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.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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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.”
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.
