Facing the reckless charge of the Black Bear, Chen Qimeng finally felt a surge of tension.
She had thrown almost everything from her bag—even the mosquito repellent Rongrong had lent her was no exception.
Yet, despite it all, she angrily hurled the bag at the Black Bear.
Whether it had any effect didn’t matter.
What mattered was…
He dared to lay a hand on Xiao Yu, and she had to stand up for him!
The crowd around them had already called the police—the most they could do as bystanders.
Faced with a hulking brute ready to strike a woman, no one dared to step forward and intervene.
"You damn bitch, I’ll teach you—"
Black Bear closed in on Chen Qimeng, winding up for a brutal slap.
Once his temper flared,
he didn’t care about gender or the watching crowd.
Venting his anger and teaching her a lesson was all that mattered.
Otherwise, how could he maintain his authority in front of his lackeys?
At worst, he’d spend a few days in a cell—it wasn’t like he hadn’t been there before.
Seeing the blow coming, Chen Qimeng knew she couldn’t dodge.
She could only raise her arms weakly to shield her face, squeezing her eyes shut in panic.
Thud!
The vicious slap came to an abrupt halt just inches from her cheek, frozen mid-air.
Black Bear’s eyes widened as a dull, throbbing pain shot through his wrist from the counterforce.
Lin Yu had somehow risen from the ground,
his hand clamping down on Black Bear’s wrist with unyielding precision, stopping him cold.
[Ding!]
[Counterattack successful! The Saint’s timely intervention deals a heavy blow to Black Bear’s psyche!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
Black Bear: "!!!"
Wasn’t this punk just lying on the ground a second ago?
He looked so frail, collapsing from a mere shove.
Where the hell did this strength come from?!
And it didn’t stop there.
Crack…
Lin Yu tightened his grip, twisting Black Bear’s wrist against the joint with relentless pressure.
Weak.
Pathetically weak.
A reckless thug like this could only play boss to a bunch of petty thieves.
A rat hiding in the shadows, pretending to be some underworld kingpin!
The setup was perfect.
With so many witnesses around,
as long as Lin Yu didn’t cripple him, everything fell under "self-defense."
Chen Qimeng slowly opened her eyes…
The expected slap never landed, leaving her bewildered.
When her vision cleared,
Lin Yu’s tall figure stood firmly between her and danger.
Her eyes reddened at the edges.
The fear she had suppressed now seeped out in waves.
She wasn’t fearless—she had just forgotten to be afraid.
"Qimeng, step back."
[Ding!]
[Legendary Move! Rescuing your beloved in her hour of need earns her unwavering devotion!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones]
At this moment,
those words from Xiao Yu filled Chen Qimeng with an unshakable calm.
She obeyed without hesitation, retreating two steps.
Staying stubbornly in place would only burden him.
Besides,
seeing Black Bear’s flushed face and the way his spine bent under pressure,
she had no doubt he stood no chance against Xiao Yu now.
"You motherf— Let go…"
"Damn you— Ah!"
Black Bear’s free hand clawed at Lin Yu’s fingers, trying desperately to pry them loose.
But no matter how hard he struggled,
those fingers might as well have been steel rods—unyielding and immovable.
Only now did Black Bear realize:
This bastard might actually be a boxing champion!
Had he been playing weak all along, baiting him into throwing the first punch?
He’d been played.
Completely outsmarted by this little punk!
"Hitting me is one thing, but you dare raise a hand against my girlfriend?"
"Whichever hand you planned to use, you won’t be needing it anymore…"
Lin Yu kept increasing the pressure, effortlessly controlling Black Bear with one hand.
Failing to break free, Black Bear tried to kick—
his leg jerking up in a vicious groin shot—
Thump!
The crowd barely saw what happened.
One moment, Black Bear’s leg was rising.
The next, he was slamming his knee into the ground, forced into a kneel.
Instantly, murmurs erupted around them:
"All that bravado earlier, and now he’s on his knees begging?"
"That young guy’s seriously a boxing champ?"
"Must be! If he hadn’t been blindsided earlier, no way he’d have gone down."
"Look at how he protects his girl—could you do that for me?"
"Serves him right! Trying to kneel his way out now? Too late!"
Only Black Bear himself knew the truth.
He’d never kneel willingly!
What kind of reputation would he have left?
The moment he lifted his leg, Lin Yu had struck first—
a sharp kick to the back of his knee.
Now he understood the agony his lackey Huang Shi had felt earlier…
His right leg had gone numb.
If not for his left knee catching him, he’d be flat on the ground.
Huang Shi hadn’t been lying after all!
"Kneeling to apologize?"
"Give me back my phone, and I’ll pretend none of this happened."
"Everyone’s watching. I keep my word—return it, and you walk away."
Lin Yu looked down at the kneeling Black Bear,
repeating his "reasonable" demand.
[Ding!]
[Humiliation Strike! The once-tyrannical Black Bear’s pride is crushed under the Saint’s heel!]
[Reward: 100 Spirit Stones]
Black Bear’s mind was spinning, unable to piece together the "misunderstanding."
His face flushed with humiliation as he growled through gritted teeth:
"I didn’t take your damn phone… Let go!"
"It’s—it’s gonna break!"
His tone still carried defiance, nothing like a plea for mercy.
Lin Yu, clear-headed, declared loudly:
"Fine. You won’t admit it."
"As a law-abiding citizen, I can’t search you myself."
"We’ll wait right here for the police to retrieve my phone."
Black Bear: "???"
Since when did he care about legality?!
He wouldn’t mind if Lin Yu just checked his pockets!
"Hey—hey! Stop squirming!"
"I said don’t move!"
Lin Yu deliberately increased the torque, twisting Black Bear into a pretzel—
then used it as an excuse to…
Thud!
Wham!
Crash!
[Ding!]
[Brutal Barrage…]
[Critical Hit…]
[Devastating Blow…]
A flurry of punches and kicks rained down,
each landing on spots that left no visible marks but seared with pain.
The system’s notifications chimed nonstop, fueling Lin Yu’s momentum.
Who could resist easy money delivered to their doorstep?
Black Bear writhed on the ground, howling,
his "boss" image shattered beyond repair.
Between gasps, he begged:
"Bro, stop—I won’t move! I swear!"
"I was wrong, man…"
"Big bro! Please! No more!"
Lin Yu paused but kept his grip firm,
as if holding Black Bear’s hand in an unwilling dance.
Then,
his gaze snapped toward the crowd as he barked:
"Hey, blondie! You think I didn’t notice you?"
"Did I say you could move?!"
…
(Second update for today! Another bonus chapter is coming soon. Only 488 more "Power-Ups with Love" needed until the next bonus update—your support means the world to us!)
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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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