At the "Nightfall Wanderer" bar, the celebratory atmosphere of the three was suddenly interrupted by a knock on the door. The voice from outside was orderly but carried a sense of urgency. Chen Yi stood up, his brow slightly furrowed, sensing something unusual. The bar had already put up the "Closed" sign, and all the lights had been turned off. Logically, there shouldn't be anyone knocking at this time. He walked cautiously and slowly towards the door, filled with vigilance and curiosity.
Lin Fan and Lin Wanqing also noticed this sudden anomaly. The two exchanged glances, their eyes flashing with a hint of doubt and concern. Lin Fan's eyes revealed a hint of vigilance, while Lin Wanqing lightly furrowed her brow, her gaze closely following Chen Yi's figure.
Chen Yi walked to the door, lightly placing his hand on the handle. He took a deep breath, preparing to handle any possible situation. Tilting his head slightly, he tried to peer through the crack in the door to see outside, but the darkness made it impossible to see anything. After hesitating for a moment, he ultimately decided to open the door, while being ready to respond to any unforeseen circumstances.
"Hello, may I help you with something?" Chen Yi's voice was firm and calm, his gaze fixed on the figure outside the door, ready to respond to any sudden developments.
The response outside the door was unexpectedly calm, but this calmness made Chen Yi and the people inside the bar, Lin Fan and Lin Wanqing, even more alert. On this quiet night, every movement and sound in the bar seemed particularly clear, and the heartbeats of the three seemed to grow louder at this moment.
As the mysterious figure outside the door gradually walked into the moonlit area, his silhouette became clearer. He was wearing a black coat and looked quite extraordinary. When he noticed that Chen Yi had opened the door, a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "You actually opened it." There was a hint of incredulity in his voice.
Chen Yi maintained a professional attitude despite feeling puzzled, politely inquiring, "Sir, may I help you with something? The bar is closed today." His voice carried a hint of doubt and caution.
The man slowly approached Chen Yi with a hint of mockery and disdain on his face, saying, "Well... this whole thing shouldn't concern you, but you just had to open the door for me." Before he could finish his sentence, he suddenly struck out, landing a heavy blow on Chen Yi, sending him flying into the interior of the bar.
With the fall of this punch, a group of thugs wielding sticks suddenly surged onto the street outside the door. Their movements were swift and fierce, and they rushed into the bar without hesitation, with an attitude of seeking revenge. Their appearance quickly shattered the tranquility of the bar, plunging the entire space into chaos and fear.
Lin Fan and Lin Wanqing heard the commotion and immediately stood up. Faced with this sudden attack, their expressions instantly became serious and vigilant. Lin Fan quickly moved to protect his daughter and the bar, while Lin Wanqing swiftly searched for something to use for self-defense.
Chen Yi struggled to stand up from the ground, his face showing shock and pain. His eyes flashed with confusion and anger, not understanding why this group of people suddenly attacked their bar. He gritted his teeth, trying to get up from the ground, preparing to confront these unwelcome guests. In this tense atmosphere, everyone was ready to face whatever might happen next.
As the leading man walked into the bar, he was closely surrounded by a group of henchmen, displaying his power and status. He approached Lin Fan and Lin Wanqing with firm and confident steps. After Lin Wanqing saw these people, her eyes seemed to recognize them, a hint of recognition flashed across her face, followed by a soft sigh.
The leader casually threw his black coat to the side, revealing a body full of tattoos that exuded threat and wildness, as if telling the story of his past and status. His eyes carried provocation and disdain: "'Night Visitor'... truly just a visitor, sneaking into my territory at night, assassinating my brother... Do you have no regard for me, Donghu?"
As he spoke, another group of henchmen pushed a man in a wheelchair out from the doorway. The man was connected to a breathing mask, appearing to be in critical condition, teetering on the edge of life and death. His appearance seemed to be for the purpose of proving something to Lin Fan and Lin Wanqing, or for some kind of retaliation.
In this tense standoff, Donghu's attitude appears extremely arrogant and confident. He stands in the center of the bar, surrounded by his henchmen, exuding a domineering posture. His voice is filled with threats and provocations, as if he already sees "Night Wanderer" as his prey. His gaze alternates between the person in the wheelchair and Lin Fan and Lin Wanqing, with clear taunting and provocation.
"It seems like you don't take me, Donghu, seriously!" Donghu roars, his voice echoing in the bar, filled with hostility and disdain. His posture is threatening, as if ready to launch an attack at any moment, yet he seems to be enjoying this sense of oppression, wanting to see the fear and submission of Lin Fan and Lin Wanqing.
However, in the face of the threat from Donghu, Lin Fan and Lin Wanqing appeared unusually calm, even indifferent. There was no expression of fear or tension on their faces, but rather a sense of anticipation of everything before them. Lin Fan had a steady gaze, with a slight upward curve at the corner of his mouth, seemingly unconcerned about Donghu's arrogance. Lin Wanqing maintained her usual composure, her eyes revealing a hint of disdain, as if she was not surprised by Donghu's words and actions.
In this atmosphere, Chen Yi slowly stood up, his gaze shifting back and forth between Donghu and the Lin family, feeling surprised and curious. He found it difficult to understand why Lin Fan and Lin Wanqing were so calm in the face of such a threat, while also considering how he should respond to this sudden crisis.
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