He Has Such Great Strength

Butler Wang pulled Lei Hui aside, "Mr. Lei, let’s step back for now."

Lei Hui frowned. "If we hide, what about the boss?"

A layer of worry clouded his expression.

These ten men, each one of them looked strong and intimidating—hardly easy to deal with.

The boss wouldn’t stand a chance against them.

He couldn’t afford to let anything happen to the boss. That brilliant mind of his—if he got hurt, it would be a huge loss for the company!

Besides, the boss was his benefactor.

Butler Wang chuckled in response. "Don’t worry. These men are no match for Young Master Lin. We just need to sit back and enjoy the show."

"Even if the boss is skilled, with so many of them, he’s bound to get hurt, isn’t he?" Lei Hui pressed, his brows still knitted.

"You’ll see soon enough."

Seeing Lei Hui hesitate, Butler Wang worried he might interfere and disrupt Lin Xuan’s performance.

Without another word, he hoisted Lei Hui over his shoulder and carried him away.

Lei Hui: "!!!"

Butler Wang looked old, frail, and refined—how could he effortlessly lift a grown man like him, weighing over 150 pounds?!

Old Liu noticed the people around Lin Xuan had all retreated to a distance.

Assuming they were scared and keeping their distance, he sneered.

"Lin Xuan, see that? Even the people you hired to protect you are afraid of us. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll surrender quietly and let us finish the job. That way, you might suffer less."

Lin Xuan scoffed. "Ever heard the saying ‘villains die from talking too much’? I suggest you save your breath and just come at me."

The sooner this was over, the sooner he could go back to Hua.

Old Liu, his face still swollen like a pig’s head from earlier, stepped forward.

"Just you?" Lin Xuan raised an eyebrow. "Let me give you some friendly advice—you’d better all come at once."

Whether it was one man or a whole group, the outcome would be the same: a brutal beating.

But at least this way, they’d have company in their misery, right?

Old Liu smirked confidently. "No need for the others. I alone am more than enough to deal with you."

"Then come on." Lin Xuan leisurely rolled up his sleeves.

"Yah—!"

Old Liu swung his fist and charged at Lin Xuan.

Lin Xuan simply watched him, unmoving.

Only when Old Liu was inches away did he finally react—lifting a foot lazily and tripping him.

Thud!

Old Liu crashed face-first into the ground, eating dirt.

When he lifted his head, his already bruised face was now streaked with two lines of blood from his nose.

The sight was downright pitiful.

"Pfft—!"

Lei Hui and the others couldn’t help but burst into laughter at Old Liu’s state.

Old Liu gritted his teeth. "Don’t celebrate yet! That was just a fluke!"

Damn it!

First, Lin Xuan made him believe there was a ghost, and now he’d made him faceplant in front of everyone.

This wasn’t over!

"If you want revenge, then keep coming." Lin Xuan taunted.

He’d expected these men to have some skill, but they were disappointingly weak.

At least the haunted house prank had been fun. Now, this would serve as a little extra entertainment.

Old Wang and the rest of the Black Snake Gang assumed Old Liu’s fall was just bad luck.

"Raaah—!"

Old Liu scrambled up and threw another punch at Lin Xuan, this time with all his might.

His muscular frame tensed, veins bulging as his shirt strained against his swelling muscles.

Lei Hui’s heart clenched for Lin Xuan.

This brute was terrifying—could the boss really handle him?

Meanwhile, Old Wang leaned back, smirking.

Old Liu was the strongest in their gang. There was no way Lin Xuan could withstand his strength.

Hmph. Lin Xuan’s done for.

Daring to play ghost and scare them? He brought this on himself.

"Yaaah—!"

Old Liu’s fist shot toward Lin Xuan’s nose, the force of it whipping up a gust of wind.

Just ten centimeters away—

Lin Xuan raised a hand and caught the punch mid-air.

Old Liu sneered. "With that scrawny body of yours, you think one hand can stop my punch? Ridiculous!"

Lin Xuan smirked. "Why don’t we find out?"

"Kid, arrogance isn’t a virtue," Old Liu spat. "I’ll teach you what happens when you get too cocky."

With that, he gathered his strength again, muscles bulging as he pushed his fist forward with all his might.

But soon, his expression twisted in shock.

What the—?

No matter how hard he strained, his fist wouldn’t budge an inch. Meanwhile, Lin Xuan looked completely at ease!

Could Lin Xuan really be stronger than him?!

The two remained locked in a stalemate.

Old Wang and the others frowned.

"Old Liu!" Old Wang barked. "Hurry up and finish him! He’s probably stalling for time—might’ve even called the cops already. Let’s wrap this up!"

Old Liu pushed harder, veins popping on his forehead, sweat pouring down his face.

But it was useless.

He couldn't move forward an inch!

Lin Xuan still wore a faint smile at the corner of his lips, not a single drop of sweat on him.

He looked completely at ease, as if handling nothing more than a piece of cotton.

Could it be that Lin Xuan’s strength far surpassed his own?

Lin Xuan had no patience to keep playing around with Old Liu. Suddenly, he stepped forward, closing in on Old Liu’s arm.

With a sharp twist—

"Ahhhh—!" A piercing scream tore from Old Liu’s throat.

Then, Lin Xuan lifted his foot and kicked hard against Old Liu’s chest.

Old Liu’s body flew backward like a kite with its string cut, slamming heavily into the wall before crumpling to the ground.

"Cough—cough—!"

Clutching his chest, Old Liu coughed violently, his face twisted in pain.

"Pfft—" Moments later, a mouthful of blood sprayed from his lips.

"This…"

Old Wang stared at Lin Xuan, his eyes wide with disbelief.

Wasn’t Lin Xuan just an ordinary entrepreneur—a student, at that? How could he be this formidable?

Even his strength surpassed Old Liu’s?

Lei Hui was equally stunned, his jaw hanging so wide it could’ve fit an entire duck egg.

"Butler Wang… our boss is this strong?" Lei Hui muttered in a daze.

To possess such business acumen, computer genius, and now martial prowess?

Good heavens, was he even human?

Butler Wang smiled and nodded.

The man their young mistress had set her heart on—of course he was extraordinary.

Lin Xuan raised a brow. "Now, will you all come at me together?"

Old Liu clenched his fists.

Old Liu had been their strongest fighter.

If even he was no match for Lin Xuan, none of them stood a chance alone. They had no choice but to attack together.