Seeing Lin Yu knocked back, Buzzcut Fatty could only endure the pain and put on a tough front.
What boxer? Isn't he just all show and no go?
Looks like the boss was right, five of them would really be enough.
The only reason there were nine of them standing here now was because Buzzcut Fatty had heard the opponent was a boxer.
He had decided to increase the numbers on a whim.
It seemed there was absolutely no need to do something so superfluous; bringing five brothers could have easily taken him down.
What kind of boxer is he!
Aside from having somewhat tough bones, he didn't show a shred of backbone.
He couldn't even dodge a strike like that, what kind of boxing is that?
He's destined for nothing but standing there and taking a beating.
"Brother Kuan is awesome!"
"Hahaha, it has to be our Brother Kuan!"
"Teach that trash-talking idiot a lesson, beat him hard!"
"..."
The surrounding underlings were all rubbing their palms together, cheering for their chubby Brother Kuan.
Originally, they had planned to attack together to teach Lin Yu a lesson.
Unexpectedly.
Lin Yu was so frail. He couldn't even dodge a single punch and was knocked so far back.
Their Brother Kuan had a habit when fighting.
Before he vented enough anger on his target, no one was allowed to intervene.
Therefore, everyone just mocked the opponent and cheered him on; no one stepped forward to join the fray.
Buzzcut Fatty was energized by their words, completely forgetting about the pain in his hand.
He simply clenched his fists and said with a smile:
"I thought you were so badass, daring to talk such trash."
"Turns out you're just a piece of trash!"
"Little sister, look at my moves, don't you think a director might scout me to play Bruce Lee?"
Buzzcut Fatty said smugly.
The underlings behind him immediately followed up with a chorus of jeers:
"Brother Kuan, this is real combat! It's way more awesome than what's in the movies!"
"Brother Kuan, the beauty doesn't want to see you play Bruce Lee in real combat, she wants to see your bed combat skills!"
"Hahaha, Brother Kuan, what role do you think I can play? How about I be your second-in-command artillery platoon leader?"
Buzzcut Fatty was flattered and felt light on his feet. He turned around and said to the underling:
"What are you going to play? Go home and ask your parents for a 'Bi Yuntao'."
Underling: "What do you mean?"
Buzzcut Fatty: "You're playing a f*cking dick!"
Everyone: "Hahaha!"
In the back, Lei Siren pushed up his glasses.
He shot a look of disdain at Buzzcut Fatty.
He really couldn't stand the way these pieces of trash talked.
How could they spout such garbage in front of a girl?
However.
Seeing Lin Yu beaten back to his true colors still made Lei Siren feel extremely refreshed inside.
Wasn't he acting so tough in the restaurant?
Why is he getting beaten now, not even daring to fight back?
Lei Siren really wanted to join in and thoroughly interrogate Lin Yu.
Did he leave his courage at the restaurant, which is why he's chickening out now?
Besides that.
Lei Siren still had an important task to do.
When they started ganging up on Lin Yu later, Lei Siren would specifically go to protect Xia Yiwei.
This was a very crucial step, and he absolutely couldn't miss this chance to show off.
Whether he could make Weiwei see him in a new light depended entirely on this all-out effort!
Anyway, all these guys knew him.
No matter how much nonsense he spouted or how arrogant he acted, they couldn't possibly lay a hand on Lei Siren.
Otherwise.
When they returned to his cousin's side, these people would have hell to pay.
Therefore, the parking lot was his dedicated stage to perform.
"What do you guys think you're doing?"
"I'm telling you, with me here today, I will absolutely not let you hurt Weiwei!"
Lei Siren stepped in front of Xia Yiwei, shielding her behind him.
Then, he winked at Xia Yiwei and whispered:
"I thought Lin Yu was a good fighter, but I didn't expect him to chicken out like this when facing real thugs."
"Weiwei, don't be afraid. With me here, I absolutely won't let you get hurt."
"Even if I can't beat them, I can definitely protect you!"
As he spoke.
Lei Siren even spread his arms, striking a little macho pose.
Xia Yiwei: "..."
She really didn't know what on earth was inside Lei Siren's head.
To think he could actually pull off such a cliché and tacky scene.
Did he really not feel embarrassed himself?
Xia Yiwei had no choice but to politely remind him:
"What do you mean? Who said I'm afraid? I'm not afraid."
"With my husband Lin Yu here, what do I have to be afraid of?"
Xia Yiwei deliberately emphasized Lin Yu's name, afraid that if she didn't add the name, Lei Siren would think she was talking about him.
Xia Yiwei didn't want Lei Siren to feel even the slightest bit of verbal satisfaction.
Lei Siren looked at Lin Yu in astonishment and said sarcastically:
"You're still counting on him? Weiwei, didn't you see?"
"He just got knocked so far back by a single punch, and you still expect him to save you?"
Buzzcut Fatty looked at the Lei Siren who had just popped out of nowhere and shook his head speechlessly.
Instead of relying on that all-show-and-no-go boxer to save her, she should rely on you, young master?
If Lei Siren and Lin Yu stood together and were compared...
Obviously, Lin Yu was still much more convincing!
Lei Siren was truly leagues behind.
He really didn't know how Lei Siren had the nerve to say these things to the young beauty.
How bad must her brain be to believe his nonsense!
It was only because Lei Siren was their big bro's cousin.
Otherwise.
Who would want to get involved with his affairs?
Even just participating felt embarrassing!
Buzzcut Fatty didn't know that Lei Siren's words could just be treated as total bullshit.
The truly important words were Xia Yiwei's...
"Lei Siren, you don't understand this, do you?"
"Lin Yu is accumulating rage. Professional fighters all have their own little habits."
"This is a public place, not a boxing ring."
"If you attack people for no reason, what if they end up losing and call the police later?"
"Don't you think that makes sense?"
Lei Siren: "???"
Xia Yiwei's explanation left Lei Siren completely baffled.
Accumulating rage...
What does that mean?
Does she mean Lin Yu was getting beaten on purpose?
How is that possible!
He had seen it clearly from the back just now; Lin Yu was just standing there and let the guy punch him hard.
He didn't even dare to fight back!
How did it completely turn into another story coming from Xia Yiwei's mouth?
Even if she was really deeply infatuated with Lin Yu, she should at least consider the facts right in front of her, right?
Lying through her teeth wouldn't change the situation at hand.
Lei Siren naturally wouldn't directly call Xia Yiwei brain-dead.
But he looked at her with a gaze reserved for caring for the mentally disabled, and asked:
"Weiwei, what accumulating rage value... Have you been completely duped by him?"
"He obviously just can't beat them!"
"Otherwise, why would he stand right in front of you and take a punch?"
Xia Yiwei smiled and said:
"If someone else strikes first and then you fight back, it's considered legitimate self-defense."
Lei Siren: "???"
Buzzcut Fatty: "???"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
