Chapter 382: Devil, Lin Yuan!

As Lin Yuan walked out of the bar.

Security Department Manager Pan Jia hurried over and said, "Brother Lin, I'll bring the Security Department brothers with me to Strong Prosperity Group!"

Lin Yuan shook his head and said calmly, "No need, I can go alone. You and the brothers just guard the bar."

After saying that, he got into the minivan of that group of thugs.

"Drive, to Strong Prosperity Group!"

Dozens of minivans started up and drove off……

……

Half an hour later, the minivans stopped at the entrance of a gambling city.

Lin Yuan pushed the door and got out.

Those dozen or so thug hostages were also forced to get out.

The neon sign at the gambling city entrance flashed the four red characters "Strong Prosperity Entertainment," while inside came the clatter of dice and the shouts of gamblers, bustling like another world.

Lin Yuan lifted his gaze to the gambling city and said, "Is this the headquarters of Strong Prosperity Group?"

A dozen or so thug hostages trembled and nodded.

Two guards in black security uniforms leaned by the door, smoking. Seeing Lin Yuan bring over a miserable-looking crowd, they instantly tossed their cigarette butts, stepped forward to block them, and asked, "What do you want? Do you know whose turf this is?"

Lin Yuan said nothing, merely shoving one of the thug hostages forward……

The thug stumbled and hit the guard, blood still seeping from his severed finger, pain making him gasp.

The guard lowered his head, saw the thug's face—it was one of his own!

The guard then glanced at the few comrades behind with broken arms and legs, and his face instantly turned pale.

"What do you want?" the guard stammered, stepping back half a step and quietly reaching for his baton at his waist.

Lin Yuan lifted his eyes to scan the gambling city gate, his voice cold as a midnight wind: "Let Gao Qiang come out; I'm here to demand an explanation."

The gamblers inside heard the commotion, all stopping their dice and cards, peering toward the door; the originally noisy hall fell silent in an instant.

A big-eared, thick-headed gambler was about to shout, "Don't mess with my winnings," but seeing Lin Yuan's battered entourage behind him, he swallowed his words.

……

Meanwhile, at the top floor of the gambling city, the boss's office.

Gao Qiang sat on the office's leather sofa, a cigarette between his fingers, the ashtray piled with butts, the air thick with the harsh smell of smoke.

He stared at the phone on the desk, the screen dark, his heart still pounding——

"Priest" two words felt like a stone, pressing so hard he could barely breathe.

He was anxious at this point, having provoked the Priest, wondering what to do.

Just then, suddenly, the office door was flung open!

A lackey stumbled in, face ashen, voice trembling: "Boss… boss! That Lin Yuan…… he's come to the door! He's already broken in!"

"What?!" Gao Qiang's cigarette snapped "pat" onto the floor, his face instantly shifting from gloomy to bluish-black.

He had just risen to shout when a loud "bang" echoed—the solid wood office door was kicked straight open, the door panel slamming into the wall, shaking loose bits of wall plaster.

Lin Yuan walked ahead, followed by several hostages helping each other, some with broken arms, some lame, blood still on their faces, whimpering softly, not daring to lift their heads.

Those dozen or so hostages were exactly the lackeys Gao Qiang had sent out……

Gao Qiang's gaze swept over the group of hostages…… then landed on Lin Yuan.

Gao Qiang's throat moved, his expression grim.

Lin Yuan glanced at the office, curled the corner of his mouth: "Mr. Gao Qiang, right? Nice to meet you."

Gao Qiang clenched his fists, knuckles whitening, forcibly suppressing his panic: "What… what do you want??"

Lin Yuan poured himself a cup of hot tea, took a light sip, and said, "You sent people with batons to block me at the Goddess Bar, and even wanted to break my leg?"

Lin Yuan lifted his eyes, a curve forming at his lips: "You owe me an explanation, don't you?"

Just then, Gao Qiang's hand suddenly reached into the desk drawer!

"Swish!" He pulled out a gleaming machete, the blade reflecting the ceiling light, making eyes dizzy.

Gao Qiang gripped the hilt, his eyes burning with madness—as long as he took down the Priest, he could become famous in the martial world, a true boss of bosses!

He swung the machete at Lin Yuan, shouting, "Want an explanation?! Today I'll send you to the west!"

Lin Yuan didn't even lift his eyelids; a slender silver needle had appeared on his fingertip, which he flicked.

"Clang!" The silver needle struck the blade's back with precision, the shock numbing Gao Qiang's tiger's mouth.

The machete clanged against the wall, the blade embedding in it, shaking loose bits of wall plaster.

Lin Yuan straightened up, a cold smile curling his lips: "Looks like we can't sit down for a proper talk."

Gao Qiang stared at the machete lodged in the wall, then at the silver needle on Lin Yuan's fingertip, his face instantly turning deathly pale.

Is this the Priest's strength?!

Even more terrifying than the rumors?!

At this moment, Gao Qiang finally panicked!

He suddenly bellowed at the door, "Where did everyone outside go? Come on! Quick, someone! Hack this bastard to death!"

In an instant, dozens of lackeys wielding steel pipes and machetes surged in from outside the office!

Gao Qiang steadied himself by leaning on the desk, his voice still trembling, yet he forced a shout: "What's so special about the Priest? With so many people today, let's see how you run!"

Tonight, Gao Qiang planned to launch a wave of attacks!

He wanted to go all out—take down the Priest outright and become renowned in the martial world!

Lin Yuan slowly lifted his gaze, his eyes devoid of ripple, tone mocking: "You want to fight me? Hah, this bunch is probably not enough for me to handle."

He glanced at the lackeys rushing in at the door, curled his lip: "Why not call in a few more? That way I won't finish too quickly and lose the fun."

Gao Qiang's eyes turned blood‑red at those words, he pointed at Lin Yuan and roared, "All of you, attack! Kill or cripple counts as mine—if anyone dies, I'll take responsibility!"

He gritted his teeth and raised the bet, his voice full of madness: "Whoever can kill the Priest, I'll give 5 million! Cash paid on the spot!"

"5 million!" The lackeys' eyes lit up instantly, their faces ferocious as they waved knives and steel pipes, lunging at Lin Yuan like hungry wolves.

The sharp sound of blades cutting the air and the dull thud of steel pipes being swung mixed together, making it hard to breathe.

Lin Yuan raised his hand, and dozens of gleaming Silver Needles appeared at his fingertips, his wrist trembling slightly—!

"Swish!"

The Silver Needles shot out like a net in a violent rain, carrying tiny tearing sounds, flying precisely toward the lackeys rushing to the front.

"Ah! My leg!" The first lackey hit in the knee acupressure point by a Silver Needle, his leg gave out and he collapsed, his knife clattering to the ground.

The next lackey, just trying to go around, had his elbow joint struck by a Silver Needle with a "click", his arm instantly went limp, "Ah! I can't move!"

One after another, the lackeys were hit in their acupressure points by Silver Needles, some collapsing to the ground, some freezing in place, even their cries sounding weak.

The Silver Needles seemed to have eyes, none missing, and in the blink of an eye, more than half of the dozen or so attackers collapsed, their wails exploding in the office.

In the office, the wails had not yet ceased.

Lin Yuan's figure flashed violently, continuously blasting through the crowd!

Lackeys kept being blasted away.

"Ding-ling-ling!" Just then, Lin Yuan's phone in his pocket suddenly vibrated!

Lin Yuan pulled out his phone and saw the screen lit up with a WeChat call notification from Fei Fanjin.

Lin Yuan chilled, he answered the phone while still fighting, his voice slightly lowered: "Hello?"

From the other end of the line came Fei Fanjin's hesitant yet earnest voice: "Lin Yuan, I want to talk to you about our matter."

"Well... I think our relationship, and those past things, need to be clarified." She paused, her tone hinting at a little nervousness.

Lin Yuan glanced at the groaning lackeys on the ground, his brow slightly furrowed: "I'm dealing with some private matters right now, not convenient; let me finish up and then talk to you, okay?"

"What private matters?" Fei Fanjin's voice suddenly tightened: "How do I seem to hear fighting sounds? Is someone shouting in pain?"

Lin Yuan fell silent for two seconds, his tone flat, as if stating a mundane fact: "It's nothing major; this afternoon I went to Gao Qiming for twenty million, he wasn't satisfied and called his older brother Gao Qiang to deal with me."

"I'm currently at Gao Qiang's place, just coming to settle a score."

"Gao Qiang?!" In the phone, Fei Fanjin's voice shot up, full of panic: "You went to see him? He's mixed up in the Underworld! Are you alright?"

Fei Fanjin had previously done a background check and knew the identities and backgrounds of the Gao Qiang brothers.

This is a true big brother of the martial world!

Lin Yuan is in great danger!

On the other end of the line, Fei Fanjin's voice trembled instantly, choked with tears as she shouted: "Run! Gao Qiang is mixed up in the Underworld—he'll kill you!"

Lin Yuan glanced at the groaning lackeys at his feet, his tone still calm: "I'm fine, don't worry."

"I'll call you back after I finish things here." He said that, not waiting for Fei Fanjin to dissuade him, and directly hung up.

He slipped the phone back into his pocket, Lin Yuan glanced around at the frightened lackeys.

He curled his finger at that group of lackeys: "Don't just stand there... come at me all together. My time is precious."

…

Late at night, Fei Fanjin sat alone on the living room sofa.

Her pretty face turned pale as she looked at the phone that had just been hung up, her heart filled with worry.

Lin Yuan is likely to suffer more harm than good!

Fei Fanjin suddenly thought of the policewoman Mu Lingxue.

Earlier she had left a business card for Mu Lingxue.

Fei Fanjin found the card and hastily called Mu Lingxue.

She told Mu Lingxue about Lin Yuan's visit to Gao Qiang, hoping Mu Lingxue would immediately dispatch officers to rescue Lin Yuan.

…

At that moment, in the Strong Prosperity Group office, lackeys lay sprawled everywhere, some clutching their knees and wailing, some gripping their arms and trembling, the floor littered with broken bodies reeking of blood.

Only Lin Yuan remained standing, leisurely brushing dust off his suit.

Gao Qiang stared at the scene, his lips trembling like a sifter, he retreated three steps and collided with the desk, sending documents scattering across the floor.

Lin Yuan kicked aside a rolling steel pipe at his foot, his voice laced with mockery: "I said it—your people aren't enough; why didn't you call a few more?"

Lin Yuan glanced at the office's tightly shut back door, his eyebrows slightly raised: "Anyone else? Call a few more out, don't waste my time."

Gao Qiang's throat tightened, as if blocked, he couldn't utter a word, the madness in his eyes turning entirely to fear.

Demon!

This Priest is practically a demon!

Lin Yuan took a step forward, his shoe sole grinding over the paper scraps on the floor, his voice icy and bone-chilling: "If it's gone, then it's your turn."

As soon as those words fell, Gao Qiang spun around and sprinted madly toward the back door, so panicked he didn't even notice his pant leg caught on the desk corner, his shoe heel nearly flying off.

Lin Yuan coldly smirked, then suddenly raised his hand!

A Silver Needle shot from his fingertip, "swish" cutting through the air, precisely embedding itself in Gao Qiang's knee bone!