Chapter 378: Lin Yuan Blackened!

A few minutes later, the side door of the lobby was slammed open with a clang.

Over ten burly men in black security uniforms surged out, gripping rubber batons, some also holding electric batons, a black wall blocking Lin Yuan's face and filling the lobby's passageway.

The leading security team captain, a man with a face full of bulging muscles, saw Lin Yuan and practically gritted his teeth!

"Fuck you, it's you again, kid! Last time you got away, this time you dare come seeking death? Today I won't break your arms and legs, or my surname isn't Wang!" The security team captain roared and charged forward with his men!

Lin Yuan didn't respond, merely lowering his eyes slightly, watching the guard at the front swing his baton toward him.

Just as the rubber baton was about to touch his shoulder, he suddenly sidestepped, moving so fast only an afterimage remained.

At the same time he reached out and grabbed the guard's wrist, his fingers lightly hooking the elbow joint—

"Crack!" a crisp sound rang out, clearly echoing throughout the entire lobby.

The guard's rubber baton clattered to the ground!

He clutched his arm and collapsed to the ground, his whole body twitching from pain, letting out a pig‑slaughtering wail: "My arm! It's broken! It's broken!"

Seeing this, the other guards, eyes red, rushed forward, swinging rubber batons and fists at Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan stepped lightly, weaving through the crowd like a gust of wind; each raise of his hand, each kick, landed precisely on the guards' joints.

He grabbed the left guard's arm and twisted it backward—another crack—and the man immediately dropped to his knees;

He kicked the right guard's knee with a thud; the man's leg gave way, he collapsed, clutching his knee and rolling, tears bursting from the pain.

Even a guard trying to sneak attack from behind was caught by Lin Yuan, who twisted his arm around the neck, gave a light push, and sent him slamming into a nearby pillar, where he passed out.

In just over ten seconds, the dozen or so guards who had surrounded Lin Yuan all lay on the ground.

Some clutched their arms, some held their legs, some curled in a corner moaning; rubber batons lay scattered everywhere, the lobby floor filled with writhing figures, wails and cries of pain rising and falling.

Lin Yuan stood in the midst of the wreckage, brushed dust from his hands, his white shirt utterly uncreased.

His gaze swept coldly over the fallen bodies, his eyes devoid of any ripple.

The front‑desk girl, seeing this, was so frightened she dropped to a crouch on the floor, her delicate frame trembling.

Lin Yuan glanced at the front‑desk girl and said, "Your Gao De Pharmaceutical Group's security team is terrible; next time I suggest you replace it."

Lin Yuan said, raising his hand to chop down, then stepped over the fallen bodies and walked straight to the elevator.

He pressed the elevator button, stepped inside, and rode straight up to the top floor…

Since the white way won't work, Lin Yuan will go black! To deal with a scoundrel like Gao Qiming, only a scoundrel's methods will do!

After the elevator doors closed, the front‑desk girl finally crawled out from under the desk.

Her face still ashen, she trembled as she took out her phone, dialed Gao Qiming's office, and reported with a voice choked with tears:

"G‑Gao Director! It's terrible! That lunatic from the Su Group a few days ago… the risk control deputy director named Lin Yuan… he's back!"

From the other end came Gao Qiming's impatient voice: "What lunatic? Just have the security throw him out—what's the problem? A bunch of useless trash!"

"He… he won't leave!" the front‑desk girl's voice shook even more, tears about to fall, "He just single‑handedly took down over ten guards, dislocating their arms! … … He's already in the elevator! He pressed 18, heading to your office!"

"What?!" Gao Qiming on the other end instantly raised his voice, full of incredulous fury, "Are you living on air? You can't stop one person with over ten?!"

……

One minute later, a clear "ding——" chimed, the elevator smoothly stopped at the 18th floor, and the car doors slid open to either side.

Lin Yuan lifted his gaze to look outside the elevator, and he smiled.

All he saw outside the elevator was a black wall of figures encircling, completely blocking the doors, the air instantly filling with oppressive hostility.

Leading them was a man with a face full of bulging muscles, half a head taller than Lin Yuan, a thick gold chain around his neck, his eyes like poisoned blades, locked tightly on Lin Yuan inside the elevator.

"Hmph." Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, gave a cold, amused smile, "What a grand reception—so many people to welcome me? Gao Qiming certainly knows how to entertain guests."

Lin Yuan stepped forward half a pace, his toes just crossing the elevator threshold.

The leading burly man bellowed: "Charge! Cripple him!!"

The black‑clad thugs surged forward like a tide, rubber batons and steel pipes whistling as they struck at Lin Yuan's face.

Lin Yuan did not retreat but advanced, bracing his left hand against the elevator wall for leverage, his body spinning up, his right foot sweeping out with a gust of wind—

"Crack!" The knees of the two frontmost thugs buckled instantly, they slammed straight into the elevator car, the pain warping their cries.

In the narrow elevator, where even turning around is difficult, Lin Yuan exploited the space to the utmost.

Someone grabbed his arm from behind; he reversed his grip on the wrist, thumb pressing hard into the elbow joint!

All that was heard was a crisp "creak," the thug's arm bending at a strange angle, his steel pipe clattering to the ground as he clutched his broken arm and curled up in the elevator.

Another thug swung a punch at his temple; Lin Yuan tilted his head to dodge, then seized the man's forearm, twisted it sideways—another crack—as the forearm bone dislocated!

The thug writhed in pain on the floor, knocking his comrades sideways.

In just over ten seconds the elevator was filled with wailing figures—some with broken arms, some with fractured legs, steel pipes and rubber batons littered the floor, a few drops of nasal blood spattered the car walls, the gruesome sight too horrific to behold.

Lin Yuan stepped out of the elevator over the fallen bodies, and as he reached the corridor another dozen or so thugs poured out of the side offices, this time armed with short blades as well.

The leading thug screamed, thrusting his knife forward!

Lin Yuan's eyes turned cold; he sidestepped the blade, seized the attacker's wrist, and wrenched it hard in the opposite direction—

"Urgh!" the thug's wrist snapped, the short blade clattering to the ground!

Lin Yuan kicked him flying, sending him crashing into three allies who had just rushed forward.

He didn't stop his steps; seeing a person, he dislocated their joint, moving so fast only an afterimage remained:

A left‑hand thug swung his baton; Lin Yuan raised his hand and dislocated the man's shoulder;

A right‑hand thug tried to kick his shin; Lin Yuan countered with a foot stomp that shattered the man's ankle;

Someone swung a steel pipe from above; Lin Yuan ducked, then reversed his grip and snapped the man's cervical vertebra!

The thugs hit the wall like sacks of garbage, their wails unceasing.

Soon the hallway was piled with curled‑up figures, the sounds of breaking bones and wails mingling together.

Lin Yuan's white shirt bore a few footprints, yet he remained upright; with each step he took, the wails beneath his feet grew fainter.

No one dared step forward; even the employees hiding behind office doors covered their mouths, afraid to breathe.

Finally reaching the chairman's office door, Lin Yuan stopped his steps, a cold smile curling at the corner of his mouth.

He stepped back half a step, then explosively kicked with his right leg toward the door panel——

"Bang!"

With a loud bang, the solid wood door panel was kicked flying, wood shards smashing into the office wall, shaking the hanging pictures off the wall.

Inside the office, Gao Qiming was sitting on the leather sofa talking on the phone, still holding a tea cup; hearing the loud bang, he jerked his head up—Gao Qiming jumped in fright! His face turned deathly pale!

His tea cup clattered to the floor with a clang, spilling tea everywhere.

"Chairman Gao, long time no see—you look much worse than before," Lin Yuan said with a cold smile, slowly walking into the office.

Gao Qiming's gaze instinctively swept toward the office doorway; the sight in the corridor made his pupils contract sharply, all the fat on his body going rigid.!!

The floor was littered with his security guards and thugs……

Some clutched broken arms, rolling on the ground; others covered their broken knees, moaning. What had been a crowd of over thirty black‑clad men were now curled‑up crippled bodies, their wails drifting in through the door crack, stabbing his eardrums with pain.

This…… how could this be?

Gao Qiming trembled with fear, his throat feeling as if something were lodged in it!

He simply couldn't believe that the wall of people he had painstakingly arranged couldn't even stop Lin Yuan's path!

"Chairman Gao, you didn't expect that, did you? I managed to come out of the Longjing Police Station, and you never imagined that your good friend, Captain Zhang Ming, has been taken away for investigation by the Discipline Inspection Commission—your official protective umbrella has been taken down." Lin Yuan walked in with a cold smile.

Gao Qiming's face was deathly pale.

Gao Qiming suddenly reached his right hand under the desk——

There lay an emergency call button; press it and the company's last batch of security would rush over.

But his hand hadn't yet touched the call button…… Lin Yuan had already lunged at him like a Liebao, grabbing his wrist and tightening his joints with force!

"Crack!"—his wrist dislocated!

"Ugh……!" Gao Qiming instantly screamed in pain, a cold sweat trickling down his temples.

Lin Yuan gave him no chance to struggle, twisting his wrist hard in the opposite direction!

"Crack"—a sharp sound, his forearm dislocated, hanging limp at his side; the pain made his legs buckle, almost causing him to kneel.

"Want to call for help?" Lin Yuan's voice ice‑cold, his other hand seized Gao Qiming's collar and slammed him hard onto the desk!

The solid wood desk surface gave a muffled 'thud' on impact, and the tea cup and documents scattered onto the floor.

Gao Qiming's face pressed against the cold desk, tears and cold sweat mixing as they dripped down, yet he forced out a hoarse roar: 'How dare you move me? I'm the chairman of Gao De Group! Do you know the consequences?!'

Lin Yuan gave a cold laugh, driving his knee hard into Gao Qiming's lower back!

Gao Qiming gasped in pain, his chest feeling like it was about to burst, his voice caught in his throat.

"Consequences?"

Lin Yuan bent down, picked up the stainless‑steel thermos from the floor, and slammed its base hard onto Gao Qiming's dislocated wrist!

Gao Qiming's body convulsed with pain, a muffled wail escaping his lips.

"Now, either transfer the 20 million debt to the Su Clan's account, or I'll cripple your other hand, break both your legs, and leave you confined to a wheelchair for life."

Lin Yuan's voice was flat, yet carried an unquestionable ruthlessness.

Dealing with a scoundrel like Gao Qiming calls for the methods of a thug!