Chapter 402: Kissed by Force Again!

The air fell silent instantly.

Yu Feng heard the four words "I am the Priest," his eyes widened instantly, and his mouth opened wide enough to fit an egg.

He froze in place, as if hit by a paralysis spell.

"Priest... Priest?" Yu Feng repeated subconsciously, his tone full of disbelief.

The lackeys behind him looked even more dazed; the blond-haired guy scratched his head and muttered to the person next to him, "Brother Feng, this... this teacher says he's the Priest? No way?"

Another bespectacled guy pushed up his glasses, staring blankly: "Isn't the Priest a legendary underworld big shot? How could he be our school teacher?"

The murmurs grew softer, yet each carried a hint of bewilderment—

They had followed Yu Feng here, originally wanting to witness the Priest's prowess?

As it turned out, Lin Yuan actually said he was the Priest??

Yu Feng finally came to his senses, pointed sharply at Lin Yuan, his voice shaking with excitement: "You damn well still call yourself the Priest? You're kidding me!"

Yu Feng stepped forward, spit flying: "You're just a lousy teacher, yet you dare impersonate the Priest? Do you think I'm stupid? My cousin knows the Priest—you can fool others, but not me!"

As soon as Yu Feng finished speaking, a sharp "slap" cracked suddenly in the bar!

His older cousin Yu Guan backhanded a slap across Yu Feng's face!

The slap was so powerful that Yu Feng stumbled and fell straight to the ground, half his face instantly reddened, bearing a clear handprint!

The surrounding chatter vanished instantly, even the electronic music seemed to dip a notch, and everyone's eyes locked onto Yu Guan and Yu Feng.

Yu Feng covered his face, lying on the ground dazed, tears welling from the pain; he lifted his head to look at Yu Guan, voice trembling: "Bro... why did you hit me?"

Yu Guan trembled with rage, pointing at Yu Feng's nose, his voice urgent and fearful: "What's it to me that I hit you? Not killing you is already lucky!"

Yu Guan lifted his foot in black Martin boots and kicked hard at his younger cousin Yu Feng's waist!

With a thud, Yu Feng rolled like a ragdoll half a circle on the floor, a piercing pain shooting through his lower back!

Yu Feng clutched his waist, grimacing, before he could even cry out in pain...

Then his cousin's roar exploded in his ears: "You damned brat! How dare you defy the Priest?!"

Yu Guan's voice brimmed with frustrated anger: "Lin Bro is our bar's manager! He's the Priest you begged me to find! You don't even know that?"

He stepped forward, about to kick again, but the nearby security guard quickly grabbed him—yet his tirade didn't stop:

"You little punk, you've got the guts of a bear and leopard to disrespect Lin Bro? You fought him at school this morning, and now you dare shout about teaching him a lesson—are you tired of living?"

Yu Feng lay on the ground, half his face red and swollen, the pain in his lower back mingling with the pain on his face...

But what left him even more dazed was Yu Guan's words—

Lin Yuan is the bar's manager?

He's the Priest?!

Yu Guan turned his head toward Lin Yuan again, his face full of guilt.

Yu Guan bowed deeply toward Lin Yuan at a ninety-degree angle, his voice trembling noticeably:

"Lin Bro, I'm sorry... I failed to discipline my younger brother properly, letting him blindly offend you and cause you so much trouble!"

Yu Feng slumped sitting on the icy floor, hands braced on the ground pushing back, eyes wide as copper bells...

He had already been frightened into a deathly pallor!

Lin Yuan, he actually is the Priest??

This... how is that possible!?

The notorious underworld Priest, actually teaching at a university?

Damn it! No one would believe it if you said it out loud—even gangster movies wouldn't dare portray it like this!

The few classmates Yu Feng brought along, who had just been clamoring to "teach Lin Yuan a lesson," were now all stunned dumbfounded.

One by one, the classmates went "thud" onto their knees, some even lying flat on the ground, lacking the courage to lift their heads to look at Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan picked up the glass on the bar, fingertips gripping the rim and giving it a gentle swirl, then tipped his head back and downed the remaining liquor in one gulp; the fiery liquid slid down his throat, and as he looked at Yu Guan, the cold smile at the corner of his mouth could not be hidden.

"Yu Guan, I thought your younger cousin was going to take on some formidable opponent," Lin Yuan said, setting down the empty cup, which tapped the bar with a clear sound:

"Heh, after all this fuss, it turns out you were out to get me."

"You even called me over specially, so I could deal with myself?" Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow, his voice dripping with mockery: "You managed to pull this off—don't you think it's childish?"

Upon hearing that, Yu Guan's face turned white in an instant, he lifted his hand and started slapping himself—"slap! slap! slap!"—the slaps especially piercing amid the bar's clamor.

Yu Guan apologized while slapping himself: "Lin Bro! I'm being dense! I didn't clarify things! I'm kowtowing to you to make amends!"

Lin Yuan watched Yu Guan keep slapping himself, his eyes showing no ripple, and simply spoke slowly:

"When someone does wrong, they must accept punishment—this principle applies to both you and your younger cousin, right?"

Zhao Yuyan, watching from the side, grew interested; she suddenly drew a dagger from her black handbag, its silver blade flashing coldly.

She walked up to Lin Yuan, offered him the dagger's hilt, a playful smile on her lips: "To deal with this clueless fool, this is the most convenient."

Yu Feng saw the dagger, his legs went weak and he collapsed onto the ground, his trousers instantly dampened; he shouted with a trembling voice, "Lin Teacher!... No! I was wrong! I won't dare again! Please spare me!"

The few classmates he had brought, who had been holding it together, now seeing Yu Feng so terrified, burst into tears instantly!

Eight male classmates knelt on the ground, kowtowing while crying: "Lin Teacher, spare our lives... we were just hanging out with Yu Feng aimlessly... we'll never dare provoke you again..."

Lin Yuan did not take the dagger Zhao Yuyan offered; he merely swept his gaze over the crowd of people kneeling and sobbing on the ground.

He spoke with a teasing tone: "Weren't you just spitting tough talk, saying you'd make me beg for mercy in tears?"

Lin Yuan's voice wasn't loud, yet it carried clearly to everyone's ears: "How is it that now the ones begging for mercy in tears are you yourselves?"

Upon hearing that, Yu Feng lowered his head even further, tears and snot streaming into his collar; his mouth could only utter "I was wrong" and "Spare me," unable to form any other complete sentence.

His lackeys also cried harder, kowtowing until their foreheads turned red, fearing Lin Yuan might really lose his temper and use that dagger on them.

Zhao Yuyan played with the dagger in her hand; seeing Lin Yuan not take it, she put it back, leaning against the bar and laughing: "Looks these college students aren't that bold after all—where did their earlier arrogance go?"

Lin Yuan ignored Zhao Yuyan's teasing, merely looked at Yu Guan, his tone still icy: "Accepting punishment is fine, but it shouldn't be solved by crying—what do you say the penalty should be?"

Yu Guan, the older cousin, stared for a moment, then reacted, shouting at Yu Feng: "You little punk, still standing there? Kneel before Lin Bro and kowtow until he's satisfied!"

Yu Feng didn't dare hesitate, immediately fell to the ground, "thud thud thud" kowtowing, his forehead soon got a red mark, and he kept shouting: "Lin Laoshi! I was wrong! I won't dare again!"

His classmates also followed suit and kowtowed; the bar was left only with the sound of their kowtowing and pleas, forming a stark contrast with the music from the nearby dance floor.

Lin Yuan set down his glass, his gaze falling on Yu Feng, who was still kowtowing nonstop, his voice cold as ice: "Yu Feng, you aren't exactly fond of wandering the martial world, yet you dare to tell someone to teach me a lesson?"

He paused, glanced at the few classmates still crying behind Yu Feng, his tone carrying an indisputable command: "Alright, then today let you and your big‑talking brothers get a real taste of the martial world."

"Just punish you with drinking." Lin Yuan pointed to the liquor cabinet behind the bar, "Drink until you're falling‑down drunk and can't stand; if anyone dares not to drink, drag them out and break their legs!"

Yu Feng was so frightened he couldn't utter a single retort, only able to nod shakily: "I… I drink… we all drink…"

The few classmates behind him also quickly responded, tears still on their faces, yet they dared not hesitate—

Compared to getting beaten or even a more terrifying punishment, drinking seemed to be the best outcome.

Yu Feng gritted his teeth, crawled up from the ground, staggered to the bar, stared at a full cup of strong liquor, his stomach already churning, yet he still picked up a cup, closed his eyes, and poured it down his throat.

The spicy liquor burned his throat, making him cough uncontrollably, tears and snot streaming down, yet he dared not stop; after finishing one cup he quickly grabbed a second.

His classmates also stepped forward, each picking up a cup and gulping it down.

Someone had just taken a sip and spat it out, but Yu Guan gave him a fierce glare, forcing him to swallow the rest with grim determination.

"Drink fast! Don't dawdle!" Cousin Yu Guan stood nearby, his tone harsh, his heart full of pity, yet he dared not intervene—

This is Lin Yuan's punishment; no amount of pleading helps.

Just then, a sudden "clang" came from the corner of the bar—

Several dozen men in black vests with tattoos on their arms were smashing the bar's glasses onto the floor.

One of them, a buzz‑cut man, grabbed the waiter's collar and shouted: "This lousy booze dares to charge eight hundred? Do you think we, the martial‑arts gym folks, are easy to fool?"

Obviously, this group of drinkers had overindulged and were now causing trouble.

The Goddess Bar's security guard had just moved to intervene when the buzz‑cut man kicked him in the stomach, sending him staggering into the liquor cabinet, where the foreign liquor bottles crashed to the floor with a clatter—

The buzz‑cut man, sloshed, slurred: "Where did this security come from? He doesn't even bother to see who I am!"

The dozen or so followers of the buzz‑cut man also joined the uproar—some overturned tables, some shoved patrons, instantly turning the bar into chaos; patrons trying to flee were grabbed by the hair and slammed into chairs, hearing: "Who dares leave? If we don't smash this bar today, I won't be surnamed Wang!"

Lin Yuan set down his glass, not waiting for Zhao Yuyan to speak, and strode over…

As he passed Yu Feng, even the breeze from his sleeve made Yu Feng shiver.

The buzz‑cut man had just lifted a chair to smash the liquor cabinet when his wrist was suddenly seized by Lin Yuan.

He tried to break free, but his wrist felt like it was in a vise; he cried out "ah!" and the chair crashed to the floor with a clang.

Lin Yuan gave him no time to react, twisting his wrist reverse‑hand, and the buzz‑cut man dropped straight to his knees.

Lin Yuan immediately lifted his leg and kicked the person rushing at him; the man flew like he'd been hit by a truck, smashing into the bar, spitting out a mouthful of blood before lying still.

The others still tried to swarm him, but Lin Yuan blurred—his fists and feet were mere afterimages; before Yu Feng could even make out the moves, the dozen‑plus arrogant men were all lying on the ground.

Some clutched their arms and wailed, others passed out outright—

From the moment Lin Yuan struck to the end, it took less than fifteen seconds.

Yu Feng's hand, still holding the cup, froze mid‑air; the liquor trickled down the rim into his collar without him noticing, his eyes locked on Lin Yuan, the red‑from‑crying eyes filled with shock, even forgetting to breathe.

His companions were even more exaggerated—some dropped their bottles straight to the floor, some slumped seated, muttering: "This… this is just too strong…"

Lin Yuan, in a few seconds, knocked down a dozen or so martial‑arts gym experts.

This scene completely intimidated Yu Feng and the others.

Yu Feng suddenly went "thud" and knelt on the ground, his voice thick with alcohol and sobbing: "Lin Laoshi! No! Master! I was wrong! I was blind before! Please take me as your disciple! I'll follow you from now on!"

Lin Yuan glanced at him, his eyes showing no ripple, merely brushing dust off his hands: "I don't take disciples, especially worthless students who only know how to throw their weight around."

Yu Feng remained kneeling, his hand still frozen mid‑air, his expression complex.

He suddenly crawled forward two more steps, grabbed Lin Yuan's pant leg, his voice thick with alcohol and sobbing, now more urgent:

"Even if Master won't take me, it's fine! Lin Laoshi! I no longer ask to be your disciple—I beg you to let me join the Goddess Bar as a lackey! I can do anything—watch the door, move liquor, clean! As long as I can follow you, I'll never cause trouble again!"

Yu Feng had just personally witnessed Lin Yuan, in a few seconds, flatten a dozen or so martial‑arts gym fighters…

He no longer harbored any resentment; only fear and respect remained. All he thought about was latching onto this "big tree" so he could hold his head high at school.

This is none other than the Priest himself!

Lin Yuan's brows furrowed slightly, and he said coldly: "The Goddess Bar doesn't take idlers, and certainly not trash like you."

Upon hearing Lin Yuan's refusal, Yu Feng's body tensed; he was about to speak again when someone yanked his wrist hard, staggering him two steps toward the side corner.

"Don't spout nonsense!" Cousin Yu Guan lowered his voice, brows knotted, his grip unrelenting: "What kind of person is Lin Yuan? You think you can just claim to be his lackey?"

Just then, the bar's glass door was shoved open, a blast of cold air laced with perfume pouring in—

You Nianchu wore a cream‑colored little dress, stepped in thin heels, and behind her followed dozens of black‑suit‑clad, sunglasses‑wearing bodyguards.

The bodyguards were tall and broad; as soon as they entered they automatically fanned out, subtly blocking most of the entrance, instantly quieting the noisy bar a bit.

You Nianchu's gaze swept past everyone, cutting straight through the crowd to land precisely on Lin Yuan standing before the bar.

She hurried over, her tone mixing grievance and hidden anger: "Lin Laoshi, you suddenly bolted after evening class—what's the meaning of that? You made me search for half a day without finding you!"

She reached Lin Yuan, finally catching sight of Zhao Yuyan beside him; her eyes instantly turned cold, her red lips curling in a sneer: "So you're at the bar, on a date with that vixen Zhao Yuyan!"

The three words "vixen" had barely left her mouth when Zhao Yuyan's hand, holding the cup, paused, and she lifted her gaze to You Nianchu.

Zhao Yuyan's voice was icy: "You stinky brat from the You family, speaking so rudely—did no one at home teach you manners?"

Meanwhile, not far away, Yu Feng had just been hauled by his cousin to the door's edge.

But Yu Feng froze again at that moment; the instant he saw You Nianchu, his whole body locked up—

He knew You Nianchu, the school's top beauty, a famously rich lady; though she looked delicate and soft, no one dared provoke her.

But Yu Feng had never imagined that You Nianchu could bring so many bodyguards—her entourage was even more intimidating than the martial‑arts gym crowd just moments before.

"Feng… Feng‑bro, isn't that our school's You Nianchu?" a yellow‑haired lackey sidled up, voice trembling: "How can she have so many bodyguards? Her background must be huge!"

Yu Feng was also shocked inside; the You family's background probably isn't simple either!

This lovely campus belle's background is surely not small!

At the bar counter, Lin Yuan watched as two women appeared at once, and he couldn't help but feel a headache.

Just after dealing with Yu Feng's trouble, another big trouble pops up.

Lin Yuan was just about to pull the two women apart.

But You Nianchu and Zhao Yuyan had already started arguing with each other.

You Nianchu said coldly, "Zhao Yuyan! Stop clinging to my Lin Laoshi! He doesn't like you at all—what's the point of you pestering him like this?"

Zhao Yuyan slowly straightened up, her fingertips idly twirling the ends of her hair, her gaze sweeping over You Nianchu, her tone full of nonchalant mockery.

"I'm on a date with my boyfriend—what's it to you, a yellow-haired brat?"

"Boyfriend?" You Nianchu reacted like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, fur bristling instantly, she reached to push Zhao Yuyan, but Lin Yuan timely grabbed her wrist.

You Nianchu struggled but couldn't break free, so she could only glare at Zhao Yuyan, eyes blazing as she snapped, "When did Lin Laoshi become your boyfriend? Stop spouting nonsense!"

The air in front of the bar counter was already filled with the smell of gunpowder.

You Nianchu said that and lunged forward, grabbing Lin Yuan's left arm, her nails almost digging into his sleeve.

"Lin Laoshi! Tell me—who is your girlfriend, me or her? You have to make it clear today!"

Lin Yuan was about to speak when his right arm was suddenly grabbed—

Zhao Yuyan hooked her fingertips onto his sleeve, pressure light but firm, her eyes flashing with a hint of challenge: "Yeah, Lin Yuan, tell us—who's your girlfriend? Me or You Nianchu? Pick one!"

The two pulled him left and right, each tugging toward herself, Lin Yuan caught in the middle, his arms aching from being stretched, his brows knitting tighter: "Stop it, let go first!"

"I won't let go!" You Nianchu stuck out her neck, eyes red but refusing to yield, "If you don't make it clear today, I won't release you! Zhao Yuyan is just a fox spirit—you can't let her fool you!"

"A fox spirit?" Zhao Yuyan laughed, her grip on Lin Yuan's arm tightening instead, "At least it's better than some people who rely on being young to stir up trouble and cling stubbornly; if Lin Yuan truly had to choose, he might not pick someone like you who only knows how to cry and make a fuss."

They exchanged words back and forth, the pulling force growing stronger, Lin Yuan being jerked side to side.

The bar's patrons stopped what they were doing, raising their glasses to look over, eyes full of curious glee at the spectacle.

"Say it or not!" You Nianchu grew frantic, shaking Lin Yuan's arm, "Lin Laoshi! Say it quick!"

Lin Yuan was about to open his mouth to explain when he suddenly felt his neck lightly hooked—

Zhao Yuyan had at some point released his arm, raised her hand to loop behind him, her fingertips gripping his collar and pulling him toward her; before Lin Yuan could react, her warm lips were already pressed against his.

That kiss was swift and unexpected; Lin Yuan's pupils contracted sharply, his whole body went rigid, even forgetting to breathe.

That woman Zhao Yuyan actually pulled a sneak attack?!

You Nianchu's motion froze instantly, her eyes wide as saucers!

She stared blankly at the scene before her, the words stuck in her throat, then a second later she exploded: "Zhao Yuyan! You bastard!"

You Nianchu shoved Zhao Yuyan away.

Zhao Yuyan staggered back two steps, still smiling at the corner of her mouth, she wiped her lips: "I just did what Lin Yuan didn't dare to do—how does that make me a bastard?"

"You!" You Nianchu trembled with rage, turning her head to look at Lin Yuan, still dazed……

You Nianchu suddenly rose onto her tiptoes, pressed her hand against his shoulder, heedless of everything as she leaned in, her lips meeting his——

She actually force‑kissed Lin Yuan too!

And her kiss was even more hurried than Zhao Yuyan's, tinged with a childish competitiveness!