The police arrived and promptly hauled the whole group back to the station for questioning.
Boss Wang, whose real name was Wang Nian, seemed to have anticipated this outcome. He had a story ready and physical evidence prepared to paint himself as the perfect victim.
While he hadn't completely cleared his name, the police at least had no grounds to hold him any longer.
As Wang Nian was leaving the station, he didn't see the yellow-haired guy with the insane fighting skills anywhere. Curious, he asked:
"Officer, where's the guy who hit me?"
"You can't just let him off easy, right?"
"Look at what he did to me!"
Wang Nian pointed at his nostrils, which were plugged with two wads of tissue, and whined miserably.
"He's already gone," the officer replied casually.
"What?"
"Gone?"
"How could you just let him go like that?"
Wang Nian shrieked.
"What are you yelling for?"
The officer glared at him, and Wang Nian instantly shut his mouth. Only then did the officer continue slowly:
"It was a mutual brawl; it doesn't constitute a criminal offense."
"As for compensation, go talk to his lawyer."
Speaking, the officer pulled a business card from his pocket and handed it to Wang Nian.
Wang Nian took it curiously, but after one look, his eyes nearly popped out of his head.
"Fang Huan?"
The name Fang Huan was legendary in the legal world; everyone knew who he was.
Twenty years ago, his name had already resonated through the industry with a terrifying win rate of ninety-eight percent!
He was a super-lawyer of immense renown.
However, news about him had been scarce over the last decade or so.
Rumor had it that he had been recruited by some terrifyingly powerful family to serve as their exclusive counsel.
Why would a heavyweight lawyer like that show up for such a trivial, insignificant matter?
Wang Nian sensed that something was very wrong...
...
"I'll be going now. Until we meet again, Mr. Lin Yu."
Fang Huan, a man practically worshipped as a legal myth, bade a polite farewell to the yellow-haired man before him. He then turned, got into a luxury car, and drove away.
The night was deep. The car's red taillights merged into the stream of traffic, becoming part of the river of light.
Lin Yu took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. Withdrawing his gaze, he looked at Tang Manman beside him and spoke softly:
"Let me take you back to school first."
"Okay."
Tang Manman nodded.
Lin Yu hailed a taxi by the roadside, and he and Tang Manman got in.
A University wasn't far. In no time at all, the taxi arrived at their destination.
Lin Yu managed to pay the fare before Tang Manman could.
They got out at the main gate of A University.
Under the bright streetlights, Tang Manman's eyes were visibly swollen. Having cried all day, it would have been strange if they weren't.
The money she had worked so hard to save was gone, and she had been an emotional wreck all day.
Although she had stopped crying, she still looked heartbroken. She stood there obediently, like a wilted flower, looking utterly pitiful.
Lin Yu suppressed the urge to pat her on the head and asked gently:
"Do you still have money for food?"
Tang Manman nodded, mumbling:
"Yes."
Hearing her say that, Lin Yu still couldn't help but worry.
He took out his phone and transferred five thousand yuan to her. Lin Yu comforted her softly:
"Go back and focus on your classes. Don't overthink things. The money will come back."
Tang Manman nodded vigorously. She raised her arm to wipe her eyes, looking as if she were about to burst into tears again.
Lin Yu was truly afraid of that happening, so he hurriedly said, "Alright now, stop crying. Go on back."
"It's getting late. If you wait any longer, you might get locked out of your dorm."
Tang Manman nodded. Obedient to Lin Yu's words, she turned and walked toward the campus.
But she hadn't taken more than a few steps before she turned back, looking at Lin Yu with a pitiful expression, her face filled with reluctance.
"Bye-bye."
Lin Yu smiled gently and waved goodbye.
Tang Manman couldn't bring herself to smile, but she raised her hand in front of her chest and gave a little wave. Her pink lips were slightly pouted, making her look incredibly forlorn.
After the farewell, Tang Manman turned around and started walking into the campus again.
Once again, she didn't get very far before stopping. She looked back at Lin Yu, her expression just as pitiful as before.
Lin Yu gave a helpless smile and waved again to signal her to go.
This time, Tang Manman didn't wave back; she just nodded slightly, turned around, and continued walking toward the campus...
...
Watching Tang Manman stop and turn her head to look at him yet again, Lin Yu actually laughed.
He was laughed out of exasperation.
"Alright, hurry up and go back," he urged.
"If the dorms close, you really won't be able to get in."
Lin Yu added with a smile, "Besides, I have things to do in a bit."
Tang Manman's eyes dimmed slightly. She nodded and turned back toward the campus once more.
Lin Yu seized this opportunity to slip away immediately, saving himself from the awkwardness if she stopped to look back again—he’d have run out of things to say by then!
Leaving the gate of A University, Lin Yu walked along the road, his mind mulling over the matter of Tang Manman being scammed.
First off, the plan to pay out of his own pocket and pretend he had found the scammer to reimburse Tang Manman was a no-go.
She was surrounded by other victims; he couldn't possibly reimburse every single one of them.
Are you kidding?
That would be millions!
Unless he packaged himself up in a gift box and sold himself to Qing Mo, where was he going to get that kind of money?
Since that method wouldn't work, he had to figure out a way to deal with that Wang Nian guy.
Beat him up again to extract a confession?
Lin Yu rubbed his chin but quickly rejected the idea.
After all, the police weren't just for show.
Although their presence might be less than zero in erotic comics, in this world, they couldn't be ignored in the slightest.
After thinking it over, Lin Yu decided that professional matters should be handled by professionals.
That small-time boss from the Black Blood Gang he met in S City—didn't he mention that Zhao Dahu and Zhao She were in T City?
T City was where Gu Yue's university was located, right next to N City.
He should ask them. If they were still in T City, things would be much easier to handle.
Taking out his phone, Lin Yu hesitated for a moment but chose to call Zhao She.
This kind of thing carried significant risk, and he might need their help finding people later, so it was better to let Zhao She, who was more experienced, handle it.
Sniffing slightly, Lin Yu felt a faint sense of nervousness at the thought of Zhao She.
No matter how you looked at it, Lin Yu was just an ordinary guy who was somewhat good at fighting.
As for Zhao She...
Tsk, tsk.
Heaven only knew how many lives he had taken!
Finding that long-unused number, Lin Yu took a deep breath and tapped the screen to dial.
There was no custom ringback tone; after two cold beeps, the call connected, and a deep male voice spoke.
"Hello?"
"Is this Master Yu?"

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transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

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