Lin Yu knew exactly what was going on.
If he asked Buzzcut Fatty directly about this matter, he definitely wouldn't dare to tell the truth.
Moreover.
If Buzzcut Fatty answered, it would be equivalent to setting the tone for the matter in front of his underlings.
Who would be foolish enough to undermine their own boss?
On the contrary, interrogating these underlings might directly yield the desired answer.
How could Lin Yu not know the behavior of these so-called bosses?
Even if the reason for the operation could be explained simply, he would never make it that clear.
If he could be vague, he would be vague.
Just to appear unfathomable in front of his underlings.
Even a simple beatdown could be exaggerated into running an errand for some big shot.
As long as he brought enough underlings along, there would always be some gullible fools who took their boss's words as gospel.
Asking questions from the mouths of such people was the best way to get the desired answers.
Buzzcut Fatty: "No, bro, we..."
Lin Yu: "I'm not asking you right now!"
Buzzcut Fatty stepped forward to explain, but was immediately choked back by Lin Yu's words.
At this point, he still wanted to speak?
No way!
Scared by Lin Yu's roar, Buzzcut Fatty didn't dare to say another word.
He could only look timidly at Lei Siren.
That look clearly told Lei Siren...
Young Master Lei, you're on your own!
Lei Siren: "!!!"
He quickly avoided making eye contact with Buzzcut Fatty.
Why the hell are you looking at me at a time like this?
What did that look mean?
Could it be that his cousin's subordinates were so unreliable that they didn't explain things clearly to these guys?
They absolutely couldn't rat him out!
The thugs had thick skin and tough flesh; they could withstand a random beating from Lin Yu.
Lei Siren didn't have that ability. It wouldn't take more than a couple of hits to cripple him completely!
Seeing Lei Siren's panicked state, Xia Yiwei was overjoyed inwardly.
A Chihuahua standing up, huh? A torn rag, huh?
If they didn't teach Lei Siren a lesson today, Xia Yiwei wouldn't be able to let it go!
Having provoked the two of them, trying to escape was simply impossible!
This fear of awaiting execution would definitely leave Lei Siren with psychological trauma.
Xia Yiwei started another round of caring remarks, knowingly asking Lei Siren:
"Lei Siren, did you eat something bad?"
"Why does it feel like your complexion is getting worse and worse?"
"Don't mind Lin Yu. He often gets into fights outside and has a lot of enemies."
"Look at how fake these people's acting is today. Even I can tell they aren't here for me at all."
"Let Lin Yu interrogate them thoroughly. We must teach them a good lesson in return!"
"If you feel uncomfortable, I'll take you closer to take a look. Maybe it'll give you a sense of security."
"Whenever I feel uneasy, I like to get close to Lin Yu."
Lei Siren's eyes widened: "!!!"
Closer?!
Closer so it's easier for Lin Yu to come over and beat me up in a moment, right?
Right now, he wished he could stay away from Lin Yu, the further the better!
Ideally, the whole matter would just end right now, and no one would ask any more questions.
Lei Siren wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and said:
"Really? Does my face really look that bad?"
"I-I don't think so, right?"
Reminded by Xia Yiwei, Lei Siren suddenly came up with a makeshift solution.
"So Lin Yu has that many enemies. I had no idea!"
"No wonder!"
"Why else would so many people suddenly pop up and start causing trouble out of nowhere?"
Lei Siren's voice raised significantly.
These words weren't meant just for Xia Yiwei to hear.
But for those underlings on the ground.
As long as they casually pinned it on some enemy, even if it was a made-up name.
Lin Yu's brain might not be able to process it that quickly!
He might even think he just forgot about this person.
Among the eight underlings, six had seen and recognized Lei Siren.
They all knew they couldn't rat Lei Siren out, otherwise they would be in for a hard time when they got back.
Hearing Lei Siren's words, they caught on and chimed in one after another.
"Yes, boss, you guessed right. We were indeed sent by your enemies."
"Right, right, right. It's the same for our Brother Kuan. Please spare us this time."
"From now on, whenever we see you, we will definitely take a detour!"
"..."
Hearing this, Lei Siren secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Not far away, Buzzcut Fatty also thought they had bluffed their way out of it.
Thank goodness.
Fortunately, there were six underlings who recognized Lei Siren!
Seeing Lei Siren at the scene, there was no need to explain that helping Young Master Lei meant helping Lei Siren.
Knowing his background, they wouldn't cause any major mess.
But the problem was...
Only six of them recognized Lei Siren!
There were still two who didn't!
"That's right, boss. Please let us off the hook. We were also ordered by that young master!"
"Yeah, boss. If you want revenge, go directly to that rich young master!"
Hearing the words young master, Lin Yu was instantly overjoyed!
Awesome.
He had been waiting for the appearance of these two absolute geniuses.
Everyone else was completely outside his scope of interrogation!
Hearing their own people suddenly expose the young master's identity, the rest of the underlings all tensed up.
They wanted to remind them, but felt that doing so would be too conspicuous.
If Lin Yu saw it, wouldn't the spearhead be pointed right at them?
Now that things had reached this point, the best approach was to stay out of it. No one wanted to stick their neck out.
For something that no one was talking about, who would be willing to be the first to speak up?
They were all shrewd individuals and knew exactly what to do at this moment!
Lin Yu actually quite liked this unspoken tacit understanding among them.
Everyone knew what was going on in their hearts, but no one said a word.
The person asking the questions was even more clear on what kind of answers he wanted.
Lin Yu walked straight over to those two underlings and raised his hand, gesturing for them to stand up.
The two underlings looked at each other, seeing the fear in each other's eyes.
Wasn't everyone saying the same thing?
Why were they the ones being asked to stand up and answer?
Did they say something wrong?
"Boss, well... everything we said is true!"
"Yeah, did we miss something?"
"It really was a rich young master who told us to come to this parking lot to cause trouble for you."
"Yes, yes, yes. We absolutely aren't lying. We guarantee everything we said is the truth!"
Not only were they not lying.
At a time like this, they wouldn't dare to lie either!
Lin Yu was staring right at them. Everyone knew exactly what the consequences of lying would be.
Facing their apprehension, Lin Yu asked again:
"Don't be nervous. I know this has nothing to do with you guys."
"I really don't know that many young masters. Why don't you guys tell me..."
"What's the name of that young master?"
"Say it, and you can leave!"
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!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
