As soon as Lin Yu spoke these words,
the crowd immediately backed away further.
This time, it was to put distance between themselves and Black Bear.
[Ding!]
[Critical hit! A sudden counterattack left Black Bear defenseless!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Black Bear raised his hand, looking like he wanted to say something but stopped himself.
He instinctively wanted to explain things to Lin Yu,
but seeing the reactions of those around him, he knew it was pointless.
Amidst this sudden upheaval,
Black Bear never once considered that Lin Yu had deliberately led him into this trap.
All he could think was that he’d run into a goddamn backstabbing idiot!
He refused to believe that Huang Lion’s lackey lacked the brains
to realize they shouldn’t act like they knew each other in public.
From now on, forget about pickpocketing Lin Yu—
they probably wouldn’t even be able to set foot on Yipin Street again.
This was absolutely fcking intentional!
Black Bear shot Huang Lion a venomous glare,
then scanned his surroundings, searching for an opening to escape.
Huang Lion covered his mouth, looking pleadingly at Black Bear as if admitting his mistake.
Before Black Bear could act, Lin Yu recklessly stepped forward,
pointing right at Black Bear’s nose as he "reasoned" with him:
“So this is why you egged me on to search him, huh?”
“I thought you were just a good Samaritan, but turns out you’re a thief too!”
“You already moved the phone to yourself, didn’t you? Wanted me to come up empty-handed!”
“You’re a grown man with hands and feet—why the hell would you stoop to stealing?”
“Why not just get a decent job and work honestly?”
“I just don’t get it!”
“…”
Lin Yu relentlessly hammered at Black Bear’s sore spots.
For someone like Black Bear,
the most infuriating thing to hear in their line of work was, “You’ve got hands and feet, why can’t you do honest work?”
Especially when it came from some brat publicly humiliating him to his face.
Black Bear felt rage burning through him!
Sure, he was Huang Lion’s accomplice, and yes, he was the one who handled the stolen goods.
But today? He hadn’t gotten a damn thing.
Lin Yu’s phone wasn’t even on him.
Faced with Lin Yu’s sanctimonious lecturing, Black Bear had no reason to back down.
He grabbed Lin Yu by the collar—
“Don’t you dare hit him! Who do you think you are?”
“Let go right now, or I’m calling the police!”
Chen Qimeng immediately stepped forward, completely unfazed by Black Bear’s hulking frame.
She sharply reprimanded his actions.
“Don’t fcking threaten me with the cops!”
“You’re accusing me of stealing? I should be the one calling them!”
“Nobody’s leaving until I get a proper apology.”
“Which damn eye of yours saw the phone on me?”
Black Bear roared with confidence.
But then he noticed Chen Qimeng filming him with her phone, and his anger flared even hotter.
With a rough shove, he tried to push Lin Yu aside—
Only to find Lin Yu’s body oddly weightless, like a plastic mannequin.
With just a slight push, Lin Yu went flying backward,
crashing to the ground and rolling twice, looking utterly agonized.
Black Bear stared at Lin Yu, then at his own hand, baffled: “???”
Had he gotten stronger from eating more lately?
Wasn’t this little bastard just bragging about being a boxing champion?
What kind of champion goes down that easy?!
“Hey, that’s way over the line!”
“We all heard him call you ‘Brother Xiong’—you expect us to believe you’re not partners?”
“I bet the phone really is on him, and that’s why he lashed out.”
“Who the hell resorts to violence these days? Kid, I’m calling the cops for you right now!”
“…”
Lin Yu’s masterful acting ignited the crowd’s sympathy.
If there had been just one bystander, they might’ve hesitated to intervene.
But with dozens of people watching,
the burden of responsibility was shared,
and speaking up became the natural choice.
“I’m fine, thank you all. Just be careful.”
“This thief has violent tendencies, everyone should—”
Lin Yu’s words caught in his throat as something unexpected happened.
A black glass bottle hurtled through the air,
striking Black Bear square in the head with a heavy thud.
“Goddammit—ah, sht!”
“You btch, what the hell did you just throw at me?!”
Black Bear clutched his head, glaring at the object on the ground—
a cosmetic jar, spinning unevenly on the pavement.
That thing was made of reinforced glass—it was no joke!
If Chen Qimeng had thrown it any harder,
he’d have been knocked senseless.
Before the pain even faded,
another cosmetic bottle came flying at him.
This one only grazed his shoulder, but the relentless assault left Black Bear rattled.
Was this woman out of her damn mind?!
As he straightened up, Chen Qimeng launched her third wave of “projectiles”…
[Ding!]
[Bloodthirsty Strike! The acting sect leader’s fierce protection lands on Black Bear’s weak point!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
[Ding!]
[Critical Hit! The acting sect leader strikes again, dealing massive psychological damage!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
[Ding!]
[…]
Lin Yu: “!!!”
He’d only been exaggerating his performance a little,
making it look worse than it was.
In reality,
even if Black Bear had punched him twice,
it wouldn’t have done a thing.
But he never expected
that while riling up the crowd,
the person most affected would be Aunt Qimeng.
In all his memories,
Lin Yu had never seen Chen Qimeng lose her temper with anyone,
let alone get physical.
Yet in her eyes,
this man had just hurt her Xiao Yu.
She showed no fear, no hesitation—
because to her,
he was the one who had harmed Lin Yu.
With one hand clutching her bag and the other hurling whatever she could grab,
Chen Qimeng’s stubborn, unwavering expression filled Lin Yu with warmth.
So this was how far she’d go for him…
After dodging repeatedly, Black Bear finally ran out of patience.
His fury erupted.
“You stupid btch, you think I won’t hit a woman?!”
“You’re asking for a beating!”
Gritting his teeth, Black Bear charged straight at Chen Qimeng.
…
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
