Chapter 0148

Today, if he didn’t fight back, Wang Delao would lose everything.

But if he took the risk, there might still be a sliver of hope.

Luo Yao stared at the disgusting men around her, her mood growing increasingly frenzied.

“Heh… You… All! Of! You! Will! Die!”

Liu Meng suddenly noticed Lin Ran standing frozen at the entrance and quickly nudged Luo Yao.

Frowning, Luo Yao glanced in that direction—and instantly froze.

“Yao Yao!”

Lin Ran’s voice pulled Luo Yao back from the brink of her rampage.

She blinked, looking down at the dagger in her hand.

In an instant, the dagger vanished.

“A-Ran, you finally came to save me. If you hadn’t shown up, I would’ve been bullied.”

Bullied by them?

From what I saw, it looked like you were the one doing the bullying.

Lin Ran couldn’t help but laugh inwardly, though he could only indulge her.

He walked over and gently tucked a stray lock of hair behind her ear, disheveled from the earlier scuffle.

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”

Luo Yao nodded, her eyes brimming with pitiful grievance.

Liu Meng watched in stunned silence.

The same Luo Yao who had nearly lost control just moments ago had now transformed into a meek, wronged wife—all because Lin Ran had appeared?

This… This was beyond unbelievable.

A murderous glint flashed in Lin Ran’s eyes as he slowly scanned the room.

“Brother Wang, find a few ‘enthusiasts’ to entertain this father and son.”

Then he turned to Liu Meng.

“Assistant Liu, I want the Wang family erased from the capital before sunrise. No matter the cost.”

Liu Meng shuddered.

Was this really Lin Ran?

It felt surreal.

His ruthlessness was on par with Luo Yao’s.

Luo Yao’s eyes sparkled—she was utterly captivated by this side of him.

“President Luo…”

“A-Ran has spoken. Why aren’t you moving?”

“Yes.”

Sweat dripped down Liu Meng’s forehead as she cursed herself for being an idiot.

Of course, Lin Ran’s word carried the same weight as Luo Yao’s—no, even more. Because this was Lin Ran.

When the well-trained bodyguards swarmed in, Wang Delao knew he was finished.

The men he had hired from a security company were no match for Lin Ran’s elite team—the difference was obvious even to him.

Lin Ran’s earlier commands had exuded the authority of a king. Wang Delao didn’t doubt his capability, not when even Luo Yao obeyed him.

Even without this man, his odds were slim.

But he wasn’t one to surrender without a fight.

He glared at Lin Ran. “Who are you? What did this woman offer you to help her? I’ll double it.”

Lin Ran stared coldly at Wang Delao, then at Wang Qijiu writhing on the floor.

“Who I am doesn’t matter. In my world, no one gets to lay a finger on my Luo Yao.” He stepped closer, his voice rising in fury.

“No! One!”

A chill ran down Wang Delao’s spine.

The rage radiating from this man felt like it could crush him alive.

Realizing his fate was sealed, he turned to his own stunned men.

“Listen, that woman is Luo Yao of Luo Corporation. We’ve already crossed her. If we don’t take her down now, none of us will walk away unscathed.”

The bodyguards exchanged glances—but none moved.

Were they joking? Sure, they outnumbered the opposition, but it was clear they stood no chance.

The young master alone had brought over twenty bodyguards, all of whom looked like they could snap a man in half—and that wasn’t even counting Luo Yao’s personal guards.

And now they knew—the woman before them was the heiress of the top financial empire.

Who in their right mind would dare touch her?

“President Luo, Young Master, we’re just temps. Please, let us go—we’re nobodies.”

“Yeah, we’ll hand Wang Delao over to you. We’re just hired help, not part of the Wang family.”

“Wang Delao dug his own grave. He deserves this.”

Wang Delao was dumbstruck.

After spending a fortune on these men, they betrayed him without hesitation.

“You—You—”

Before he could finish, something cold and metallic pressed against his back.

“Be a good boy and do as our young master says,” Wang Bao sneered, leaving no room for argument.

Wang Delao trembled, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.

A gun? In broad daylight? Just how brazen were these people?

“Young Master, President Luo… I admit defeat today. Spare me, and I’ll hand over half of Wang Corporation as compensation.”

Lin Ran narrowed his eyes, stepping closer.

“You think I care about your pocket change?”

With a flick of his wrist, Wang Bao handed him a telescopic baton—and in the next moment, Lin Ran became a nightmare incarnate.

“Ah—!”

Lin Ran struck relentlessly, roaring, “How dare you bully my wife! How dare you hit someone and not apologize!”

One strike. Two. Three. Until Wang Delao was a bloodied mess, too broken to scream.

Lin Ran tossed the baton aside, rolling his neck—he was genuinely tired now.

Wang Qijiu watched in horror, momentarily forgetting his own pain.

“D-Dad…”

Lin Ran turned to him. Wang Qijiu scrambled backward in terror, a wet stain spreading across his pants.

Only now did true regret sink in.

He had provoked Luo Yao—and awakened this monster.

“Spare me… Please…”

Lin Ran stomped on Wang Qijiu’s hand, silencing his cries.

“Oh? Swollen fingers? Which one touched my wife?”

Wang Qijiu couldn’t even whimper.

“No answer? Then don’t blame me.”

Lin Ran’s polished shoe came down again and again on the shattered fingers until Wang Qijiu nearly passed out.

Luo Yao watched, her admiration unconcealed.

So A-Ran could be this ruthless too?

And yet—she loved it.

She had loved the gentle, harmless Lin Ran. Now, she loved this brutal, violent Lin Ran just as much.

She loved every version of him.

“Brother Wang, clean up the rest. And don’t forget—find those ‘enthusiasts.’ Since they love harassing people, let them experience what it’s really like.”

“Understood, Young Master Lin.”

As Wang Bao dragged the two away, the room fell dead silent.

Even Liu Meng, accustomed to Luo Yao’s usual madness, was speechless.

Truly, birds of a feather flock together.