The sudden notification tone stunned Lin Ye in place.
He really hadn't expected to trigger a task under these circumstances.
"So, there aren't just daily tasks, but also temporary tasks, huh? But this task content..."
Looking at the task requirements in front of him, a strange look couldn't help but flash in his eyes.
"Knight's Squire? What the heck? Does it mean I have to take that person from just now as my lackey?"
"Why would he want to be my lackey? Am I supposed to rely on my domineering aura?"
"As for teaching him a lesson, that shouldn't be a problem."
Just as Lin Ye was spacing out because of the sudden system task, Song Bao'er was extremely anxious.
"What to do? What to do?"
"They must have been caught by now. As their leader, I have to rescue them, and they were caught because of me."
"If it really comes down to it, I'll have to call my dad."
As Song Bao'er spoke, she took out her phone with a conflicted expression.
Seeing her take out her phone, Lin Ye quickly said:
"No need. I'll think of a way to save them. Don't worry."
"Besides, even if you contact your dad now, he probably won't be able to make it in time."
Hearing Lin Ye's words, Song Bao'er seemed to think he made sense.
"That's right! How could I forget about you, Brother? You're so amazing, you can definitely save them."
"You can beat so many bad guys. You definitely won't have any problems with that bad guy from earlier either."
"Of course. Leave it to me. Let's hurry up and follow them."
After speaking, Lin Ye pulled Song Bao'er out of the hotel.
The long-haired man in the windbreaker was probably waiting specifically for them, so he hadn't gone too far.
Seeing Lin Ye lead Song Bao'er out of the hotel, he leisurely put the hood of his windbreaker on his head, and then strode towards a small path on the side.
Seeing this, Lin Ye followed without hesitation.
More than ten minutes later, the long-haired man entered an unfinished building area.
After entering the unfinished complex, he walked straight into a building that was basically completed.
When Lin Ye brought Song Bao'er to the front of this building, he was already standing quietly on the outer edge of the rooftop, looking down.
The two made eye contact from across the distance.
Seeing this, Lin Ye immediately prepared to go upstairs alone, but after taking a look at the pitiful Song Bao'er next to him, he still chose to bring Song Bao'er upstairs with him.
When he reached the first floor, he casually picked up a wooden stick about a meter long from the ground.
Five minutes later, he and Song Bao'er's figures appeared on the top floor.
At this time, there was no one else on the empty rooftop except for the long-haired man in the black windbreaker.
Seeing this scene, Lin Ye couldn't help but frown.
Song Bao'er, who was beside him, quickly asked:
"Where are they? Where did you take them?"
Before the long-haired man could answer, Lin Ye had already answered for him.
"If I'm not mistaken, your little sisters shouldn't have been caught by him. He should have only taken their phones."
"His purpose is just to lure us here."
As soon as Lin Ye finished speaking, the long-haired man laughed.
"He's right. Your friends aren't in my hands. I just took one of their phones on the way."
"It's too late for you to understand this now."
After saying this, the long-haired man locked his gaze on Lin Ye.
"You must be her bodyguard. Li Tai and his useless bunch were all defeated by you. You must be quite skilled."
"Let's have a fight. If I win, you hand over that woman to me. If I lose, I'll let you go."
"Okay, fair enough." Lin Ye nodded.
"You must have been sent by Liu Hong as well, right? What are you? A thug, a bodyguard, or an assassin?"
The long-haired man shook his head upon hearing this.
"None of those. He was kind to me, so I'm working for him for three years. This is the last thing I'll do for him."
"I see. So, are you good at fighting?" Lin Ye suddenly asked curiously.
"You won't know if I'm good at fighting until we've fought."
As soon as he finished speaking, the long-haired man took off his windbreaker, which was out of season, revealing his upper body, which wasn't exactly muscular but full of explosive power.
His skin, exposed outside the black tactical vest, was covered with scars. Some were knife wounds, some were gunshot wounds, and there were also large areas of burns. It was hard to imagine what he had been through to have so many scars on his body.
Seeing him like this, Lin Ye immediately realized that the long-haired youth in front of him might not be so simple.
However, he didn't panic at all, because his identity wasn't simple either.
The next second, he took the initiative to walk towards the long-haired man, and then, under the long-haired man's puzzled gaze, he raised the wooden stick in his hand.
"You don't mind if I use a weapon, do you?"
"A weapon? Are you talking about the wooden stick in your hand?" The long-haired man asked doubtfully.
"That's right." Lin Ye nodded.
"Be my guest." The long-haired man said indifferently.
After saying this, he moved like a cheetah, his figure as swift as the wind. The distance of more than ten meters was covered in an instant.
His right fist went straight for Lin Ye's chest, as if he wanted to pierce through Lin Ye's chest.
Faced with his aggressive punch, Lin Ye had no intention of moving. He still stood elegantly in place, one hand behind his back, and the other hand holding the wooden stick in front of his chest, like an elegant noble swordsman.
It wasn't until the other party's fist was less than half a meter away from him that his right hand moved.
The wooden stick in his hand instantly pierced towards the long-haired man's throat like a sharp sword.
The length of the wooden stick was longer than the arm. Before the long-haired man's fist hit him, the wooden stick would definitely pierce the long-haired man's throat first.
Although it was just a wooden stick, the long-haired man felt a fierce aura from above, like a sharp sword.
He had no doubt that if he was hit by this stick, his throat would definitely be seriously injured.
Helpless, he could only temporarily change his move. While dodging the wooden stick in Lin Ye's hand with a sidestep, he tried to grab the hand that Lin Ye was holding the wooden stick with.
Unfortunately, he was fast, but Lin Ye was even faster. Lin Ye directly changed the straight stab into a horizontal chop, and the wooden stick directly hit his cheek.
Smack!
With a loud bang, the long-haired man only felt a burning pain in his cheek, and his head was buzzing.
Before he could react, Lin Ye took advantage of this opportunity to hit him several times in a row.
Thrust! Chop! Slice! Hack! Point! Scratch!
He wanted to dodge, but as long as he was within the attack range of the wooden stick in Lin Ye's hand, he would always be hit.
No matter what angle he tried to attack from, or what method he used, the final result was no different.
After being hit by Lin Ye more than a dozen times in a row, the long-haired man finally gave up attacking Lin Ye and retreated to the side.
From beginning to end, Lin Ye's feet had not left the ground. Only his right hand holding the wooden stick was moving.
In comparison, the long-haired man was not only sweating profusely, but also had traces of being whipped or hit by the wooden stick all over his body.
If Lin Ye was holding a real sword instead of a wooden stick at this time, the long-haired man would have become a corpse lying on the ground.
Just as the long-haired man was looking at Lin Ye with a look of fear, Lin Ye suddenly smiled.
"Do you know why you can never hit me and why you always get hit by me?"
The long-haired man couldn't help but be stunned when he heard this.
"Because you're too slow."
As soon as these words came out, the long-haired man seemed to have his self-esteem stimulated. He directly pulled out a tactical dagger from his leg and rushed towards Lin Ye.
The dagger was wielded fiercely in his hand, and every move was aimed straight at Lin Ye's vitals.
But the final result was still a crushing defeat for the long-haired man.
Lin Ye first hit the back of his hand with a stick, and then hit the fingers of his right hand with another stick.
In pain, the tactical dagger in his hand immediately fell to the ground.
The next second, one end of the wooden stick in Lin Ye's hand was directly against his Adam's apple.
"Still too slow. Being slow means suffering losses, and being slow means getting beaten."
"Although you're very good at fighting, you're obviously no match for me."
Hearing these words, the long-haired man was struck by lightning, and the expression on his face instantly became blank.
