Lei Siren stood dumbfounded on the spot.
It took him quite a while after Xia Yiwei finished speaking to realize that she was talking to him.
"Ah? We... your boyfriend Lin Yu, he..."
"How come all these guys are... ah?"
Lei Siren's brain had gone into a complete stall, entirely unable to process the scene unfolding before his eyes.
Weren't the thugs working under his cousin supposed to be pretty good fighters?
How come in front of Lin Yu, they looked like little kids who hadn't grown up?
It was a completely one-sided beatdown!
Xia Yiwei said with a smile:
"You want to ask how Lin Yu is such a good fighter, right?"
Lei Siren awkwardly twitched the corners of his mouth, forcing himself to stay calm as he replied:
"Hehe, yeah. This is the first time I've ever seen someone fight so well."
Xia Yiwei put both hands on her cheeks and said with an exaggerated expression:
"Who hasn't? Before I met Lin Yu, I'd never seen someone this good at fighting either."
"Oh, I forgot to tell you. Lin Yu single-handedly challenged and crushed my sister's martial arts dojo."
"He defeated my sister and all the martial arts instructors."
"It wasn't a relay battle either; they all came at him at once!"
Lei Siren's face suddenly turned deathly pale: "!!!"
If he had heard Xia Yiwei say this at the dinner table, Lei Siren would have definitely harbored doubts.
There was no way he would believe something so absurd.
He would have just treated it as an excuse Xia Yiwei made up to elevate Lin Yu's status.
But now.
Seeing what was happening right in front of him with his own eyes.
If you told him that Lin Yu's ancestors had been martial arts champions for nine generations straight, Lei Siren would believe it!
It was simply too outrageous.
It completely exceeded Lei Siren's understanding of what it meant to be a good fighter.
"Lei Siren, what's wrong? Are you scared?"
"Don't worry, as long as you don't provoke Lin Yu, he won't get rough with you."
"I've only been beaten by him five times myself, which isn't that much."
"He hits outsiders pretty hard, but he goes easy on me."
The more Xia Yiwei said this, the more lingering fear Lei Siren felt in his heart.
If these spineless guys end up begging for mercy from the beating in a bit.
They wouldn't rat him out, would they?
Although his cousin had always been strict with his subordinates.
The immediate pain was what everyone cared about most right now.
Who would silently endure Lin Yu's barrage of heavy blows for a boss who was too far away to help?
If things went wrong.
They could really be beaten into cripples!
On this point.
Lei Siren was actually overthinking it.
Lin Yu was extremely precise with his strikes.
The seemingly spectacular and devastating blows actually dealt very limited lethal damage.
They absolutely wouldn't leave these people with any lasting aftereffects.
At most, they would be covered in black and blue bruises, but they wouldn't be torn to pieces.
The lingering pain all over their bodies for a period of time would be their greatest punishment.
Even if it was just a superficial beatdown, Lin Yu still applied a bit of his Bone-Melting Soft Fist.
Making them feel a temporary inability to move their bodies after being hit was the only way to instill true fear in them.
"My leg! Brother Kuan, my leg was broken by this kid!"
"Don't hit the face, I was wrong, I was wrong!"
"Brother Kuan, I can't hold on anymore! This kid is freaking terrifyingly strong!"
"..."
In less than two minutes, the one-sided, high-frequency output of attacks had the thugs begging for mercy again and again.
Except for Buzzcut Fatty, the other eight lackeys were all lying on the ground, struggling like dying fish.
Where was Buzzcut Fatty's initial arrogance now?
He completely believed what the pretty little girl had said...
That very first punch was absolutely taken by Lin Yu on purpose.
If they ended up at the police station, as long as that punch served as the instigating event, even if it were classified as a mutual brawl, Lin Yu would only be the secondary responsible party.
Besides.
Since when did street thugs have the option to call the cops?
If word of that really got out, where would their dignity be? How could they survive in the underworld after that?
Looking at his brothers on the ground, bruised, swollen, groaning incessantly, with broken teeth.
This was the exact moment that highlighted the crucial decision-making skills of a smart leader.
Buzzcut Fatty cupped his fists together, his face deathly pale as he said to Lin Yu:
"Brother, we yield!"
"Can you stop hitting us? Let's just say we wouldn't have become acquainted without a fight."
"I promise I won't cause you any trouble in the future. Wherever you appear, my buddies and I will take a detour!"
Begging for mercy!!
Fight if you can win; beg for mercy if you can't.
There was no need to suffer just to save face.
Only the one taking the blows knows how much it hurts.
Lin Yu cracked his knuckles, looking coldly at Buzzcut Fatty, and nodded as he said:
"Alright, I agree with what you said!"
"We are acquainted through a fight, and from now on, you will take a detour around me."
Buzzcut Fatty let out a long sigh of relief, the heavy stone in his heart finally dropping.
Thank goodness.
He hadn't dragged himself down with that son-of-a-bitch rich kid.
As for the injuries his lackeys had suffered, the boss above him would handle it.
How the boss would seek justice from this young master and give the brothers an explanation was the boss's business.
It wasn't his place to worry about it at all!
Lei Siren listened to Buzzcut Fatty's words, feeling extreme contempt for him in his heart.
What kind of idiots did his cousin hire?!
Even if you can't win, you don't have to be such a coward, right?
Didn't you see all your brothers lying there?
How do you have the nerve to say something like that?
Lin Yu's gaze drifted lightly over Lei Siren.
Just one glance.
It made Lei Siren's little heart leap into his throat.
Damn it!
What was the meaning behind this violent maniac's look?
Could he have realized that there was something off about him?
Lei Siren felt he had hidden it very well!
On the surface, it was completely impossible to tell that this sudden group of guys had anything to do with him.
Lin Yu probably couldn't guess it, right?
No!
Even if he really did guess it, Lei Siren wouldn't admit it even if he were beaten to death.
As long as Lin Yu couldn't produce any evidence, saying anything was useless.
Faced with a baseless accusation, they couldn't just pin it on his head for no reason.
If someone was really in trouble, it would be the fatty and his gang. Lei Siren was confident he could extricate himself completely.
But he never expected that Lin Yu's next words would make Buzzcut Fatty's heart leap into his throat again...
"When you said we wouldn't be acquainted without a fight, did you mean only you hitting me?"
Lin Yu suddenly threw out this question.
Buzzcut Fatty: "!!!"
No matter how stupid Buzzcut Fatty was, he could understand what this sentence meant.
From Lin Yu's perspective, it actually made some sense...
The exchange between the two sides had only been that one moment, and it was Buzzcut Fatty who had struck first.
If they wanted to reconcile, they at least had to give Lin Yu an explanation for that hit to achieve the effect of reconciliation.
Just taking one hit shouldn't be a problem, right?
Of these lackeys, who hadn't taken several hits before falling to the ground unable to get up?
When it came to fighting skills, he wasn't considered the top among this group.
But when it came to the ability to take a beating, his chubby body was indeed more than enough.
Looking at Lin Yu's eyes, if there wasn't a proper resolution, he obviously wouldn't agree.
Buzzcut Fatty steeled his heart and said:
"Brother, you make a fair point. It was my fault for provoking you. You can..."
Before he could finish his sentence.
Lin Yu held up three fingers toward Buzzcut Fatty.

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

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!

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.”