a month to write a poem:A little drink to delight the heart and a carefree mind, accompanied by gentle breeze and bright moon.In intoxication, there is the true world; why seek it in the mundaneAt tha..."Heh heh, can you run away"

Wang Lin cautiously sized up the person in the shadow, taking slow steps backward and preparing to flee at any moment.

"Don't struggle anymore, you have no way out today!"

The other party slowly walked towards Wang Lin. At this time, the remaining masked men behind Wang Lin also followed up and quickly surrounded him.

Wang Lin saw it, but he didn't dare to act rashly. The person in front of him gave him immense pressure, as if he would be attacked the moment he moved slightly.

A bead of cold sweat slid down Wang Lin's cheek. His eyes flickered, his mind racing, desperately trying to find a way out of this predicament.

"My physical strength is about to run out, I should try my best to avoid confrontation with the people ahead. I can only look for an opening from the masked people behind."

Having made up his mind, he no longer hesitated. To prevent the figure ahead from suddenly attacking him, he did not turn around but darted to the side, his peripheral vision continuously focusing on the person in the shadows.

At this time, in front of him, there were two masked men. He dodged their daggers and, taking advantage of the length of his steel rod, slashed at one man's neck.

That man had already understood Wang Lin's attack pattern. He directly raised one arm in front of his neck, and when it was struck, he let out a muffled groan as blood flowed continuously from his arm. However, he had also dodged Wang Lin's fatal blow.

Wang Lin seemed to have anticipated this person's choice. His body rotated smoothly, and the other hand he had somehow already grabbed the scissors, stabbing directly into the side of the person's neck and then quickly withdrawing them.

Everything happened in a flash. The person in the shadow didn't react, nor did the person who was stabbed.

He only felt a sudden chill down his neck, followed by a warm liquid flowing onto him. He reached out and touched it, seeing his hand full of blood. His pupils shrank suddenly, then he hurriedly covered the wound and backed away constantly.

When retreating, his legs went weak and he collapsed straight onto the ground, only the sound of him coughing up blood coming from his mouth.

At this moment, Wang Lin had already flashed behind another person. He extended his arm, the scissors stabbing into his throat from the front in a flash. Then he swiftly pulled them out and sprinted towards an empty direction.

The person in the shadows was also startled by this scene. The decisive killing made him realize he had to be careful not to capsize in his own scheme.

Let these trash expend their energy, and I'll reap the rewards!

Having made up his mind, he glared at the crowd and roared, "You bunch of useless good-for-nothings! Get after him! If we let him get away, none of you will live to see another day!"

Seeing the opportunity, no one dared to hesitate. They rushed after him immediately, but their speed was far inferior to Wang Lin's. In a short while, Wang Lin's figure was about to disappear completely.

The shadowy figure saw Wang Lin about to disappear and panicked. Ignoring the danger, he darted towards Wang Lin, his figure like a ghost, reaching Wang Lin's back in a matter of moments.

Wang Lin felt someone rapidly approaching from behind, and his heart pounded with alarm.

"Wow, that was fast!"

He rolled to the side in a hurry, narrowly dodging the killer blow from the oncoming person.

And at this time, moonlight fell on that person, finally knowing his identity, he was Zhou Rong's foreign aid - Pu Bu Ting

When Wang Lin was stopped, Park Byung-tae no longer made a move and continued waiting for the masked person to come.

Wang Lin seemed to understand the other party's thoughts, and his heart was overjoyed. If he could use the other party's psychology, perhaps this time he could successfully escape.

After about ten seconds, the masked man arrived. By this time, there were only ten of them left, with six others providing support from a distance earlier. It was unknown how effective they would be in close combat.

Again surrounded, Wang Lin once again charged toward the side in an attempt to break through. He couldn't guarantee that the person in the shadows wouldn't attack, and he remained ever vigilant, watching them closely.

This time he changed his fighting style, since there was no escape anyway, he stopped wasting his energy running. Moreover, the strongest one seemed to have some reservations and didn't want to fight me directly.

Then, during the battle, let them hold back a little and secretly recover their stamina. On the surface, they should appear exhausted.

Pu Bu Ting didn't notice this at all. He watched Wang Lin's increasingly slow movements and thought he was really about to reach his limit. He felt excited in his heart.

Half an hour later, there were only two masked men left. Wang Lin gasped for breath and reached out to support himself on a tree. He had recovered about half his strength. The other party was likely reaching their limit.

The facts speak for themselves. Watching Wang Lin repeatedly on the verge of exhaustion, falling into danger, he always manages to turn the tide and come out on top.

This made him feel a little uneasy in his heart. When he saw Wang Lin solve another person again, there were only four people left on the field, including himself. He couldn't bear it anymore.

If all these people were to die, I wouldn't be able to explain myself to Zhou Rong either. Let's just leave two behind. I estimate Wang Lin must be exhausted by now; look, he can't even stand properly without leaning on a tree.

Having made up his mind, he no longer hesitated and rushed towards Wang Lin swiftly. However, Wang Lin remained completely unresponsive, only lowering his head and clutching a tree trunk while gasping for breath heavily.

At first, he was still suspicious that Wang Lin was faking it. But seeing this scene, his heart filled with joy. Exhausted like this, even his attacks couldn't lift his head to look at Wang Lin. Wanting to solve Wang Lin wouldn't be easy!

He excitedly reached out and slapped towards Wang Lin's head, if he hit it, Wang Lin would surely die!

Until his hand was about to touch Wang Lin, his excited expression was already overflowing.

In the blink of an eye, Wang Lin suddenly sidestepped, grabbing a handful of powder in each hand and flinging it towards Pu Bu Ting's face. His legs moved too, aiming straight for his vulnerable lower body.

This is a make-or-break moment. All my previous performance has been just to lull the opponent into a false sense of security, so they lower their guard when I attack.

With a bang and an "Ah!" of pain, Park Bu-ting landed both his strikes. The stinging in his lower body and the burning pain in his eyes constantly stimulated his spirit.

He covered one eye with one hand and his lower body with the other, rolling and screaming incessantly.

The sudden scream startled the masked men, and they instinctively wanted to go and check it out.

When Wang Lin resolved Pak Buting's pain with scissors so skillfully, both of them felt a chill run down their spines.

They looked at each other, immediately turning around and trying desperately to flee the scene. However, Wang Lin wouldn't give them a chance. In the blink of an eye, he caught up to them, one person with a pair of scissors, cleanly and efficiently taking care of them.

"Whew! I guess nobody's here"

After taking care of everyone, he didn't immediately relax his guard. Instead, he kept scanning his surroundings. Only after confirming that it was safe did he lean against a large tree and take deep breaths.

After completely relaxing his mind, he felt an unusual fatigue in his body. He rested for a moment in place and then stood up again, walking toward the cliff.

The woods are too dangerous, it's hard to spot anyone approaching if they get close. The cliffs offer a clear view, although you're more exposed and vulnerable to being surrounded, it's better than being ambushed.

Ten minutes later, he sat on the edge of the cliff, quietly looking into the distance, wondering what he was thinking.

He felt that sitting was more tiring, so he simply lay down and looked at the night sky. He noticed his own mental state when he had just killed someone.

He was not a killer, and this was his first truly meaningful murder. But why did he feel so satisfied and fulfilled when he killed

He simply couldn't figure it out, and even his second brother couldn't answer the doubts in his heart.

"Well, I'll just do my best!"

"Glug glug glug"

I haven't had dinner yet, and I just finished a strenuous workout. My stomach is already starting to protest. Wang Lin got up, ready to leave, but an idea suddenly popped into his head, refusing to go away.

When I read novels, many protagonists seem to encounter adventures on cliffs or at the bottom of precipices. Maybe I should give it a try too

"They say the higher the cliff, the greater the opportunity. This cliff must be hundreds of meters high, so the opportunity shouldn't be small!"

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