Chapter 212

Inside the bar, filled with an ambiguous dim light, the atmosphere was as oppressive as a lead-gray sky before a violent storm. A group of burly men, as massive as small hills and like infuriated wild bulls, charged frantically at Xu Lin. Their eyes were brimming with madness and murderous intent, and with every heavy step they took, the ground seemed on the verge of shattering, emitting a dull and chilling sound. At this moment, Xu Lin's posture was agile yet carried a hint of suppressed pain. The spot where he had been stabbed earlier felt as though an invisible little snake was gnawing at his nerves from time to time, throbbing with a dull ache—clearly, his injuries had not fully healed. Like a nimble leopard, he dodged and counterattacked amidst the surging crowd, every movement precise and swift.