Chapter 183: Must Never Be an Enemy

Inside the cufflink that fell to the ground, the laser-engraved "XQ" letters flickered in the sunlight; it was the serial number of the batch of custom jewelry stolen from the Xuanyuan Group three years ago.

The crisp sound of slapping echoed one after another outside the tax hall, and Lin Yu responded to the other party's vulgar language with action. When Zheng Xuecheng spat out filthy words for the third time, the young man backhanded another loud slap.

"Can you speak normally?" Lin Yu shook his numb palm, his cold gaze locked on the other party's swollen cheeks, "If you haven't learned how to communicate normally yet, I can continue to teach you."

Zheng Xuecheng staggered and supported the pillar, curses that hadn't been spoken rolling in his throat. Only now did he realize the mistake of coming alone—Xiao Yang and Lü Xiaowan had actually hidden the fact that the other party had helpers.

"Do you know who you've offended?" Zheng Xuecheng squeezed out a threat through his teeth, the burning pain on his left cheek stimulating his nerves, "Give me half an hour..."

"Calling for reinforcements, are you?" Lin Yu glanced at his watch, his mouth hooking into a mocking arc, "I'll give you forty minutes, let me see who in Huacheng dares to stand up for you."

Zheng Xuecheng, hiding behind the pillar, dialed his address book while trembling. Long Qingyue was reviewing documents when he received the call; hearing the news that his friend had been humiliated at the tax bureau, the pupils behind his glasses shrank suddenly.

"Call all those young masters in the south of the city." Long Qingyue instructed his assistant while tying his tie, his fingertips drawing a special number on his phone screen, "Brother Wu, Zheng Dashao needs a beautiful rescue; if this is done well, I will personally cover your daughter's medical expenses."

At the same time, Zheng Xuecheng was dialing another key phone call: "Third Uncle, I was maliciously attacked at the tax bureau. The other party claimed that the entire Huacheng can't do anything to him, and even the Capital must look at their faces."

Lin Yu looked coldly at Zheng Xuecheng inciting the crowd, his mouth hooking into a playful arc.

Although this playboy was full of absurd words, unexpectedly, seven parts of truth were mixed into his lies.

"President Liu, you claimed in Longcheng that you could handle both black and white paths!" Zheng Xuecheng spat at the phone, "Now the brothers have fallen at the entrance of the tax bureau, I give you ten minutes to bring people over!"

Before the words were finished, Xuanyuan Qing's clenched fists had turned pale. The carefully designed scam from last year surfaced again; Lü Xiaonan had used the excuse of a birthday to trick her into a bar, and if she hadn't been quick-witted enough to create a conflict and call the police to escape, the consequences would have been unimaginable.

What was even more ironic was that in the police station, more than a dozen false witnesses had unanimously slandered her as a hostess, eventually causing her to be detained for five days, almost ruining her studies.

Xuanyuan Qing looked worriedly at the calm Lin Yu, who just gave her a reassuring look.

From the moment they walked out of Miao Street, three forces had been following them like shadows: Rong Sect disciples hidden in the city, Tang Sect secret guards hidden in the eaves, and a group of unidentified followers lurking on the side. The moment Zheng Xuecheng was slapped, several carrier pigeons had quietly risen from the crowd.

Within ten minutes, Zheng Xuecheng dialed several calls in succession, his arrogant momentum rising with the arrival of reinforcements: "It's too late to beg for mercy now; today, not only will I make you pay double, I'll also take your cheap life."

Before the words were finished, a pebble suddenly flew out from the dark. This seemingly casual throw was actually the single-point pulse-sealing method from the Rong Sect's unique skill "Locking," accurately hitting the Jianjing point.

Zheng Xuecheng felt the world spinning, staggering and falling into a dog-eat-dog position, the bloody smell mixed with dust choking him until he was crying and snotting.

"Which bastard!" The angry scolding had just come out, but remembering the pain of the slap earlier, he swallowed it back alive.

Xiao Yang wanted to step forward to help, but was pushed away by him: "Get lost!"

Struggling to support his body, his vision went black again, and the whole person fell heavily like a marionette.

After several failed struggles, the arrogant young master simply lay on the ground and pretended to be dead, looking like a dried salted fish.

About five minutes later, Zheng Xuecheng managed to support himself from the ground. At this time, Long Qingyue and Wu Tai, who had rushed over, were shocked to gasp; the usually arrogant Zheng Young Master was now covered in bruises, his expensive custom suit stained with dust.

"Damn it, which blind person dared to move Zheng Young Master." Long Qingyue hurriedly supported the swaying wounded man, turning his head to shout at the iron-tower-like man behind him: "Old Wu, if we don't abolish the four limbs of the culprit today, none of us will have the face to mix in the world!"

Wu Tai heard this and immediately clenched his bowl-sized fists, actually roaring at the onlookers: "Who did it? Roll out and accept the punishment yourself."

This absurd request immediately triggered a burst of boos, and a few young people even whistled: "Still acting like the old society? Are the helpers Zheng Young Master hired from a theater troupe?"

"Are you here to help or make trouble?" Zheng Xuecheng kicked Long Qingyue in anger, and the latter apologized with a smile:

"Zheng Young Master, calm down, although this Wu Tai is a bit stiff, his kung fu is the real deal. Last year, a Siberian tiger escaped and hurt people, and he broke the tiger's neck with his bare hands."

This statement triggered another burst of boos, only Lin Yu looked solemn. He noticed that although Wu Tai looked honest, his neck was as thick as a rhinoceros, and his arms naturally formed a defensive posture when hanging down, clearly the instinct honed by years of actual combat.

"It's this kid!" Zheng Xuecheng suddenly pointed at Lin Yu, his eyes bursting with malice: "Abolish him, two million will be transferred immediately."

"Thank you for the reward, Zheng Young Master!" Brilliance burst into Wu Tai's eyes, and before the words were finished, he shot out like a cannonball.

Lin Yu only felt the wind blowing in his face, and at the critical moment, he dodged to the side, his sleeve actually being torn by the fist wind.

"Good skill!" Wu Tai laughed loudly, his offensive changing suddenly to take the lower plate. Lin Yu tapped his acupuncture points with lightning speed, but felt the muscles undulating like waves, and the explosion of joints actually forcibly broke through the acupuncture point blockade.

Lin Yu's heart was shocked; he finally understood why Xiao Chengzhou had failed last night. These martial artists who practiced external hard skills could actually use muscle contraction to unseal their own acupuncture points. At this moment, Wu Tai had already rushed up again, but was suddenly interrupted by a roar:

"Stop, you surnamed Wu, stop right there."

Long Qingyue suddenly raised his hand to stop Wu Tai, his back already soaked in cold sweat. The moment he saw Lin Yu's face, his pupils shrank.

"Master... Master Lin, why is it you." His voice carried a distinct tremor.

Three years ago, when the Miao Frontier sorcerers were in chaos, he had seen with his own eyes how this seemingly ordinary man had brought the entire Long family back from the dead. The family precepts were still in his ears; this person could only be watched from afar, and must never be an enemy.

"Keep fighting! Two and a half million to dismantle an arm." Wu Tai's roar broke the stagnation, his bowl-sized fist wrapped in wind rushing straight at Lin Yu's face. This reckless man didn't understand how to read the situation at all, his mind full of his sister's medical expenses.

Long Qingyue's Adam's apple rolled violently. He suddenly realized that his understanding of Lin Yu was limited to the label "Zhang Yuru's ex-husband."

When Zheng Xuecheng chased and asked with a sneer, he couldn't find a suitable excuse: "This one is actually..."

The situation in the field changed suddenly. Lin Yu tapped Wu Tai's acupuncture points with precision, but it felt like knocking on a steel plate, making his fingers numb.

The force that should have made an ordinary person faint only made this giant's movements slow down by half a beat. ===== CHAPTER 184 =====