As soon as those words were shouted out, all the hooligans' eyes instantly focused on Lei Siren.
If one person shouted Lei Siren's name, it could be called slander.
If two people shouted it, it could be called collusion.
But if six people shouted it together...
Then there was nothing left to say!
It could only mean that it really was him.
Lin Yu deliberately put on a shocked expression and turned his head to look at Lei Siren.
At the same time, he walked toward him step by step.
At this moment, only one thought echoed in Lei Siren's mind...
Screwed!
Completely screwed!
There was not a single shred of possibility left to explain his way out of this.
The simultaneous testimony of six people left Lei Siren with absolutely no way to retreat.
Buzzcut Fatty covered his face and lowered his head, knowing that nothing he said could salvage the current situation.
He could only leave Young Master Lei to fend for himself!
Xia Yiwei cooperated exceptionally well.
Upon hearing Lei Siren's name, she quickly let go of his arm and distanced herself from him.
Lei Siren: "???"
Why didn't you let go earlier?
Now your reaction is pretty fast!
Watching Lin Yu approach step by step, Lei Siren felt his legs go uncontrollably weak.
Run?
His dead legs couldn't run at all!
"Lin Yu, wait, wait, wait... Hear me out first..."
"There's a misunderstanding here, this situation, it, it, it..."
Lei Siren waved his hands subconsciously, still trying to put up a struggle.
His already low-IQ brain worked in overdrive, trying hard to think of an explanation.
Even if there was only a tiny sliver of hope, he couldn't just give up easily!
Lin Yu raised his hand and said coldly to Lei Siren:
"Go on, keep making things up."
"Let me hear what kind of excuse you can invent to stop me from beating you up."
Lei Siren's lips trembled continuously; he was clearly scared out of his wits.
Xia Yiwei took the opportunity to rub salt in the wound:
"Lei Siren! I used to think you just had low emotional intelligence, but that you were still quite kind at heart."
"I really never expected you to be this kind of person!"
"How did Lin Yu offend you? Why did you do this?"
Lei Siren: "..."
At a time like this, did she really have to kick him while he was down?
Seeing Lin Yu right in front of him, the desperate Lei Siren had no choice but to raise his hand and slap himself across the face.
Hitting himself was better than letting Lin Yu do it.
The slap was extremely loud, out of fear that Lin Yu wouldn't find it satisfying enough.
Afterward, he put on a look of sincere repentance and said:
"Brother Lin Yu, I was momentarily possessed. I wanted to compete with you for Weiwei, to win her favor."
"That's why I... that's why..."
"I was wrong, I was completely and utterly wrong. I promise there won't be a next time!"
To show the sincerity of his apology, Lei Siren followed up with another slap on the other side of his face.
Lin Yu crossed his arms over his chest, coldly watching Lei Siren's self-punishment.
He said lightly:
"So it was you secretly trying to harm me, finding eight or nine guys to beat me up?"
"Then the punch I took shouldn't be blamed on the chubby guy."
Lei Siren trembled and took two steps back, almost falling on his rear.
However, his current appearance was worse than just falling to the ground.
When the heart endures true terror, the commands sent from the brain to the body simply cannot be overridden by human will.
Lei Siren turned into a saxophone-playing sunflower, twisting and swaying awkwardly in place.
It seemed as though if someone just went up and gave him a gentle push, he would fall apart on the spot.
"Brother Lin Yu... Bro Yu... My health really isn't good. My family says I've been weak since I was a kid..."
"For Weiwei's sake, could you just... just let me off this one time?"
"Weiwei, we've known each other for so many years, you... hurry up and put in a good word for me with Bro Yu."
Buzzcut Fatty was such a sturdy guy.
Yet after being kicked by Lin Yu, the trajectory of him flying through the air was absolutely terrifying!
Lei Siren asked himself honestly.
How could his own physique possibly compare to Buzzcut Fatty's?
This was a matter of life and death!
No matter what, he couldn't afford to take a beating from Lin Yu, even if it meant groveling and begging Weiwei.
However, Xia Yiwei pointed at herself and said:
"Lei Siren, haven't you forgotten..."
"When Lin Yu gets mad, he even hits me."
Upon hearing this, Lei Siren's expression turned even uglier.
Right!
How could he have forgotten about that?
How could a violent maniac who could beat up his own girlfriend at any given moment possibly give his girlfriend any face?
At the critical moment, Buzzcut Fatty struggled over.
He extended a helping hand to their financial backer, Young Master Lei Siren.
Facing a terrifying opponent like Lin Yu, Buzzcut Fatty originally hadn't wanted to come over again.
But it was because of the stupidity of his subordinates that Lei Siren's identity had been exposed.
If this matter reached the boss's ears, would there still be a place for him in the gang?
Was this just a matter of whether Lei Siren got beaten up or not?
This was a matter of his livelihood!
If things went wrong, he might lose his dinner... his livelihood today!
If he could step forward and help Lei Siren out of this predicament even a little bit right now.
Even if he didn't get credit for success, he would at least get credit for trying, right?
Maybe then.
The boss's anger...
Would only be taken out on the underlings!
Buzzcut Fatty took a deep breath, raising his hand to interrupt the conversation between Lin Yu and Lei Siren:
"This brother named Lin Yu, may I say a fair word?"
Lin Yu looked at Buzzcut Fatty with great amusement.
Fine, fine, fine.
After saying a line like that, it basically meant he was about to start taking sides!
Lin Yu was actually quite curious to hear what kind of biased reasoning Buzzcut Fatty's big, fat head could come up with.
He didn't stop Buzzcut Fatty, allowing him to continue.
"Brother Lin Yu, ordinary people really can't withstand your punches and kicks."
"Look at Lei Si... Young Master Lei, he definitely doesn't fight normally. If you beat him up..."
"You might really get slapped with an intentional assault lawsuit!"
Listening to Buzzcut Fatty's words, Lei Siren felt the angle was a bit bizarre.
But bringing up the law might actually work!
Even if a professional boxer was a violent maniac, he couldn't be an outlaw, right?
He hurriedly chimed in:
"Yes, yes, yes, there's really no need for us to get involved in a lawsuit over such a trivial matter."
"It's not worth it, it's really not worth it!"
Lin Yu clapped his hands and looked at Buzzcut Fatty excitedly:
"Makes sense! That makes a lot of sense!"
In his excitement, Lin Yu stepped forward and directly grasped Buzzcut Fatty's hands.
Even Buzzcut Fatty himself was startled!
Was it really going this smoothly?
He had thought there would be more arguing and had even prepared a second set of arguments.
In the end.
He didn't need to use it at all. Did the negotiation just end happily like this?
What boxer? He was just a meathead!
With a little bit of brainpower, he had handled him on the spot.
He had been too cautious before, almost treating him like a normal person.
Lei Siren followed suit and breathed a sigh of relief.
He also hadn't expected the crisis to be resolved so suddenly.
The law was indeed powerful!
While the two were shaking hands, Lin Yu caught them off guard by saying:
"Fatty, you made a good point."
"I really can't lay a hand on Young Master Lei..."
"But you can!"
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.”
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
