Song Wu thought for a moment, then nodded his head and stepped aside. It seemed he had no intention of getting involved in the fight between Song Wen and himself.
Lin Chuan's mouth curved into a sinister smile.
However, just as Song Wu turned around and walked behind Lin Chuan, he suddenly showed a ferocious expression, grabbing a folding chair with both hands and viciously smashing it towards Lin Chuan's neck. If this hit had connected, Lin Chuan's life would have been in grave danger, and even if he didn't die, he would likely be paralyzed for life.
But, where did Song Wu know that Lin Chuan was well-trained? The old trick of attacking from behind with a chair was outdated. For Lin Chuan, even hidden snipers could be sensed, let alone Song Wu. Indeed, the moment Song Wu turned around, Lin Chuan was already on guard. Song Wu always liked to play dirty. Seeing his brother beaten up this time, he couldn't keep his temper. Sure enough, everything was within Lin Chuan's expectations.
