The Super Bodyguard of the Beautiful CEO-Chapter 210 - 201: Fight as Many as Come

Of course, Lin Mu didn’t really want to execute Rose on the spot. After all, Rose is still a woman, even if she has underworld connections. Lin Mu doesn’t have the habit of hurting women. Scaring her a bit is fine, but for a mere foot-washing girl to think of killing a North African Battlefield Special Forces King—what wishful thinking!

"Bang!"

Just then, the door to the room suddenly burst open with a kick, and a dozen or so shirtless men holding blades rushed in. One of them was a bald, tattooed man with a big gold chain around his neck, looking like he was ready to chop Lin Mu into mincemeat!

Zheng Haonan wasn’t just idling around. Rose’s assassination attempt had been under his surveillance all along. When she failed, Zheng Haonan had already seen it on the monitors and immediately informed Huang Mao, who had long been prepared. After all, Lin Mu is not an easy opponent, and Huang Mao had personally witnessed his formidable strength!

Huang Mao received Zheng Haonan’s directive and rushed over with dozens of his most capable guys. These men were all over 1.8 meters tall and weighed nearly 200 pounds—a true beast squad. They should have no problem dealing with Lin Mu!

Of course, Zheng Haonan and Huang Mao’s thoughts were merely theoretical "shoulds," not the actual situation. Reality often differs greatly from expectations, especially with someone like Lin Mu, whose strength far exceeds his apparent might!

A few burly men quickly filled the room, but Huang Mao didn’t dare to enter. He stood by the door, fully aware of Lin Mu’s abilities. If the group he brought couldn’t handle him, he needed a way to escape. Getting caught now would be disastrous.

Lin Mu glanced at Huang Mao by the door, then withdrew the dagger pointed at Rose’s throat. Lin Mu had only intended to scare her. If he really wanted to kill her, a simple gesture would have sufficed, no need to press the dagger to her throat.

"Actually, I enjoy killing, but I don’t like killing women. So, you can leave—before I change my mind. Remember to be careful next time; not every man is as handsome, charming, and broad-minded as I am!" Lin Mu shamelessly praised himself.

Upon hearing Lin Mu’s words, Rose quickly got off the bed and, without uttering a word of thanks, fled the room. Even someone like Rose, with her extensive street experience, couldn’t fathom Lin Mu’s intentions. What a peculiar guy!

Now, only Lin Mu and this crew of beastly brutes were left in the room!

"So, Huang Mao, is this all you’ve got to deal with me? You’re underestimating me—this is not enough!"

Lin Mu sneered, shrugged, completely unfazed by the group of men in the room.

"Hmph, Lin Mu, don’t think you can leave safely today. Look around—whose turf do you think you’re on? With Brother Nan here, when do you get to act all cocky!?"

Emboldened by his numbers, Huang Mao finally gathered his courage and pointed at Lin Mu, saying something he thought was imposing. In this situation, they needed to fortify their own morale.

"Oh, really?"

Lin Mu sneered, raising the dagger in his hand, then flinging it like an arrow straight towards Huang Mao’s thigh.

Huang Mao couldn’t dodge in time and yelled, "Ah," clutching his thigh and collapsing to the ground as fresh blood gushed from the wound.

"Ouch... damn..." he groaned.

Huang Mao grimaced fiercely at Lin Mu, never expecting him to strike so swiftly, with such precise and ruthless accuracy, leaving no room for escape.

"Heh, remember this consequence of disrespecting me. Next time, if you point at me again, it won’t be your thigh but your head hitting the mark!"

Lin Mu said with a playful tone, but Huang Mao could tell there was no exaggeration or mere intimidation in his words.

"Dammit, what are you idiots standing around for? Get him!"

Huang Mao snarled furiously through gritted teeth. How unlucky; before his men could rush in, he got stabbed first!

They say don’t blame society when you’re unlucky or the government when life hands you lemons!

Upon hearing Huang Mao’s order, the guys in the room all bared vicious expressions and unhesitatingly swung their blades at Lin Mu!

Dozens of people, dozens of blades, ready to chop a person to bits like minced dumpling filling. An average person would have wet themselves in fright at such a sight.

Unfortunately, Lin Mu was no ordinary person. As the Wolf King of the Wolf Fang Mercenary Corps, these dozens of men with their blades were just toys for children in comparison, posing little threat to him!

Compared to the many brutal battles on the North African Battlefield, this was just a minor skirmish. Even if Zheng Haonan rallied all his hundreds of goons, it wouldn’t be a big deal for Lin Mu. He’s seen all sorts of grand scenes, enough that killing has become almost routine!

So facing this group of knife-wielding brutes, Lin Mu stepped forward without letting them encircle him. Like a hungry tiger pouncing on sheep, he charged into the crowd. Sounds of blades clattering ensued. The burly men couldn’t even scratch Lin Mu as they fell, disabled by his punches and kicks.

In just about ten seconds, Lin Mu swiftly knocked the knuckleheads down barehanded, creatively arranging them into a giant "KO" formation on the floor!

This was a perfect KO, a one-person versus a group KO. If the WBC ever saw this, they’d definitely award Lin Mu a Super Boxing Champion gold belt.

When Lin Mu stopped, the dozens of burly men lay on the floor in agony, crying out in pain, filling the room with their howls.

Lin Mu dusted his hands, pulled out a cigarette, and lit it, his suave gesture captivating. But for Huang Mao sitting on the floor, it was ineffably painful: Damn... this, this guy’s moves are way too strong. I’ve seen people who can fight, but not like this! Even if they’re not a match, they should at least last longer than ten seconds! And the way they fell—heaven help me!

Lin Mu exhaled a puff of smoke and walked over Huang Mao, stepping over the bodies of the fallen brutes. Huang Mao wanted to get up but couldn’t; any movement in his thigh brought excruciating pain. He honestly regretted ever having this leg...

"You, stay, stay back..." Huang Mao sat on the floor, retreating in fear, unable to meet Lin Mu’s gaze which felt like a sharp blade stabbing at him.