Chapter 433: He came in person to redeem!

Lin Yuan performed Feiyan Zubie, chasing all the way!

He lightly tapped his foot on the wall of the street-side shops, and his body sprang forward using the rebound!

Like a gecko, he moved swiftly along the wall; the Feiyan Zubie posture was neat and shocking.

He leapt consecutively over three shop walls... each jump landed precisely on the edge of the next building's wall, the motion flowing smoothly like drifting clouds and water!

His speed kept increasing, and he quickly closed the distance to Baihejie's BMW.

Inside the BMW...... Baihejie gripped the steering wheel tightly with both hands;

Baihejie caught a glimpse from the corner of his eye of the outside of the car window... Lin Yuan pursuing on the wall...

Baihejie was shocked and horrified! His pupils contracted!

Watching Lin Yuan's figure move along the wall as if on level ground...

Baihejie's mind went blank, only terror remained...

"Damn, is he even human?!"

"Feiyan Zubie?!"

Baihejie swallowed, his throat tightening!

"This kind of lightness skill, Feiyan Zubie, I've only ever seen in martial arts movies!"

"Damn... it's comparable to Hollywood movie special effects!"

In panic, Baihejie pressed the accelerator again, and the BMW's speed increased further!

But Lin Yuan's figure still kept close beside the car, even getting closer.

Suddenly, Lin Yuan exerted force with his legs on the wall, his body shooting like an arrow toward the BMW!

"Bang!"

Lin Yuan landed steadily on the roof!

His feet on the roof made a muffled "thud".

Baihejie shuddered in fright, instantly jerked the steering wheel, and slammed the brakes!

He tried to throw Lin Yuan off the roof!

The BMW's body shook violently on the road.

But Lin Yuan stood firm on the roof, clenched his right fist, and slammed it hard into the metal roof!

"Clang!"

The roof was dented by the punch, the metal deforming instantly.

He immediately reached out, grabbed the dent, and tore it forcefully!

The roof metal tore open like paper, revealing the panicked Baihejie inside.

Lin Yuan leaned down, his left hand seizing Baihejie's throat!

Without giving him a chance to struggle, Lin Yuan exerted force with his arm, yanking him out of the car and tossing him onto the vacant roadside.

Baihejie fell to the ground, his whole body aching as if his bones were falling apart!

Watching Lin Yuan approach step by step...... Baihejie stumbled back in terror, his mental defenses completely collapsing, tears almost bursting forth.

Lin Yuan gave Baihejie no chance to beg, stepping forward and grabbing his collar!

"Young Master Bai, are you still trying to escape?" Lin Yuan's voice was icy and mocking.

The next second, Lin Yuan's fist came down hard!

"Bang! Bang bang!!" Lin Yuan's fists fell like a violent rain, hammering Baihejie's body!

Each punch carried fury, making Baihejie scream repeatedly.

Lin Yuan's fist heavily struck Baihejie's face@!

"Crack!" a tooth was knocked straight out, landing in the roadside grass.

Baihejie's mouth instantly filled with fresh blood, which trickled down the corner of his mouth, staining his chest hoodie red.

Lin Yuan didn't stop, throwing another punch at his eye socket!

Baihejie's eyes immediately reddened and swollen, soon narrowing to a slit.

In less than half a minute, Baihejie's whole face was beaten into a pig's head, his cheeks swollen high, covered in fist marks, looking miserable and wretched.

After finishing his punches, Lin Yuan reached out, grabbed Baihejie's hair, and slapped him left and right!

The "slap slap" sounds were especially loud on the street.

Baihejie, ferocious and broken, shouted in rage, "Lin Yuan…… you dare hit me?! I, Bai Jinhàn, won't let you off! Uh-ah!"

Lin Yuan sneered, "You won't let me off? I'd like to see how you try not to."

Lin Yuan slapped even harder!

"Slap slap slap slap!" the crisp slaps echoed in the night!

Baihejie was completely dazed by the slaps, vomiting blood in large mouthfuls!

"Pfft……!" blood spurted wildly from Baihejie's mouth, soaking his clothes red.

Lin Yuan dragged Baihejie's body all the way back.

Baihejie was dragged along the whole way...

Lin Yuan dragged him back to the bar's entrance.

At the bar's entrance, everyone who saw this was shocked!

Baihejie was actually dragged back by force?

Moreover, he was beaten until his whole body was covered in blood?

Baihejie's face was completely covered in blood, utterly miserable.

Lin Yuan stepped on Baihejie's head and continued beating him!

He gave Baihejie a frantic barrage of kicks with his leather shoes!!

Lin Yuan glared at him, voice burning with fury: 'You weren't just arrogant a moment ago? You still want to cripple me? Try crippling me!'

He slapped Baihejie several times again, the force so great it jerked Baihejie's head to the side!

I don't want to bother with you, yet you keep coming after me time and again—do you really think I'm easy to push around?

Lin Yuan kicked Baihejie in the gut, doubling him over, then said: 'If a tiger doesn't show its claws, you think I'm a sick cat?'

After that, Lin Yuan rained another flurry of slaps on Baihejie, occasionally kicking his back and legs.

At the bar entrance, everyone was dumbfounded, staring blankly at the scene.

Pan Jia and the others stared wide-eyed.

The customers at the bar entrance looked even more dumbfounded...

This is the Young Master of Bai Jinhan!

The notorious Young Master of the extreme path.

Yet at this moment, Lin Yuan was giving him a violent beating.

This is just too damn badass!

Baihejie was beaten so badly he spat blood, blood spattering the ground; he soon lay trembling, his clothes nearly soaked through with blood.

Baihejie finally broke down!

His voice weak and trembling, he begged intermittently: 'Sorry... I was wrong...'

Baihejie painfully lifted his blood‑covered head to look at Lin Yuan...

A tear mixed with blood trickled down as he whispered: 'I was wrong... please spare me...'

Lin Yuan stared at the blood‑spitting Baihejie on the ground, a cold smile curling his lips: 'Oh you were wrong? Now you know to beg for mercy?'

He stepped forward, planting his foot on Baihejie's wrist, voice icy: 'Too late.'

Lin Yuan raised his hand, about to strike Baihejie's arm...

Obviously he was preparing to use the Bone-Dislocation Technique to cripple him, robbing him of any ability to cause trouble again.

Just then, Lin Yuan's phone in his pocket suddenly rang, breaking the street's tense atmosphere.

Lin Yuan halted, pulled out his phone, and glanced at the screen.

The screen displayed an unknown incoming call number.

He frowned, pressed answer, and brought the phone to his ear.

A hoarse, urgent voice came from the other end, clearly panicked and pleading: 'Lin Yuan! I'm Bai Guiyuan!'

Lin Yuan held the phone, a cold smile on his lips: 'Oh, it's Chairman Bai—what do you want?'

On the phone, Bai Guiyuan's voice was solemn: 'I already know about what happened to my son tonight.'

Bai Guiyuan's voice was low but full of apology: 'It's my son's fault—he's in the wrong; I hereby sincerely apologize. Sorry.'

He paused, his tone more humble: 'Lin Brother, please show mercy—don't treat him as an equal. If there's anything we can discuss, I'll certainly give you a satisfactory settlement.'

This call, however, took Lin Yuan by surprise.

Lin Yuan kept his foot on Baihejie's wrist, his gaze cold and fierce as he waited for Bai Guiyuan to continue.

Lin Yuan pressed down slightly with his foot, making Baihejie grunt in pain.

Lin Yuan countered over the phone: 'How will you settle this? Your son has repeatedly come to cause me trouble—how do you intend to handle it?'

Bai Guiyuan's voice over the phone grew urgent: 'Lin Brother, please show mercy—don't hurt him. I'm coming right away; just five minutes, wait for me? I'll come in person and give you a satisfactory settlement. Sorry, it's my failure in raising my son.'

Lin Yuan glanced down at the curled‑up Baihejie on the ground, then at the nearby special forces and thugs still howling in pain.

He fell silent for three seconds, then said coldly into the phone: 'Fine, I'll wait. But you'd better hurry—and make sure your settlement satisfies me, or don't blame me for not giving you face.'

Lin Yuan said that and hung up.

Meanwhile, the Goddess Lin Yun'er suddenly sent him a message on his phone:

【Lin Yuan, is Baihejie in your hands? Don't go too hard on him—leave him a way out. Bai Jinhan, we can't touch him for now.】

Lin Yuan saw the Goddess's WeChat message, his eyes narrowing slightly.

He replied: '【I'll see how things go.】'

……

Meanwhile, at night by the Qiantang River, inside an office building.

Qin Bore was soaking in the tub, enjoying a rose‑milk bath.

Secretary Lin Yun'er stood to the side, gently bringing her fruit.

'Miss, I've already sent Lin Yuan a WeChat to remind him,' Lin Yun'er said.

'Oh,' Qin Bore replied lightly.

'Miss, I don't get why we have to keep Baihejie. We could just get rid of him now—no problem. Are you still afraid of Bai Jinhan?' Lin Yun'er asked, puzzled.

Qin Bore lightly extended her arm, playing with a rose petal.

She said softly: 'Keeping Baihejie is first to avoid alerting the enemy. The true backing behind Bai Jinhan is huge—I suspect it's tied to the authorities. I haven't turned up any leads yet, so for now we keep him and can't act against them; I still need to investigate.'

Qin Bore continued: 'Second, keeping Baihejie gives Lin Yuan a chance to train. If we take out this little boss so quickly, his path in the martial world would be too smooth—advancing too fast isn't good. He still needs to grow and gain experience.'

Qin Bore lightly sipped some juice, her eyes glowing faintly.

'Miss, aren't you being too solicitous toward him? I can't watch anymore—you might as well just marry him on the spot, or let him marry into the Qin family as a son‑in‑law.' Lin Yun'er teased.

Qin Bore gave her a look: 'Stop talking nonsense—don't you believe I'd really transfer you back to the capital?'

Lin Yun'er stuck out her tongue, hurriedly pleading: 'Miss, please—I want to spend my life by your side, following you.'

……

At the Goddess Bar entrance.

Lin Yuan sat on the plastic chair at the bar entrance, back ramrod straight.

He planted his right foot firmly on Baihejie's occiput, forcing the man's face to the ground, leaving him no strength to lift his head.

Lin Yuan's eyes were filled with icy calm, as if what he stepped on wasn't a person but merely an insignificant stone.

The security guards surrounded him, still holding their batons, looking at Lin Yuan with eyes full of awe!

The scene of Lin Yuan recently using Feiyan Zubie to single-handedly defeat thirty retired special forces soldiers kept replaying in their minds.

The onlooking customers dared not get too close, all standing far away on the street side, watching.

Baihejie had his cheek pressed against the cold ground, blood foam still in his mouth, his nose aching from the impact, yet he could only emit a weak whimper, not daring to struggle.

Having just tasted a brutal beating, he never wanted to experience it again.

Not far away, the thugs previously defeated by Lin Yuan and the security guards still lay on the ground…

Some clutched broken arms, others held broken legs, their rising and falling wails drifting on the night wind, adding further tension to the scene.

Suddenly, a car engine sound came from the street side.

A black BMW drove toward the bar entrance, its speed gradually slowing, finally stopping ten meters away from the crowd.