Lei Siren: "!!!"
Buzzcut Fatty: "???"
The two of them simply couldn't believe their ears.
How was Lin Yu's brain wired?
Was he even a normal person?!
Buzzcut Fatty, who was in the middle of negotiating, was especially baffled.
He spread his hands and said awkwardly:
"Brother Lin Yu, you... what do you mean by that?"
This time, Lin Yu didn't speak. Xia Yiwei, who had been watching the show for a while, joined in:
"What my boyfriend means is that he can't hit Lei Siren, so he wants you to do it."
Buzzcut Fatty looked at Xia Yiwei: "..."
He didn't understand why Lin Yu said that, not that he couldn't understand Chinese.
Xia Yiwei's explanation was basically no different from not explaining at all.
Buzzcut Fatty quickly let go of Lin Yu's hand and said in confusion:
"Brother Lin Yu, look, Young Master Lei and I have no grudges against each other..."
"Why would I hit him?"
"What I actually meant just now was..."
"What I just said should have been pretty straightforward, haha."
Buzzcut Fatty was practically rendered speechless.
He felt like he hadn't been beating around the bush at all!
Everything he said was in plain, straightforward language, so how could Lin Yu not understand?
Unless.
He was pretending not to understand on purpose, just to make fun of him!
Explaining something again to someone who is pretending to be asleep is still completely pointless.
Lin Yu still didn't say a word and just shot a glance at Xia Yiwei.
Having watched from the sidelines for so long and played the good girl for quite a while, Weiwei must have been holding back a lot.
How could Lin Yu not see that?
Naturally, he had to give Weiwei enough room to play her part and perform well.
Xia Yiwei pointed at Lin Yu and said:
"Big bro, are you implying that... my husband has a grudge against you?"
"Why do your principles have double standards?"
"When Lei Siren asks you for a favor, you can help."
"But when my husband asks you for a favor, you can't help, is that it?"
"If you won't give him this face, then what are you doing here playing the peacemaker?"
Lei Siren: "!!!"
Buzzcut Fatty: "!!!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Let alone those two antagonists.
Even Lin Yu was particularly shocked listening to her.
He had thought that if Weiwei had something to say, it would definitely be harsh.
He never expected.
That besides being harsh, it would actually make so much sense.
Trying to refute Xia Yiwei was no easy task.
Even when she didn't have reason on her side, she could still argue endlessly.
Now that she had reason on her side, the consequences were quite terrifying!
He had originally wanted to leave a good impression on both parties.
Now look at what happened.
He was completely checkmated by Xia Yiwei!
Even if Buzzcut Fatty were to back out now, it was impossible for Lin Yu to pretend nothing had happened.
You blabbered on for ages, and now you're not going to mediate?
Wouldn't that really mean he was only giving face to Lei Siren and not to Lin Yu?
A mediator must at least place the interests of both parties on an equal footing for it to be considered effective mediation.
Otherwise, it's just trying to smooth things over without resolving anything!
Buzzcut Fatty glanced at Lin Yu, and Lin Yu immediately took a step forward, cracking his knuckles and saying:
"Are you messing with me?"
"Didn't you say you came to advise me for my own good?"
"I've always hated people who mess with me the most in my life!"
"Even if I have to go to jail today, I will absolutely not let anyone who messes with me off the hook!"
Buzzcut Fatty waved his hands repeatedly, shrinking back to dodge.
"No, no, I didn't mean that at all!"
"How could I mess with you, Brother Lin Yu!"
"Then... then how about..."
Buzzcut Fatty looked helplessly at Lei Siren.
Lei Siren looked over with an astonished gaze, clearly questioning Buzzcut Fatty.
What kind of shitty plan is this?
What the hell do you mean?
Are you really planning to hit me!
Buzzcut Fatty winked and made faces, hoping Lei Siren would catch his drift.
The central idea was very clear, there was only one!
It was still better for Buzzcut Fatty to do it than for Lin Yu to make a move.
Given a choice, which one would Lei Siren prefer?
Such a straightforward look could be understood by outsiders, let alone the person involved.
Lei Siren took a deep breath.
Forget it.
Might as well make a desperate attempt.
Other than this method, he really couldn't think of any better idea.
He mustered his last shred of courage and took the initiative to say:
"Fatty, do it, let Brother Lin Yu vent his anger."
"I was wrong in this matter, and I deserve to be punished."
"You absolutely must not worry about me, must not go easy on me, and must not be afraid of hurting me!"
"Understood?"
"Otherwise, how will Brother Lin Yu's anger subside?"
Lei Siren sent over a series of secret signals, hoping Buzzcut Fatty would understand.
When he said "must not," he actually meant "must."
Just making it look convincing enough would be fine.
There was no need to actually risk his life!
As a result.
Lin Yu quietly walked up behind Buzzcut Fatty and whispered a few words in his ear.
Buzzcut Fatty's face turned extremely ugly.
In the end.
He couldn't help but nod, indicating that he would follow Lin Yu's instructions.
Buzzcut Fatty walked up to Lei Siren and pointed at his face:
"Young Master Lei, take off your glasses."
Lei Siren asked in horror:
"You're... you're going to hit my face?"
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
