Chapter Ninety-Two: Mr. Lin, Spare My Life

Bang.

The two bodyguards were sent flying backward and crashed down beside Zhao Pansheng.

"Ah!" Secretary Li shrieked, startled by the two men suddenly hurtling through the air.

It all happened too fast, and everyone around stood there dumbfounded.

They had assumed that Lin Yi would be the one getting a brutal lesson, after all, those two bodyguards did not look like ordinary men.

But who could have imagined that this seemingly delicate young man would be so formidable?

Chen Sen's mind was a little blank. Was this still the Lin Yi he knew?

All along, Lin Yi had seemed ordinary and steady to him, and nothing else. The kind of person who could be lost in a crowd and forgotten the next second.

Yet Lin Yi's display now left him utterly astonished.

"Lin... Lin Yi, is it really you?" Chen Sen asked in disbelief.

"If not me, then who else?" Lin Yi said with a light smile.

"No, I mean... you haven't been possessed by some ancient monster or anything, have you?" Chen Sen asked cautiously.

Lin Yi replied, "If I were possessed by some old monster, how could I still remember you?"

"Well, that's true."

Chen Sen scratched his head, then suddenly blurted out, "Lin Yi, you need to leave right now. Zhao Pansheng has quite a bit of influence in Lan City, and he keeps a lot of thugs under him."

"Not a problem."

Lin Yi smiled faintly. A few petty thugs were not even worth a second glance.

With that, he strode toward Zhao Pansheng again.

Zhao Pansheng stepped back warily. He knew very well how strong his bodyguards were; ordinary gangs of three or four hoodlums would not stand a chance against them.

And yet they had all been brought down in an instant. No wonder he was afraid.

"You brat, you actually dare to hit me? Do you know who I am?" Zhao Pansheng said, forcing himself to look calm despite the fear in his heart.

Better to lose face than the fight. If he bowed his head to Lin Yi, how would he ever hold his ground in Lan City again?

"I know. You're Zhao Pansheng, the owner of Brilliant Construction Company," Lin Yi said flatly.

Zhao Pansheng said in a deep voice, "Since you know who I am, how dare you oppose me? If you're sensible, leave now. Otherwise..."

He had not finished when Lin Yi swung his hand back and slapped him.

Smack.

Zhao Pansheng's face instantly swelled red and purple, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth.

Combined with his filthy appearance, he looked like a beggar cast out onto the streets.

How dare he hit me?

Zhao Pansheng's eyes turned bloodshot. When Lin Yi kicked him, he had not been this enraged.

But now he had been slapped in the face in front of everyone. His fury surged to the limit, and he wished he could tear Lin Yi apart and swallow him alive.

"Ah, I want you dead!" Zhao Pansheng roared furiously.

The only answer he got was another slap.

Smack.

His other cheek puffed up as well.

Lin Yi said, "I only hit you once, and you're already this angry. Have you ever thought about how those you beat must have felt?"

"They're all trash. Hitting them was their good fortune," Zhao Pansheng said without the slightest sense of guilt.

His words made everyone present somewhat uncomfortable, but no one dared say a thing. Zhao Pansheng was infamous in Lan City, and nobody wanted to provoke this bully.

Chen Sen clenched his fists tightly as well. He had endured who knew how many beatings for the sake of this job, only to find that in Zhao Pansheng's eyes, he was nothing but garbage.

"Heh. What a fine bit of trash."

Lin Yi sneered, then asked, "Who is backing you?"

Since Zhao Pansheng looked down on everyone else, Lin Yi did not mind crushing every shred of his arrogance.

Zhao Pansheng had never seen anyone this arrogant before. He let out a cold laugh. "Do you know Second Master Wang? He's from the Wang family of Jiang Province."

Lin Yi fell briefly silent. Second Master Wang—Wang Tong—how could he not know him?

Last time at the Golden Splendor Hotel, Wang Tong had even wanted Dong Wenwen to keep him company.

Sure enough, those two were truly birds of a feather, colluding in evil.

Seeing Lin Yi fall silent, Zhao Pansheng assumed he was scared and said with great arrogance, "Kid, what now? Afraid? Weren't you acting so tough just now? Why have you suddenly gone limp?"

The Wang family was no longer what it once had been. Even the top ten families of Jiang Province had to show them some respect.

Lin Yi was just a small-town commoner. What did he have to fight the Wang family with?

Did he really think that knowing a bit of martial arts made him invincible? Let me tell you, this is a society ruled by money and power.

Lin Yi looked sharply at Zhao Pansheng and took out his phone to call Wang Yang.

"Hello. Have Wang Tong come here within ten minutes."

After leaving those words, Lin Yi hung up.

Zhao Pansheng thought the name Wang Tong sounded familiar. After a moment's thought, he realized that Wang Tong was the full name of Second Master Wang.

But he absolutely did not believe Lin Yi truly had the ability to summon Second Master Wang. Most likely, he was just trying to frighten him.

Chen Sen stepped forward and said in a low voice, "Lin Yi, let's go quickly. Second Master Wang is a man of the Wang family, with power that reaches the heavens. We can't afford to provoke him."

The others were also uniformly pessimistic about Lin Yi. Things were bad now—his attempt to act big had run straight into a wall, and he had even forced Zhao Pansheng to reveal his backer.

"It's fine. Sit down and have a meal together," Lin Yi said carelessly.

Seated at the table, Chen Sen felt deeply ill at ease.

Seeing his childhood friend like this, Li Xiaonan could not help but laugh. "Don't worry. With Lin Yi here, nothing will happen."

"What do you know? That's Second Master Wang," Chen Sen said, shaking his head. He only thought Li Xiaonan was too young to understand the Wang family's influence.

Lin Yi, seeing this, said nothing more and simply told the waiter to bring the food quickly.

Ten minutes later, a black Hummer pulled up at the entrance of Fisherman's Delight.

Secretary Li hurriedly tugged at Zhao Pansheng and said, "Boss, look—could that be Second Master Wang's car?"

Zhao Pansheng looked over and was startled. "It really is."

"Boss, could that kid really have been calling Second Master Wang just now?" Secretary Li asked fearfully.

If that were true, then how terrifying would Lin Yi's background have to be? With a single sentence, he could make Wang Tong rush over like a dog on a leash.

That thought flashed through Zhao Pansheng's mind as well, but he quickly shook his head and said, "Impossible. How could a bumpkin know someone like Second Master Wang?"

"Then why did Second Master Wang come?" Secretary Li asked, puzzled.

"This place has pretty good food. I used to eat here often with Second Master Wang. Most likely he was just passing by this time and came in for a meal," Zhao Pansheng said confidently.

Secretary Li thought that made sense.

Click.

The car door opened, and Wang Tong got out, almost jogging all the way inside.

Zhao Pansheng hurriedly tried to curry favor. "Second Master Wang..."

But Wang Tong did not even look at him, which made Zhao Pansheng extremely awkward. He was bold enough to act arrogantly toward others, but in front of Wang Tong, he did not dare let out even a fart.

Wang Tong went straight to Lin Yi's side and said respectfully, "Mr. Lin."

Lin Yi said, "Stand over there and wait a moment."

"Yes, yes, it was my fault for disturbing Mr. Lin's meal," Wang Tong said carefully.

Since the last time the old master had summoned him and given him a dressing-down, he had understood just how terrifying this young man before him truly was.

Everyone was stunned by Wang Tong's words.

They had all heard Zhao Pansheng's boast earlier. The man before them was indeed Second Master Wang.

Yet now, seeing Second Master Wang in this posture, he looked like nothing more than the most loyal lackey.

Zhao Pansheng was completely dumbstruck, and a deep, bone-chilling fear rose in his heart.

Chen Sen stared, slack-jawed. He felt that his childhood friend was becoming more and more mysterious.

Not only was he a master of martial arts, he could even make Second Master Wang treat him with such reverence.

"Lin Yi, who exactly are you?" Chen Sen asked in a hoarse voice.

"Just a teacher. But some people prefer to call me Mr. Lin, or Master Lin," Lin Yi said with a faint smile.

Chen Sen did not quite understand what sort of answer that was.

Mr. Lin was such an ordinary title; many places would address someone as sir.

But...

Thunk.

As soon as Lin Yi finished speaking, the two bodyguards who had been standing beside Chen Sen suddenly dropped to their knees and began banging their heads on the floor.

"Mr. Lin, spare our lives!"

The two of them were both trained hands, and through their network of friends they had heard about the battle at Dragon-Tiger Cliff.

Back then, Lin Yi had shattered the Snake King, a grandmaster, with a single punch and stunned all the martial artists at Dragon-Tiger Cliff.

No wonder that person seemed vaguely familiar. He was Master Lin.

At this moment, they only felt their limbs go icy cold.

Lin Yi ignored them. They did not dare stop either. Their foreheads were split open, blood streaming down, but they kept kowtowing with all their strength.

Only after several minutes did Lin Yi finish eating at an unhurried pace.

He looked at the two bodyguards and said, "Get lost."

"Yes, yes, thank you, Mr. Lin."

The two of them did not dare hesitate even a fraction, and hurriedly fled without daring to look back.

Lin Yi strode up to Zhao Pansheng, with Wang Tong following behind him and deliberately keeping one step back.

That meant Wang Tong was treating Lin Yi as his master.

"Second... Second Master Wang..." Zhao Pansheng called out bitterly.

But Wang Tong did not even give him a proper glance.

Lin Yi said calmly, "I say you're trash now. Do you object?"

"I don't. I don't object," Zhao Pansheng said, nodding. Even his greatest backer had become like a subordinate. What reason did he have to object?

Lin Yi asked again, "Then I slapped you a few times. Are you unhappy about it?"

"No. It was only right for Mr. Lin to hit me," Zhao Pansheng said in a low voice.

Lin Yi finally said, "Then good. I want to drive you into ruin. Any complaints?"

Zhao Pansheng's eyes reddened again. Lin Yi was trying to ruin him completely.

Since you want to make my life miserable, then even if I can't take your life, I'll still make you pay a price.

"No..."

Before Zhao Pansheng could finish, he pulled a small knife from his pocket.

For someone like him, even with a few bodyguards around, he still did not feel safe. A dagger for self-defense was naturally something he carried on him at all times.

Clutching the knife, Zhao Pansheng drove it viciously toward Lin Yi's heart. At such close range, he did not believe Lin Yi could dodge.

The others were all startled by Zhao Pansheng's sudden frenzy.

"Hmph."

Lin Yi gave a faint snort, brought two fingers together, and caught the blade between them.

With a sharp exertion of force, there came a crack, and the little knife broke in two.

Then Lin Yi kicked Zhao Pansheng flying, sending him crashing to the ground, where he thrashed in pain. He struggled to get up, but after several attempts, it was useless.

A layer of cold sweat broke out on Wang Tong's forehead. He had been frightened by Zhao Pansheng. To think he would court death by trying to harm Mr. Lin.

Your own death is one thing, but do not drag me into it.

Lin Yi looked at Wang Tong sharply and said, "I don't want to see this man again. How you handle him is your business."

Wang Tong immediately promised, "Rest assured, Mr. Lin. Leave this little matter to me."