Chapter Forty-Four: Do You Think He Dares to Come Over?

“He actually knows Secretary An!” Fan Fei’s mind was reeling with shock.

Yet, he refused to believe it.

After all, Lin Yi had always been a nobody in the class, while he himself was the little tyrant, the rich second generation.

Now, with Lin Yi flipping the tables and becoming the one in charge, he felt as if he’d swallowed a fly, the taste unbearable.

Fan Tianhang shot Fan Fei a glare before humbling himself, asking in a low, cautious tone, “Excuse me, who is Mr. Lin?”

His voice was so careful, as if afraid to disturb the other party.

Those who knew Fan Tianhang were left utterly stupefied, doubting their own ears or feeling as if they’d met an imposter.

After all, the man before them was the departmental general manager of Linda Group, a man of considerable power.

Lin Yi lifted his eyelids slightly and said, “That would be me.”

It was only then Fan Tianhang noticed Lin Yi sitting in the booth—youthful, that was the first impression, and then, ordinary.

But this very young man was enough to make Secretary An show deference and solemnly warn him: If you displease Mr. Lin, you can forget about being a department manager.

This alone made it clear—this young man before him was, in all likelihood, the mysterious executive currently causing a stir within the company.

His foolish son had not only failed to curry favor, but had instead stirred up trouble—wasn’t this just digging his own grave?

“Mr. Lin...” Fan Tianhang said respectfully.

Lin Yi glanced indifferently at Fan Tianhang. “You’ve raised a fine son. He just threatened to break both my legs.”

Fan Tianhang’s legs nearly buckled at that.

Forcing himself, he marched over to Fan Fei and, with a resounding slap, alternated between both cheeks, striking him more than ten times before finally turning back with a forced smile. “Mr. Lin, are you satisfied?”

Lin Yi said nothing, simply closing his eyes to rest.

Fan Tianhang’s expression darkened. He was displeased. After all, he had humbled himself, punished his own son severely, and yet Lin Yi showed not the slightest reaction—wasn’t that too much?

But, no matter his displeasure, he dared not voice it.

After ten seconds of silence, Lin Yi opened his eyes. “Break one of his legs. And I never want to see him again in Jiang Province.”

His voice was quiet but left no room for doubt.

Fan Tianhang gritted his teeth. “Mr. Lin, isn’t that going too far?”

Breaking his son’s leg meant Fan Fei would be crippled for life.

Fan Fei’s face turned ashen, and he clung to his father’s arm. “Dad, no, please, don’t!”

Fan Tianhang shot him a glare. If you hadn’t been stirring up trouble everywhere, would any of this have happened?

Lin Yi chuckled softly. “Too far? I don’t think so. After all, they just gave me two choices. So I’ll give you two as well.”

“One, break your son’s leg. Two, step down as general manager.”

With that, Lin Yi lost all interest.

The conditions had been set. The choice was Fan Tianhang’s.

Fan Tianhang’s chest burned with fury, but after a brief hesitation, he picked up a security baton that had fallen nearby.

“Dad, you can’t really be breaking my leg for him! He’s nobody, just a country bumpkin, a pauper!” Fan Fei shouted desperately.

“Son, you’ll just have to endure this pain.”

Setting his jaw, Fan Tianhang swung the baton down hard onto Fan Fei’s leg.

After more than ten blows, Fan Fei was left clutching his left leg, writhing in agony on the floor.

Yao Likun and Tan Long didn’t dare make a sound.

“Mr. Lin, are you satisfied now?” Fan Tianhang asked, his face stone cold.

“You’re a smart man. Remember, if I ever see him in Jiang Province again, I’ll break his other leg myself,” Lin Yi replied, his eyes glacial.

Fan Tianhang said, “Rest assured, Mr. Lin. I’ll send him abroad immediately and never let him return.”

Lin Yi nodded.

Chu Na, standing to the side, was already dumbfounded. She never imagined that this unremarkable man was so formidable.

To her, Fan Tianhang was a mountain she could never hope to climb.

And yet, he was bowing and scraping before Lin Yi.

But wasn’t Lin Yi just a home tutor? How could he possess such terrifying influence?

“Chu Na, didn’t you want to join Linda Group? I can let you in directly, but you’ll have to start at the bottom,” Lin Yi said to her.

Chu Na hesitated for a moment, then couldn’t help but ask, “Lin Yi, who are you, really?”

“I am the director of Linda Group’s Jiang Province branch,” Lin Yi answered, his gaze unwavering.

“What?” Chu Na clapped a hand over her mouth, unable to believe it. The mysterious executive everyone gossiped about was Lin Yi?

It was simply unbelievable.

Yao Likun and Tan Long exchanged a glance, both feeling a chill run down their spines.

Fan Fei, upon hearing Lin Yi confirm his identity, was so overcome—whether from pain or anger—it was hard to say, but he fainted then and there.

Lin Yi stood with his hands behind his back and smiled faintly. “Now do you believe me?”

“I do,” Chu Na nodded.

Lin Yi then turned to Fan Tianhang. “See to this matter.”

“Yes, of course,” Fan Tianhang replied hastily.

Finally, Lin Yi’s gaze landed on Tan Long and Yao Likun.

Both men’s hearts tightened—they knew their reckoning was due.

Although Linda Group was unrelated to their family businesses, if someone really wanted to squeeze them, it would be well within their power.

Lin Yi said, “You two like to drink, don’t you? Each of you finish two bottles of whiskey, and I’ll let this go.”

“We understand.”

Neither dared protest; hadn’t Fan Fei just had his leg broken?

Suddenly, a voice full of malice rang out at the door. “Who is this, with such a big mouth?”

Everyone looked over to see a striking young man stride in. Behind him trailed several bodyguards in black, each one impressively strong, the most formidable having reached the ninth level of the innate realm.

“Master Song!”

Tan Long and Yao Likun’s eyes lit up, as if they’d just seen their savior.

“So it’s you two.” Song Qi cast a disdainful glance their way, then fixed his eyes on Lin Yi. “I wondered who it could be. Isn’t this Yu Jia’s boyfriend? Making trouble in my place, are you?”

He hadn’t forgotten how Lin Yi had snapped his wrist at the Yang family’s house. If not for his own family’s resources and some remarkable medicine, his hand would have been ruined for good.

So, when enemies meet, hatred burns even hotter.

Lin Yi ignored Song Qi, his gaze cold as he looked at Tan Long and Yao Likun. “You have five minutes to drink.”

The two looked imploringly at Song Qi.

Song Qi’s face darkened. He sneered, “With me here today, let’s see who dares force you.”

On the way over, he’d already seen Tan Long’s message.

Even he was a little surprised—he hadn’t expected Lin Yi to be the director of Linda Group’s Jiang Province branch.

But so what? The Song family hadn’t been established here for just a year or two—they were true local overlords.

If Linda Group’s headquarters were here, he might have to show restraint. But as it was only a branch office, their family had nothing to fear.

“Thank you, Master Song.”

With Song Qi’s backing, the two men’s courage returned.

Lin Yi shook his head and asked once more, “Are you sure you won’t drink?”

“If you want to drink, do it yourself.”

They weren’t fools—two bottles would land them in the hospital.

Lin Yi said nothing more. To outsiders, it looked as if he was cowed by Song Qi.

Song Qi swaggered over with his bodyguards, leaning in to mutter coldly, “Lin Yi, don’t think that with a little backing you can throw your weight around in Jiang Province. Let me tell you: if I want to deal with you, there are plenty of ways.”

He was threatening Lin Yi.

The Song family might not be all-powerful, but their influence was enough to make the province tremble.

“I hear you have a sister, and a real beauty at that. What if I were to...”

Before Song Qi could finish, he saw Lin Yi’s eyes turn pitch-black, utterly devoid of light.

A chill seized Song Qi’s heart, but he quickly dismissed the thought. No matter how good Lin Yi was at fighting, could he possibly win against the innate master by his side?

With that, Song Qi gave a sinister smile. “Kneel and beg for mercy, Lin Yi. Maybe I’ll spare the people around you. Otherwise...”

“Otherwise what?” Lin Yi’s voice was devoid of warmth as he reached out and gripped Song Qi’s throat.

“C-crack—let me go!” Song Qi found himself lifted off the ground, feet kicking helplessly.

The bodyguards tensed instantly.

“Let him go, and I’ll make it quick for you,” the strongest, a ninth-stage adept, said in a low voice.

“Brother Bo—help me!” Song Qi was already rolling his eyes.

Seeing this, “Brother Bo” knew he could wait no longer. Like a leopard, he lunged at Lin Yi, his fist cutting the air with such force that even those several meters away could feel their cheeks stinging.

Fan Tianhang’s eyes lit up—inwardly, he thought, if Lin Yi died here, at least it would avenge his son.

But—

Lin Yi merely glanced at the man and met his punch head-on.

Bang!

“Brother Bo” didn’t even last a second; he was sent flying over ten meters before crashing to the ground, his fate uncertain.

Everyone’s hearts trembled in fear—a man sent flying so far with a single punch? This wasn’t some action movie.

Song Qi’s own heart went cold. The innate ninth-stage master he’d pinned his hopes on had been dispatched in a single blow.

Everyone knew that even a single innate expert could establish a powerful family in the city.

Even the mighty Song family had only a handful at this level.

“Don’t—don’t kill me! My father is Song Yu!” Song Qi pleaded desperately, playing his last card.

Fan Tianhang added anxiously, “Mr. Lin, if you kill Master Song, none of us will escape unscathed.”

“Song Yu? Let’s see if he even dares come here,” Lin Yi replied coldly.