Chapter 421: I Still Dare to Kill You!

As Baihejie gave an order,

At the entrance of the Goddess Bar.

In the night…… that yellow heavy bulldozer…… suddenly burst out with a low, rumbling engine roar.

The bulldozer rumbled slowly, its black tracks turning slowly, crushing the gravel and fallen leaves on the ground, emitting a sharp creaking sound.

The huge bucket lifted slightly, under the streetlight's glow, shedding a cold, hard metallic sheen.

It began to move toward the bar's entrance, slow but carrying an unstoppable sense of oppression.

……

Meanwhile, inside the Goddess Bar…… Lin Yuan sat before the bar counter, also feeling the ground's vibration.

The teacup on the coffee table trembled slightly.

Lin Yuan watched the trembling teacup on the coffee table, the ground also trembling slightly.

This was the huge commotion caused by the bulldozer moving forward.

Lin Yuan's voice suddenly turned cold.

"Young Master Bai, I kindly invited you for a drink, and you treat me like this? It seems there's nothing left to discuss."

As his words fell, Lin Yuan rose directly, his aura instantly turning sharp.

Baihejie heard this, lifted his head from the booth, and let out a sneer.

"Because you're nothing but a dog guarding the Goddess Bar."

"To deal with a dog, you use dog‑training methods."

Baihejie's smile was cold and mocking.

Having said that, Baihejie's hand suddenly went to his waist, moving with astonishing speed.

The next second, a black pistol was drawn, its barrel steadily aimed at Lin Yuan's chest.

"Lin Yuan, standing up won't help you."

"Your Silver Needle… is it faster than my bullet?"

The barrel glowed cold, Baihejie's eyes full of teasing, he was certain Lin Yuan wouldn't dare move again.

Yu Meng behind the bar saw the pistol, her legs went weak, and she slumped to the floor.

Swish!

Around the bar, the security guards seeing this rushed over.

Pan Jia led dozens of security brothers surrounding them.

"Heh, are these security guards faster than my bullet?" Baihejie glanced coldly at the surrounding guards, his voice mocking.

His gun barrel was thus aimed and locked onto Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan snorted, "Why not give it a try?"

Baihejie showed no mercy, firing fiercely!

This shot, he aimed instantly at Lin Yuan's forehead!

Tonight, Baihejie had gone all out…… intending to take down Lin Yuan!

"Bang!"

The gunshot exploded suddenly in the bar, accompanied by a piercing echo!

But just as the bullet was about to hit Lin Yuan……

Lin Yuan, however, suddenly…… sidestepped, moving so fast it was like a afterimage!

The bullet whizzed past Lin Yuan's cheek by a millimeter!

The stirred air brushed his skin, leaving a hint of chill.

The bullet struck the wall behind him, emitting a muffled "puf@!" and spraying fine wall dust.

Inside the bar's dance floor, the loud music still reverberated.

The patrons were immersed in the rhythm, unaware of the abnormal situation in the booth area……

Baihejie's pupils contracted, the smug look on his face froze instantly, filled with disbelief!

The pistol bullet, he actually dodged it?!

Damn, is he even human?!

Baihejie fiercely pulled the trigger, preparing to fire a second shot!

He refused to believe it! This Lin Yuan…… could he dodge a second bullet?!

But just then! A Silver Needle shot from Lin Yuan's fingertip!

The Silver Needle, swift as lightning…… precisely struck Baihejie's neck acupoint!

Baihejie felt a sharp pain spreading from his neck, like an electric current surging through his whole body.

Then his whole body went numb, his arm first stiffening, then he couldn't move his body at all?

His hand holding the gun halted mid‑air, his fingers unable to press the trigger.

His whole body froze in place, only his eyeballs able to twitch slightly, staring at Lin Yuan in terror.

"You! What did you do to me?!"

Baihejie exclaimed in terror!

He had never felt such a terrifying scene in his life—he was actually immobilized by a single Silver Needle, unable to move?

Lin Yuan snorted: "Nothing much, I just sealed your acupoint, leaving you unable to move."

Baihejie's pistol was still in his hand, but he couldn't move it.

Lin Yuan stepped forward and seized his weapon.

"Click… click‑clack!" Lin Yuan actually dismantled the pistol into a pile of metal parts!

Handgun parts scattered on the ground, making a crisp clattering sound.

Baihejie let out a hoarse roar from his throat, his eyes full of venom, and began to spew vicious words:

"Lin Yuan! Dare you move against me? My White Gold Han Group won't let you off! My father will make you die without a burial place!"

Lin Yuan raised his hand and slapped him, sending him flying to the ground!

"You fucking dare hit me?"

Baihejie lay on the ground, half his face instantly swelling red, and he roared in disbelief.

Lin Yuan's leather shoe stepped on his face, the sole's tread pressing hard against his cheek.

He spat a mouthful of phlegm, which landed on Baihejie's forehead and slid down sticky.

"Keep nagging, and I dare kill you—believe it or not?"

Lin Yuan's voice was as cold as ice, without a trace of warmth.

Lin Yuan directly seized Baihejie, grabbing the back of his collar with one hand and lifting him off the ground.

"If you dare let the bulldozer in, I dare break your limbs and send you on your way—believe it or not?"

Lin Yuan's gaze swept toward the doorway, the ruthlessness in his tone making Baihejie shudder all over.

Baihejie was held by the collar, yet he still stuck out his neck and shouted furiously.

"If you've got the guts, come on! I want to see, if you really move against me today, how you'll settle things with my White Gold Han Group!"

Baihejie knew full well that Lin Yuan would never actually strike.

What a joke—he's the Young Master of the White Gold Han Group!

In the whole Hangcheng circle, who dares to touch a single hair of his?

Lin Yuan's mouth corner instead curled into a cold, piercing arc.

Lin Yuan firmly locked onto his left arm's joint.

"Crack—!"

The sound of joint dislocation tearing swept through!

Baihejie's face instantly turned ashen, his pupils dilated sharply, and a heart-rending wail exploded:

"Ah—! My hand! My hand uh ah!!"

Baihejie's left arm bent at a strange angle, blood quickly soaking through the white suit sleeve and dripping from his fingertips.

Lin Yuan didn't stop; his right hand immediately locked onto Baihejie's right arm, his eyes showing no ripple.

"Crack—!"

Another crisp sound rang out, Baihejie's right arm felt the same excruciating pain, his whole body drained of strength and went limp in Lin Yuan's grasp!

"Ugh ah!! Lin Yuan! Stop! Stop quickly!! I was wrong! I was wrong!!"

Baihejie's wail grew louder, he broke down, and finally begged for mercy!!

Baihejie no longer had his earlier arrogance; beads of cold sweat speckled his forehead, trickling down his cheeks.

Lin Yuan's leather shoe was already stepping on his knee.

"Next, it's your legs' turn."

Baihejie trembled violently all over, his two broken arms hanging at his sides, every movement tugging at heart‑piercing pain! ~

"Don't… don't hit anymore! I'll stop the bulldozer! I'll have them stop right away!"

Lin Yuan hauled him by the collar, dragging him two steps toward the doorway, "Now, call your people."

Baihejie's eyes and nose streamed from pain, he dared not resist, and hastily nodded: "Okay! Okay! I'll call! I'll call now!"

He tried to reach into his pocket for his phone, but as soon as he moved his shoulder, a piercing pain shot from his broken arm, his fingers couldn't even reach the pocket's edge.

Lin Yuan watched his futile struggle and gave a cold chuckle.

Lin Yuan leaned in and directly pulled the phone from his inner suit pocket.

His fingertip swiped twice on the screen, found the contact labeled "subordinates," and pressed the call button.

The phone had just rung once when the other end picked up, and a hurried voice came through the earpiece: "Young Master Bai! The bulldozer's already at the door—when are we hitting it?"

Lin Yuan brought the phone to Baihejie's mouth.

"Speak."

Baihejie gritted his teeth, the pain from his broken arm making his whole body tremble.

He roared into the phone: "Withdraw! Everyone withdraw! Don't touch the bar at all! Quick!"

"Young Master Bai? This, we're withdrawing just like that?? We went through all that trouble, and the bulldozer's already at the door?!"

Baihejie roared ferociously into the phone: "This is my order! Stop immediately! Bulldozer, retreat!"

"Yes… subordinate understands…"

Lin Yuan hung up the phone.

Not long after, the originally trembling ground gradually returned to calm.

The bulldozer really withdrew.

"The bulldozer has stopped—now… can you let me go?!" Baihejie said, his face ashen and trembling.

"You want me to let you go? Beg me." Lin Yuan said with a cold sneer.

Baihejie gritted his teeth, "You…"

But in the end, Baihejie still gritted his teeth and pleaded: "Lin Yuan, I… I'm begging you… let me go… okay?"

As he said those words, Baihejie's face was full of humiliation.

He is, after all, the proper Young Master of the White Gold Han Group!

When had he ever suffered such humiliation?

When had he ever begged anyone else?!

But today, he lost all face!

Lin Yuan then released Baihejie, reached out and pulled the Silver Needle from his neck.

Baihejie moved his stiff body a little; the pain at his broken arm remained piercing, but he could barely move.

Lin Yuan sneered: "Today I only broke your two arms; your arm joints are temporarily dislocated. Have a doctor treat them when you go back, and they can still be reattached."

"But if there is a next time, I will directly twist and break your joints, leaving you no chance to reattach your arms."

As soon as his words fell, Lin Yuan grabbed Baihejie's back collar and dragged him toward the door like trash.

With a bang, Baihejie was thrown out of the bar's door, landing on the cold ground; the pain in his broken arm flared again, causing him to curl up.

Outside the bar door, the black-clad thugs who had originally retreated to the street corner, seeing this, immediately swarmed over!

But the thugs, wary of Lin Yuan, only dared to linger three steps away, not daring to approach.

"Get lost, Young Master Bai." Lin Yuan said coldly.

Baihejie, enduring the excruciating pain of his broken arm, rolled and crawled toward the thug crowd.

The thugs in black suits immediately surrounded him, forming a human wall that protected him in the middle.

Baihejie hid behind the crowd, his forehead drenched in cold sweat from the pain; at this moment he finally breathed a sigh of relief!

He had finally escaped the clutches of that demon, Lin Yuan.

Baihejie shouted angrily at his subordinates: "What the hell are you standing there for? Get up and attack him! Cripple him!"