Buzzcut Fatty lay flat on the ground, completely motionless.
Lin Yu had indeed beaten him so badly that his whole body ached, but it wasn't quite to the point of knocking him out cold.
The reason he lay there was to play dead, wondering if feigning unconsciousness would save him from another beating.
Perhaps if Lin Yu saw him like this, his anger would fade and he'd stop?
Instead, he was met with Lin Yu's furious roar!
And...
Buzzcut Fatty could distinctly feel Lin Yu stepping closer and closer.
Was this guy really not going to let him off the hook?
The lackeys huddled together, watching helplessly as Lin Yu walked toward Buzzcut Fatty.
Yet, not a single one dared to step up and stop him; they could only mutter in hushed voices:
"He's going to beat an unconscious man? Isn't he afraid of killing him?"
"People used to call us crazy when we fought."
"But compared to this absolute menace, we're completely normal!"
"This is too brutal. Brother Kuan isn't... actually going to pass away, is he?"
"What are you talking about! Brother Kuan is our boss! He... he'll definitely pull through!"
"..."
Lin Yu was practically dying of laughter listening to the lackeys behind him.
He had thought they might actually show some loyalty and rush out to at least try and stop him.
It seemed that in the face of a real crisis, everyone's first instinct was self-preservation.
Everything else was pure bullshit!
The supposed brotherhood among street thugs was something that only existed in movies.
How deep could the bond really be among a bunch of guys who only banded together for profit and kicks?
Lin Yu had measured his strikes perfectly. That last kick might have looked terrifying, but for Buzzcut Fatty, the pain was far from unbearable.
In fact, Buzzcut Fatty hadn't suffered any internal injuries whatsoever.
It was all just superficial wounds!
Did he really pass out? As if Lin Yu wouldn't know!
Just by observing his breathing, Lin Yu could tell that the guy was definitely still conscious.
He was simply playing dead to avoid taking any more hits.
That was fine.
Lin Yu had plenty of ways to wake up a guy pretending to be asleep!
Approaching him, Lin Yu crouched down and studied Buzzcut Fatty's profile.
His eyes were squeezed shut, and his mouth was slightly ajar.
His performance of an unconscious man was actually quite convincing.
He had really put a lot of effort into making Lin Yu believe it.
Unhurriedly, Lin Yu picked up one of Buzzcut Fatty's hands and pressed his fingers against his pulse.
He spoke with absolute certainty:
"I'm sure you don't know this, but my family practices traditional Chinese medicine."
"I know exactly what the pulse of an unconscious person feels like."
"There is a world of difference in the heart rate and blood pressure between someone who is faking it and someone who is genuinely out cold."
"Care to make a bet on whether I can read your pulse or not?"
Lin Yu's deep voice carried a highly intimidating edge.
Buzzcut Fatty found it incredibly hard to stay perfectly still after hearing that.
Lin Yu's words were just too freaking terrifying!
He quickly let out a slight twitch, putting on an act of struggling to wake up.
"Hiss..."
"Man, you hit... really damn hard!"
"You almost knocked me out just now..."
"Can we just say the grudge between us is settled now? Is that okay?"
"If you keep beating me like this, you're seriously going to kill someone... and you don't want to get dragged into a messy homicide case either, right?"
Buzzcut Fatty sat up, panting heavily. He slouched sideways, looking as if he might collapse back onto the ground at any second.
He was putting his all into projecting the image of a man on the verge of passing out.
This was so damn difficult!
Having to put on an act just to avoid getting beaten up by some young kid!
Nothing like this had ever happened to Fatty before.
It was so freaking humiliating!
Hearing this, Lin Yu nodded and turned to look at the lackeys behind him.
"Who told you to huddle together?"
"Get your asses over here!"
"Your boss just said he doesn't want to take any more hits. So, pick two guys among yourselves."
"Each of you will take three hits from me, and we can consider today's matter settled."
Buzzcut Fatty frantically waved his hands, trying his best to shout out and tell everyone he hadn't said that.
But the moment he met Lin Yu's gaze, he swallowed his words right back down.
He couldn't say it!
If he did, wouldn't that mean sparing his brothers and taking the beating himself?
If Lin Yu caught him off guard with another kick, he might actually end up in the hospital.
Because they were standing quite far away, and Buzzcut Fatty had been forcing his voice to sound weak...
The lackeys hadn't clearly heard the conversation between Lin Yu and Buzzcut Fatty.
So when Lin Yu made his announcement, they were all instantly dumbfounded.
"Did Brother Kuan just sell us out?"
"No way, right? Didn't he say he was going to take the heat for us? How did it turn into us taking the heat for him?"
"Pick two guys... does that mean we have to choose among ourselves?"
"Damn it! That's pretty messed up of Brother Kuan, isn't it?"
"Yeah, we always back him up and make him look good!"
"..."
It was exactly as Lin Yu had expected.
When you treat them well, they call you boss.
But the moment you throw them under the bus, you mean absolutely nothing to them!
At this point, Lin Yu knew the perfect opportunity had arrived.
He addressed the crowd:
"If you guys don't want to choose, there's another option!"
"Tell me who ordered you to come after me, and I'll let all of you go."
"I have way too many enemies, and I can't quite figure out which one it is right now!"
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