Lin Chen cut the ropes from Yue'er's hands and said, "Yue'er, I'm taking you out of here."
Just then, the sound of clapping came from the doorway.
"Leave? Do you think you'll be able to?" Hahn stepped through the door, a sinister smile on his face.
Almost simultaneously, dozens of mercenaries armed to the teeth appeared behind him.
It was obvious that Hahn had long been aware of Lin Chen's infiltration into the camp. He had calculated that the squad would attempt to rescue Yue'er. This was all part of a trap, waiting for Lin Chen to walk into it willingly.
"Kid, you've been opposing our Phantom Syndicate time and time again. This camp will be your grave," Hahn said through gritted teeth, his cold stare fixed on Lin Chen.
"Is that so? Funny, your Phantom Syndicate's former young master said the same thing, but he didn't die too well, did he?" Lin Chen replied with a faint smile.
