Chen Qimeng took a deep breath, silently admiring Little Yu's quick thinking.
Perfect!
Drawing the crowd's attention first was the best strategy.
No matter how bold that yellow-haired thief acted, he wouldn’t dare cause trouble in front of so many people.
Initially, Chen Qimeng had been a little worried.
She feared Little Yu might have misjudged—what if the phone wasn’t stolen by the yellow-haired thief but dropped somewhere else?
But to her surprise,
the moment they confronted him, the thief came up with the most ridiculous excuse.
When Little Yu patted his arm earlier, it was clearly just to calm him down.
How could that possibly "break" his arm?
The thief must’ve panicked and blurted out that pathetic lie.
An innocent person wouldn’t just "accuse" Little Yu like that!
Only someone with no defense would make up such a flimsy excuse!
Chen Qimeng turned on her phone’s video recording, ready to gather evidence.
If anything unfavorable happened to Little Yu later, at least it’d be documented clearly.
Under Black Bear’s stunned gaze, Lin Yu spoke up:
"Big bro, you tell me—is this fair?"
"He’s a thief! My phone’s definitely on him!"
"Earlier, he was tailing me, so I turned around and asked him a question."
"Then, when he acted all annoyed, I just…"
"lightly patted him. Now he’s claiming I broke his arm?"
"Do you believe that, big bro?"
Black Bear: "!!!"
What the hell?
Asking him to mediate?
Damn it, he was here to extort money!
But with the current atmosphere…
Black Bear glanced at his lackey, Yellow Lion.
The lackey was busy arguing loudly with the onlookers:
"What’re you all yapping about? Which one of you saw me steal his phone?"
"And you—what’s it to you?"
"Quit staring! Stop framing an innocent man!"
"..."
Black Bear: "..."
Shit!
This wasn’t going the right way!
If he sided with Yellow Lion now,
he’d definitely be labeled as an accomplice.
What really shook Black Bear was…
Did Yellow Lion actually steal a phone and try to keep it for himself?
If he didn’t steal it,
why would this punk in front of him come over and say all this?
Was Yellow Lion… playing him for a fool?
[Ding!]
[Critical hit! Once the seed of doubt is planted, it’ll tear apart an unstable partnership!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Black Bear instinctively took half a step back, trying to blend in with the crowd.
Then, he spoke cautiously:
"How should I judge this?"
"I didn’t see how you patted him, nor did I see him steal from you."
"If you say he took your phone, why don’t you… check his pockets?"
Yellow Lion froze: "???"
What the hell?
What was Big Bro Bear spouting?
Weren’t they supposed to be scamming money together?
Now he was suddenly playing the righteous mediator?
This was straight-up betrayal!
What happened to "brothers stick together, loyalty for life"?
Black Bear kept shooting Yellow Lion warning looks, telling him to shut up.
Truthfully,
Black Bear was also nudging Lin Yu to act.
He genuinely wanted to see
if that little bastard Yellow Lion had been skimming profits behind his back.
What were the odds?
Two easy targets in a row, yet his usually reliable lackey kept failing?
What were the odds that two light slaps from him made Yellow Lion’s arm go numb?
Was this little snake pocketing the loot and making excuses to bail?
Had he been raising a traitor all along?
Lin Yu was loving every second of this.
Sure, in public, you couldn’t just search someone even if you suspected theft.
But right now, all he needed was Black Bear’s stance.
And sure enough, Lin Yu hadn’t misjudged him—what a "great" big bro!
Lin Yu clapped his hands and nodded emphatically:
"Big bro, you’re absolutely fair."
"This thief keeps making excuses. If I find my phone on him, let’s see what he says then."
When Yellow Lion saw Lin Yu approaching, he raised his voice,
pointing with his one good arm:
"Don’t you dare touch me! Who gave you the right?"
Lin Yu put on a mock boxing stance, feigning anger:
"Better behave—I’m the city boxing champion."
"You said your arm’s broken, right? Move it even a little, and you’re exposed as a liar and a thief."
"Try swinging at me, and I’ll defend myself—legally."
With that,
Lin Yu rolled his neck and bounced on his toes, closing in on Yellow Lion.
At the same time,
he didn’t forget to remind Black Bear:
"Big bro, thanks for speaking up. Do me a favor and block the right side."
"Don’t let him escape that way—much appreciated!"
Black Bear: "..."
This little punk and his useless commentary!
Just fight already—why drag him into it?
He was already edging back into the crowd!
Would it be too late to shout, "Calm down, no violence"?
While Black Bear’s brain scrambled, Yellow Lion couldn’t hold back.
Yellow Lion’s heart raced: "!!!"
Earlier, Lin Yu seemed like some harmless pretty boy.
But now, with that "professional stance," he actually looked legit!
If he really was a boxing champ… would he get beaten to pulp?
Great. Just great.
What a fantastic big bro he had.
Lured him into a scam,
then bailed the moment things got tense.
Now he was egging this guy on to search him?
No way out? Fine—let’s all go down together…
[Ding!]
[Fatal blow! Under the Saint’s strategy, Yellow Lion and Black Bear’s partnership crumbles completely!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Hearing the system’s chime, Lin Yu didn’t rush forward.
Instead, he gave Yellow Lion plenty of time and space to… perform.
"I really didn’t steal your phone—stay away!"
"With all these people watching, if you lay a finger on me, I’ll drop dead right here and sue you into oblivion!"
Yellow Lion scrambled sideways, deliberately moving closer to Black Bear.
The crowd shifted with him, widening the circle.
Black Bear: "!!!"
This idiot!
If you’re running, why come toward me?
But the next moment—
"Big Bro Bear! Help me out here!"
"This guy’s lost his damn mind!"
Yellow Lion wasn’t forgetting the plan—he just refused to be the fall guy.
If he was gonna get beaten up, he’d drag his "big bro" down with him.
The moment Yellow Lion shouted "Big Bro Bear,"
the crowd’s eyes locked onto Black Bear, their expressions shifting instantly.
Lin Yu put on an Oscar-worthy "shocked" performance.
Worried the crowd might miss it, he helpfully announced:
"Ohhh!!"
"Now I get it…"
"You two are in cahoots!"
...
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end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
