Chapter 362: Die without a burial place!

When Boyika fell to the ground, another muffled sound rang out; he curled his body, mouth gulping blood, staining his front clothes red, even his breathing became intermittent.

Lin Yuan withdrew his leg, looking at Boyika struggling on the ground unable to get up, his brows slightly furrowed, his tone full of impatience.

"I originally didn't want to get involved in your mess, but you forced me to act."

Gao Jiapo watched this scene, completely dumbfounded, muttering to himself: "Impossible…… this is impossible…… How could Mr. Boyika……"

The thugs from Xiangyinjiuba still standing were so scared their legs went weak; no one dared step forward, and some even quietly retreated backward!

Even experts capable of defeating Hong Wenyan were kicked into this state; going up against him was practically suicide.

Bai Lu stood behind Lin Yuan, her eyes wide open, mouth slightly agape, her face full of shock.

She had only thought Lin Yuan was gentle and reliable, never imagining his skills could be so terrifying.

The force of that kick could be felt from afar, making her heart pound uncontrollably.

Just then, Boyika on the ground suddenly struggled to lift his head, his eyes full of malice.

Taking advantage of everyone's inattention, he furtively pulled a small paper packet from his pocket, squeezed it hard, the packet burst, and white lime powder instantly scattered in his palm.

The next second, Boyika let out a violent shout and lunged forward again, like a ferocious beast!

Lin Yuan watched his approaching figure, brows slightly furrowed, he lightly shook his head, his tone full of helplessness—clearly he had already taught him a lesson, yet he insisted on courting death.

Boyika rushed up to Lin Yuan, suddenly flinging the hand hidden behind him forward, the white lime powder spraying like mist onto Lin Yuan's face:

"Go blind! See how you keep fighting!"

At this moment, Lin Yuan suddenly closed his eyes.

The surrounding clamor seemed to be instantly filtered out; he focused solely on listening to Boyika's footsteps: heavy steps on the concrete, each one carrying urgent killing intent;

and Boyika's heavy breathing, growing clearer as the distance closed.

Seeing Lin Yuan close his eyes, Boyika thought he had been frightened stupid, his mouth curling into a savage grin: "Die, sick man of East Asia!"

At the same time, he swept his left leg toward Lin Yuan's knee and thrust his right fist straight at Lin Yuan's chest, hoping to finish him off while Lin Yuan's vision was obstructed.

But just as his leg was about to reach Lin Yuan, Lin Yuan's body suddenly shifted half a meter to the left, precisely dodging the sweep kick!

Immediately after, Boyika's straight punch missed again; Lin Yuan didn't turn his head, as if he had eyes in the back, easily evading.

Boyika stared, stunned—he hadn't expected the blindfolded Lin Yuan to still dodge his attack!!

Just as he was about to adjust his move, he heard Lin Yuan's cold voice:

"Using the same trick a second time—don't you find it ridiculous?"

Before his words finished, Lin Yuan suddenly moved.

He pushed off the ground with his right foot, his body shooting like an arrow toward Boyika, right leg straight, carrying a howling gust, he slammed a fierce side kick into Boyika's chest.

"Bang!"

A heavy, muffled boom sounded; Boyika felt his chest as if struck by a sledgehammer, the immense force instantly throwing him off balance, his body flying backward like a kite with its string cut.

He flew a full ten or so meters before his back slammed hard against a roadside utility pole, a sharp "crack" ringing out as the pole trembled, then he crashed heavily to the ground again, kicking up a cloud of dust.

Upon landing, Boyika violently spat a large mouthful of fresh blood, staining the ground before him red.

He tried to struggle up, but felt a piercing pain in his chest, each breath feeling like countless needles stabbing……

Boyika lowered his head and saw his chest slightly caved in, the sensation of broken ribs unmistakably clear.

Lin Yuan slowly opened his eyes, his expression still calm.

The white mist dispersed, his eyes regaining clarity, like a pool of cold water—

Cold, steady, deadly.

He lightly uttered: "Had enough fun?"

Boyika's face was full of terror, his pupils contracting sharply.

He could hardly believe—

This man could actually, despite losing his sight, predict all his attacks merely by hearing!

With just one kick, he caused his chest to cave in and ribs to break!

"Who…… who exactly are you?" his voice trembling, blood gushing from the corner of his mouth in bursts.

Lin Yuan walked over slowly, his steps extremely light, yet each felt like a heavy hammer striking Boyika's heart.

"East." His tone flat, yet carrying a chill, "inheritor of ancient martial arts."

As his words fell, he lifted his foot and firmly planted it on Boyika's chest.

"That remark just now," Lin Yuan's voice low, tinged with a hint of cold, "say it again for me to hear?"

Boyika shuddered all over, pain making him gulp for air, his face deathly pale.

He wanted to say something, but only managed a few broken groans.

"You said who is the sick man?" Lin Yuan asked coldly.

Boyika's pupils contracted sharply, his whole body trembling, heartbeat racing, voice shaking: "You…… you said who is the sick man……?"

Lin Yuan exerted force with his foot, stepping down firmly; only a few crisp "creaks" were heard as several more of Boyika's ribs were broken, the intense pain making him curl up.

"I…… I am the sick man! I am the sick man of Europe…… please, spare my life!" Boyika wailed in terror, tears and blood mixing, his whole body near collapse.

The air seemed to freeze.

Lin Yuan's eyes were cold as a blade, he slightly increased pressure underfoot, emitting a faint bone "creak".

"Before insulting others, learn to respect first."

The air seemed to freeze again.

Bai Lu watched from behind, her heart nearly leaping into her throat.

At this moment, Lin Yuan's profile under the dim yellow light looked stern, like a blade emerging from darkness.

Gao Jiapo stared at Boyika on the ground, bones broken and blood spurting, then at Lin Yuan's ice‑cold face, cold sweat trickling down his neck beneath his collar……

Yet Gao Jiapo still strained his voice, shouting: "What are you all standing there for! Get on me! Kill this bastard! If anything happens, I'll take the blame!"

Behind him, the gang of thugs stared at one another, gripping their steel pipes until their knuckles turned white, yet none dared to move first.

Just now, the vicious force with which Lin Yuan had wrenched arms and legs still flashed before their eyes, and nobody wanted to be the next one screaming.

"Come on! You bunch of trash!" Gao Jiapo, anxious, kicked the knee of a nearby lackey; the lackey stumbled, and having no choice, raised his steel pipe and rushed at Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids; when the lackey got close, he suddenly lifted his right leg, slightly bent the knee then snapped it straight, his long leg carrying a gust of wind, and with a bang kicked the lackey in the stomach.

The lackey seemed as if hit by a truck; the steel pipe in his hand flew out and smashed into the grill, sending sparks flying; he clutched his stomach, curled up, and rolled away, unable to get up for a while.

After the first, a second followed; the remaining thugs steeled themselves and rushed forward, yet they couldn't even touch the hem of Lin Yuan's clothes.

Lin Yuan stood in place, alternating left and right legs in powerful kicks; each kick landed precisely on a thug's chest or abdomen or knee, with no extra motion, yet each carried the force of a breaking wind.

Bang!

Clatter!

In less than ten seconds, another seven or eight people lay on the ground clutching their stomachs or knees and screaming.

The remaining two, scared, threw away their steel pipes, turned to run, but were pinned by two Silver Needles Lin Yuan flung, which stuck in their pant legs, and with a thud they fell to their knees.

Lin Yuan lowered his head, brushed off the dust on his pant legs, and walked steadily toward Gao Jiapo.

His leather shoes tapped on the concrete, making a tap-tap sound, each step as if stepping on Gao Jiapo's heartbeat.

"I said from the beginning,"

Lin Yuan's voice wasn't loud, yet it carried clearly to everyone present:

"I don't want to fight, nor do I want to get involved in your messy turf war. Your life-and-death struggle with Hong Wenyan has nothing to do with me."

Gao Jiapo's legs began to tremble uncontrollably; he stepped back two steps, his back hitting the grill's iron frame, and he flinched from the heat.

Gao Jiapo turned to flee, but Lin Yuan suddenly raised his hand, and several Silver Needles shot out, piercing directly into Gao Jiapo's bodily acupressure points.

In an instant, Gao Jiapo, in horror, discovered that his body could not move at all?!

At this moment, Gao Jiapo was shocked and terrified?!

What on earth is this technique?

His body, inexplicably, was out of his control and could not move?!

Lin Yuan walked up to him, his eyes cold enough to freeze a person:

"You messed with Hong Wenyan, I have no interest in getting involved. But you shouldn't have set your sights on Bai Lu and tried to take her away. Didn't you forget? I just said—Bai Lu is my woman; touching her is my bottom line."

Gao Jiapo's teeth began to chatter, his voice wavering:

"You, you stay back! Do you know who I am? I'm the owner of Xiangyinjiuba! My lackey reinforcements are on their way; if you dare touch me, you'll regret it."

Lin Yuan's mouth curled icy: "I don't care who you are; a person must always pay for their words and deeds."

The next second, Lin Yuan suddenly raised his hand, grabbed Gao Jiapo's shoulders, and squeezed hard!

"Crack, crack!...!"

Gao Jiapo's shoulders were crushed simultaneously!

Immediately after, Lin Yuan lifted his leg and kicked hard; Gao Jiapo's knees were also dislocated simultaneously!

Lin Yuan's strike at this moment was extremely vicious!

Gao Jiapo lay on the ground, his body twitching, his mouth emitting a heart-rending scream, his voice as piercing as if cut by a knife.

His whole face twisted from pain and fear into an unrecognizable mess; his hands weakly scraped the ground, but could grasp nothing.

Bai Lu stared, dumbfounded, her eye sockets slightly red, her heartbeat skipping a beat. She had never seen such a cold side of him——

That man, usually quiet and gentle to the point of harmlessness, now was like a sharp blade, tearing apart her usual perception of the world.

Her hand unconsciously clenched the hem of her clothing, knuckles turning white, feeling both fear and an indescribable sense of reliance.

Lin Yuan turned, came to Bai Lu's side, took her hand gently, and said softly, "Let's go, don't look back."

Saying that, he was about to take Bai Lu away.

From Gao Jiapo's throat came a hoarse voice, his feral eyes locked on Lin Yuan's heel, he howled, asking:

"Who the hell are you?! If you've got guts, leave your name!"

His voice was filled with resentment and venom; even though he couldn't move, he still spat vicious words:

"I won't let you off! Absolutely not!! Even if you don't give your name, I will surely find out who you are, and I will make you die without a burial place!"

Lin Yuan, hearing this, suddenly stopped in his tracks.