Lin Chuan, a web novel writer, 24 years old, 186 cm in height, with a handsome face and a slender build.
This is someone who earns his living by intellect.
As for physical strength,
both Hu Daqiang and the detectives in the team thought that this term hardly linked to Lin Chuan.
But now!
The scene inside the Goldstone Edge Antique Shop on East Street had shaken them.
Hu Daqiang swallowed his saliva, furrowed his brows, and looked at the situation inside the shop, which was a mess, obviously the aftermath of a fierce fight.
At this moment, several men in black T-shirts were curled up on the ground, some with blood spilling from their mouths, some clutching their groins, and others dragging injured legs and trying to crawl out of the antique shop.
Not far away, there were several gleaming knives piled up.
And there was Lin Chuan himself in the shop, smiling at him, "Captain Hu, it's been a while."
Next to Lin Chuan were two girls.
One of them was indeed Shen Qianqian.