skilled in using a knife.

Both forward and reverse grips have their advantages and disadvantages.

But with the forward grip positioning the blade downward, the opponent can only see the handle and the fist, not the blade's edge, making it extremely covert, and often capable of delivering an unexpectedly lethal strike.

"Fuck, fuck!"

The burly man who had his thigh slashed cursed in English.

He meant 'Quick, take down Lin Chuan'!

At this point.

The five burly men, amidst Lin Chuan's agile maneuvers, became his meat shields, blocking Keke at the office desk as well as the gun!

Five burly men clenched their batons and struck fiercely at Lin Chuan.

Lin Chuan's expression turned sharp.

It's hard to fight against many with just two hands; in a one-against-many battle, the last thing you want is to face multiple attacks simultaneously!

Because, no matter what, a single person is at a disadvantage in terms of strength and defense.

So Lin Chuan swiftly turned, dodging the attacks of the front four, gripping the dagger in a forward grip, he lifted his hand to parry with the knife against the ASP baton.

This definitely wasn't a situation to block with one's arm.

If hit by a baton, the arm might shatter!

While parrying and dissipating the force, Lin Chuan stabilized his stance and surged forward in another lunge, sweeping with the dagger and forcing the big man to continuously back away.

At that moment, another big man closest to him attacked.

A baton swung down towards Lin Chuan's back.

With the baton's speed, a whooshing sound filled Lin Chuan's ears; he rolled swiftly, avoiding the blow aimed at his back, and at the same time, his dagger's edge, using the ice pick grip technique, struck at the big man who had kept retreating.