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: "???"
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!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.”
