Damn Blonde Ahhh

"Uncle, watch out!"

"Ah!"

"Uncle, I'll protect you!"

"Ah!!"

"Uncle!"

"Ah!!!"

Lin Yu moved swiftly, his body agile as he fended off the charging members of the Fire Scorpion Gang while pulling Li Yuan away from direct attacks—only to expose him to even more severe blows from the shadows.

After a few rounds, Li Yuan was already battered beyond recognition.

Lin Yu was thoroughly enjoying himself. Just as a swinging baton was about to land, Lin Yu yanked Li Yuan, seemingly pulling him out of harm's way. In reality, he was delivering the defenseless Li Yuan straight into the path of another baseball bat swinging down with brutal force.

At that moment, just as Lin Yu was anticipating the sight of Li Yuan's head splitting open, a sudden tightness gripped his chest. A sharp whistling sound came from his left ear, as if something was swinging toward him. Instinctively, Lin Yu turned his head to look.

His neck twisted rapidly, his face snapping to the left. At the same time, the swift motion sent his thick, yellow bangs flying, not only revealing his previously hidden left eye but also completely obscuring his right eye with the fluttering strands.

His vision thoroughly blocked, Lin Yu—just like Li Yuan—was left utterly unable to react or counter the incoming strike.

And so, a brick slammed into Lin Yu's skull with such force that the red clay shattered into two pieces.

As the brick connected, Lin Yu's mind went blank, leaving only one thought echoing in his head:

Damn yellow hair!

I swear I’ll never let you off the hook!

Thanks to years of martial arts training, Lin Yu instinctively retaliated, launching a kick that sent the Fire Scorpion thug flying backward, preventing any follow-up attacks.

He held nothing back with that kick—aiming for maximum damage. The sneak-attacking gangster crumpled to the ground, coughing up blood, unable to get back up.

The brutal efficiency of the strike momentarily stunned the Fire Scorpion members, freezing them in place.

His hair, now damp with sweat and blood, clung heavily to his forehead. Crimson streaks trickled down through the yellow strands.

Seeing the alarming amount of blood and the world beginning to sway before his eyes, Lin Yu knew he couldn’t keep playing around—or things would take a deadly turn.

Struggling to steady himself against the overwhelming dizziness, Lin Yu grabbed a weapon for the first time. His eyes, wild and feral, glared through the blood-soaked hair, locked onto the Fire Scorpion members ahead.

His deranged appearance, combined with the sight of their comrade vomiting blood, briefly cowed the gangsters, making them hesitate.

But soon, more Fire Scorpion members caught up—including their third-in-command, his head wrapped in bandages, panting heavily as he barked orders. Under his command, over twenty gangsters tightened their grips on their weapons and advanced.

Lin Yu watched the encroaching crowd and, without hesitation, dropped his weapon and spun around to flee.

Just as he was about to bolt, his body suddenly stiffened mid-turn.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted familiar faces among the approaching mob.

With a forced shift in direction, Lin Yu abruptly tackled Li Yuan to the ground, bellowing:

"If you want to hit someone, hit me!"

"Don’t hurt my uncle!"

His dramatic display stunned the Fire Scorpion members. None had expected this yellow-haired punk to show such loyalty in a life-or-death moment, earning a sliver of reluctant respect.

But respect didn’t stop them. They surged forward, intent on taking at least half of both men’s lives.

Beneath Lin Yu, Li Yuan was equally stunned. He never imagined his so-called nephew would be so righteous. Trembling, he closed his eyes and patted Lin Yu’s back, whispering:

"Xiao Long... I misjudged you. If we make it out alive today, I swear I’ll never treat you unfairly again."

"Uncle, you raised me. I’d never abandon you!"

Lin Yu shielded Li Yuan beneath him, roaring with such heartfelt conviction that even the Fire Scorpion gangsters paused—not because of any heroic aura, but because they, too, had noticed the armed mob sprinting toward them.

Around the street corner, the Black Blood Gang arrived in full force, flooding out like a tidal wave. At a glance, they outnumbered the Fire Scorpions by at least two to one.

Realizing the odds, the Fire Scorpion members turned tail and ran. Most of the Black Blood Gang gave chase, while a small group stayed behind to check on Li Yuan and Lin Yu’s injuries.

"Call an ambulance!"

Seeing the severity of their wounds, Black Blood’s second-in-command, Black Tiger, barked orders for a car to rush them to the hospital—especially Lin Yu, whose face was practically painted in blood. He urged his men to hurry, sending someone to fetch bandages and clotting supplies from a nearby pharmacy.

"Xiao Long, you hanging in there?" Black Tiger asked, concern etched on his face.

Lin Yu feigned weakness, barely able to open his eyes. He shook his head slowly, about to admit he wasn’t okay—when suddenly, his visible eye widened in alarm.

Black Tiger, puzzled by the sudden shift, followed Lin Yu’s gaze—and his own eyes bulged at the sight.

A fresh wave of Fire Scorpion members, armed with machetes and batons, was charging straight for them, clearly intent on finishing the job.

"How are there still Fire Scorpions left?!" Black Tiger muttered, his thick brows furrowing in confusion and urgency.

Lin Yu had no patience to explain.

Instead, he recalled something odd from earlier—during their escape from Yongchang Road, nearly half of their pursuers had vanished in a short span.

At the time, he’d assumed they’d just fallen behind.

Now, it was clear: they hadn’t been left behind. They’d taken a shortcut to cut them off.

Glancing at their own dwindled numbers and the twenty-strong Fire Scorpion squad closing in, Lin Yu couldn’t help but sigh.

Damn it.

Just my luck.

Tonight’s gonna be a long one.