Chapter 361: Bai Lu, My Woman!

Lin Yuan's eyes were ice‑cold, and he said, word by word:

"She is my woman; you cannot touch her. This is my bottom line. Let us leave—I don't want more trouble."

As soon as he said that, Bai Lu's heart gave a sudden jump.

The tears she had been holding back froze instantly; she lifted her head and stared at Lin Yuan's profile in disbelief.

His jaw line was tight, his gaze firm, with no hint of joking.

The next second, Lin Yuan directly shielded Bai Lu completely behind him, his broad back blocking her view and shutting out the gazes of Gao Jiapo and Boyika.

Bai Lu looked at his back—not especially broad, yet extraordinarily steady—and her heartbeat suddenly fell out of rhythm.

Her cheeks flushed uncontrollably, as if a little deer were darting about in her chest, and even the fear she had felt moments before faded a bit.

Gao Jiapo heard Lin Yuan's words and reacted as if he'd heard the biggest joke ever, doubling over with laughter:

"Your woman? What are you even?! I'm going to touch her—what of it?"

He said this while completely disregarding Lin Yuan, shaking off his subordinate's hand and striding straight toward Bai Lu.

Gao Jiapo's rough right hand shot straight for Bai Lu's chest, a salty‑pig hand reeking of oil, his motion lewd and arrogant.

"Dare to block me? I'll make you learn how to write the word 'death'!" Gao Jiapo's hand crept ever closer to Bai Lu, his eyes filled with a lewd, triumphant grin.

At that moment, Lin Yuan suddenly moved.

His speed was so fast that no one could see his motion; the hand that had been shielding Bai Lu shot out and seized Gao Jiapo's outstretched wrist with precision.

Before Gao Jiapo could react, his wrist exploded with pain, as if caught in an iron clamp, rendering him unable to move.

"You fucking dare grab me?" Gao Jiapo was about to shout when he heard

"Crack—!"

A sharp crack rang out, like the sound of bones breaking, exploding in the barbecue restaurant.

Immediately followed by Gao Jiapo's heart‑rending scream:

"Ah——! My hand! My hand!"

Lin Yuan's expression remained blank, the pressure in his hand undiminished; his fingers locked onto Gao Jiapo's wrist and, following a tendon‑splitting, bone‑misalignment technique, he twisted it hard.

Only a rapid series of "crack" sounds could be heard!

Gao Jiapo's right hand's five fingers were all displaced, the phalanges twisted at strange angles, the bones beneath the skin looking like crushed twigs.

Blood seeped out between his fingers, staining his cuff red.

Gao Jiapo trembled all over from the pain, cold sweat instantly soaking his clothes.

He collapsed flat on the ground, clutching his deformed right hand and rolling back and forth, his anguished wails nearly lifting the roof of the barbecue shop.

The henchmen of Xiangyinjiuba bar saw this and froze, none daring to step forward.

None of them expected that this seemingly ordinary man would strike so brutally!

Boyika also furrowed his brows, his formerly mocking gaze turning grave.

He fixed his stare on Lin Yuan, as if reassessing this opponent who had suddenly appeared.

The captured Hong Wenyan also froze, enduring the sharp pain in her eyes as her blurry gaze fell upon Lin Yuan…

This bastard—has he finally made a move?

Bai Lu hid behind Lin Yuan, watching Gao Jiapo wail on the ground, then glanced at Lin Yuan's upright back, her heart beating even faster.

The echo of Lin Yuan's earlier words, "Bai Lu is my woman," still rang in her ears.

Now he stood before her like an impregnable wall, making her feel both warm and flustered, her breathing turning a little short.

Lin Yuan shook off the blood on his hand, his eyes cold as ice:

"I said before—Bai Lu is my bottom line; whoever touches her ends up like this."

His voice wasn't loud, yet it carried an intimidating aura.

"Ugh—ah!!"

Gao Jiapo wailed, covering his twisted‑broken right hand, blood seeping from the gaps between his fingers, pain making the veins on his forehead bulge; his former arrogance was replaced by agony and fury.

He roared at his henchmen behind him:

"What the hell are you standing there for?! Get up! Kill this dog! Kill him, cripple him! I'll take responsibility if someone dies!"

The henchmen of Xiangyinjiuba bar had already been stunned by the earlier scene; now, after Gao Jiapo's shout, they finally snapped to attention.

The thugs each gripped steel pipes or bottles, charging at Lin Yuan like hungry wolves.

Lin Yuan stood still, not moving, until the lead thug raised his steel pipe to smash his shoulder—then Lin Yuan flickered aside just enough, simultaneously reaching out to seize the attacker's wrist.

Only a sharp "crack" rang out!

That thug's arm bent at a strange angle, his steel pipe clanged to the ground, and he collapsed, clutching his arm, howling, "My arm! It's broken! It's broken!"

Before his scream even faded, another thug lunged from the side with a bottle.

Lin Yuan sidestepped, reverse‑gripped the thug's elbow, applied pressure with his fingertips, and another "crack" sounded.

That thug's elbow joint was dislocated, his whole arm hanging limp; in pain he rolled on the ground, tears and snot streaming together.

Lin Yuan's strikes were so fast you couldn't see the motion; each reach and burst of force was accompanied by a crisp bone‑crack and the thugs' howls.

Some had their wrists dislocated, some their knees, others had their arms snapped straight off.

A crowd surged forward, but in moments they lay in a heap, each groaning on the ground, none daring to advance further.

The henchmen of Xiangyinjiuba bar froze instantly, watching their comrades writhe on the ground, then glancing at Lin Yuan standing untouched, barely a speck of dust on his hands, their faces turning deathly pale.

Their weapons trembled in their grips; no one dared to take another step forward.

Boyika also dropped his earlier frivolity, his pupils constricting as he fixed his gaze on Lin Yuan's movements, his fingers unconsciously clenching into fists.

He had trained in free fighting for over a decade, seen plenty of tough guys, but had never witnessed anyone employ bone‑dislocation techniques so cleanly and efficiently, let alone without mercy.

Bai Lu stood behind Lin Yuan, her mouth slightly open, her eyes full of disbelief.

In the days she had known Lin Yuan, she had thought him gentle and reliable, occasionally a bit cautious, but never imagined he possessed such terrifying skill.

Just now, when Lin Yuan stood in front of her, she only felt reassured; but now, seeing him easily dislocate so many people's bones, besides shock, there's an indescribable feeling…

This Lin Yuan seems to have many sides she doesn't know about.

She watched Lin Yuan's back…

The lingering glow of the setting sun streamed in through the barbecue shop's window, casting a thin layer of golden light on him; the sense of his tallness deepened a bit, and she also felt an aura of intimidation she had never seen before.

This made her heart start racing uncontrollably again, and even her breathing grew a little ragged.

Gao Jiapo's whole face twisted into a knot as he watched his men, one by one, have their arms and legs dislocated and collapse to the ground wailing; seeing Lin Yuan standing there with a cold expression, he finally panicked completely!

Gao Jiapo bellowed toward Boyika's direction:

"Mr. Boyika! Help me quickly! This kid knows evil martial arts! If we don't act now, we're all doomed here!"

Boyika said coldly, "Boss Gao, to deal with this person we'll need extra pay. He does have some skill."

Gao Jiapo gritted his teeth and said, "Fine! I'll pay more! Mr. Boyika, if you can cripple this bastard, I'm willing to add one million!"

Boyika's eyes instantly turned sinister, his mouth curling in a cold smile, "Deal!"

The next second, Boyika exerted force with his feet, even pressing slight depressions into the concrete as he charged at Lin Yuan like an out‑of‑control buffalo.

"You sick man of East Asia! Do you really think knowing a few petty tricks makes you amazing? Today I'll break all your arms and legs and let you know how formidable overseas combat is!" Boyika shouted, his movements vicious as he lunged forward, a ferocious cold laugh on his lips!

He practices the most vicious free fighting, every move aimed at vital points; as soon as he got close he threw a right punch, the wind of his fist howling as it smashed toward Lin Yuan's face, this punch having enough force to shatter an ordinary person's nasal bone.

The surrounding thugs still standing held their breath, even Gao Jiapo forgot the pain, staring fixedly at the arena!

They had all seen how formidable Boyika was; among the lackeys Hong Wenyan had brought earlier, hardly any could withstand a single punch from him.

Bai Lu also clenched the corner of her clothes nervously, her eyes fixed on Lin Yuan's back, sweat beading on her palms.

But Lin Yuan stood still, not moving until Boyika's fist was about to hit his nose, then he suddenly sidestepped to dodge. Boyika's punch missed, his weight lurching forward as he was about to adjust his posture and throw a left punch…

Yet Lin Yuan's movements were more than twice as fast as his.

Only seeing Lin Yuan slightly draw back his right leg, knee straightened, toes lashing out hard at Boyika's chest!

The kick had no flashy flourish, yet carried astonishing power; with a muffled "thud" it landed solidly on Boyika's ribs.

Boyika didn't even have time to let out a scream; his whole body seemed struck by a speeding car, flying straight backward!!

He traced an arc in the air, then slammed hard into the brick wall outside the barbecue shop with a booming "crash"; the old wall cracked in several places, dust drifting down.