Chapter 74: Direct Action

Lin Yu stood there, his gaze full of mockery.

"But seriously," he said, looking at the enraged Wu Teng Qianqiu, his tone as relaxed as if chatting at home, "I really admire your courage."

"What do you mean?" Wu Teng Qianqiu asked through clenched teeth.

"What do you say?" Lin Yu sneered, "I smashed Gong Teng Youzuo's head, and you still dare to negotiate with me, with such arrogance."

He shook his head, a look of sudden enlightenment: "Ah, I see. This must be your Eastern peoples' collective macro‑brain atrophy at work."

"You're asking for death!" the guards of Wu Teng Qianqiu already gripped their blades.

"Look, look," Lin Yu said as if he'd discovered something interesting, "this is the best evidence. How could a normal brain produce such a foolish reaction?"

He turned to Qin Dong Zhi, speaking seriously, "Commander Qin, what do you think? This condition is severe; I suggest they go back and get proper treatment."

"You!" Wu Teng Qianqiu trembled with rage.

"Oh, by the way," Lin Yu added, "I've heard this condition is hereditary, no wonder your whole nation is like this."

"Baka!" Wu Teng Qianqiu lost all reason, "Just you wait! When the 9th Division arrives, I'll turn the entire Shen City into scorched earth!"

He pointed at Lin Yu, his voice trembling with anger, "When that time comes, you Lin Yu will be a criminal of the Great Dry! A criminal of the entire nation!"

Lin Yu, unhurried, pulled out a three‑cannon cigarette and lit it.

He took a deep drag, sneered, "What trash division, do you think I really care?"

That sentence made even Qin Dong Zhi freeze.

The 9th Division is the Eastern Empire's elite force; even I, the Security Commander, dare not look down on it, yet Lin Yu actually said… trash division?

Just as everyone was shocked, Lin Yu suddenly sprang up.

Bang!

He kicked the tea table in front of him over with a single foot, tea splashing everywhere.

Almost simultaneously, the private room's door was violently thrown open.

A dozen or so Fourth Bureau elite in suits surged in, their black barrels aimed at Wu Teng Qianqiu's party.

"Don't move!" Zhou Wei's voice was icy.

Wu Teng Qianqiu's guards were about to draw their blades when dozens of gun‑loading clicks rang out.

"I advise you not to act rashly," Lin Yu said leisurely, exhaling a smoke ring, "or today there will be a few more Eastern bodies here."

"Lin Yu!" Wu Teng Qianqiu trembled with fury, "How dare you!"

"I dare?" Lin Yu sneered, "Did you forget that Gong Teng Youzuo died under my gun?"

He stepped forward, looking down at Wu Teng Qianqiu, "Do you think I'm joking with you? Do you think I'm negotiating with you?"

"Director Lin!" Qin hurried forward, "We can talk it out…"

"Shut up!" Lin Yu didn't even glance at him, "Commander Qin, do you think I'm the type who reasons with beasts?"

The atmosphere in the private room instantly dropped to freezing.

Wu Teng Qianqiu and his guards were pointed at by a dozen guns, daring not to move.

Lin Yu hooked a finger toward the subordinate beside him.

A Fourth Bureau elite immediately understood, respectfully handing over his Winchester shotgun.

"Special Envoy Wu Teng," Lin Yu weighed the gun in his hand, sneering, "Do you know what I hate most?"

Wu Teng Qianqiu stared at him, the scar on his left eye twitching ferociously.

"It's your lofty, arrogant faces," Lin Yu said, suddenly swinging the gunstock and smashing it hard onto Wu Teng Qianqiu's forehead.

Bang!

Fresh blood instantly poured from Wu Teng Qianqiu's forehead.

"Baka!" Wu Teng Qianqiu tried to rise and resist, but the black barrels forced him immobile.

"What? Not convinced?" Lin Yu delivered another gunstock blow.

Snap!

Wu Teng Qianqiu staggered to the ground, his face etched with unprecedented humiliation.

He, the dignified Eastern Empire's special envoy, was being humiliated on his own turf!

"Lin Yu!" he snarled, "Just you wait!"

"Waiting for what?" Lin Yu sneered, another gunstock strike, "Waiting for your 9th Division?"

Bang!

"Or waiting for your Yamato Bushido spirit?"

Bang!

Each blow struck Wu Teng Qianqiu's most painful spot, not just physical pain but a total collapse of his dignity.

His guards watched their master being beaten, yet dared not act under the gun's threat.

"Director Lin!" Qin outwardly urged anxiously, but inside he was delighted.

This scene was more spectacular than he had imagined!

Seeing Wu Teng Qianqiu's blood‑swollen face, and the despair and humiliation in his eyes, Qin knew there was no turning back.

And that was the result he wanted.

"Baka!"

A samurai guard suddenly leapt up, throwing himself to protect Wu Teng Qianqiu, while blowing the whistle at his waist.

Before the sharp whistle ended, Lin Yu had already pulled the trigger.

Boom!

The close‑range shotgun's power was astonishing, instantly turning that guard into a sieve.

Flesh and blood flew everywhere.

The whole person flew out like a torn sack, slammed heavily into the wall, and when he slid down he was already a bloody mess of flesh.

Blood spattered everywhere.

Bloodstains and bits of flesh covered the tabletop, the tea cups, the tatami mats, and even the walls.

The strong smell of blood instantly filled the whole private room, making people want to vomit.

"Ah!" The other guards retreated in terror.

"Sorry," Lin Yu shrugged, looking indifferent, "My gun went off accidentally."

He looked at the ashen-faced Wu Teng Qianqiu, curled his lip in a cold smile, and said, "Besides, you Oriental dwarfs might as well die early and be reborn; in your next life, get a good rebirth and stop being beasts."

The private room fell into dead silence.

Everyone was stunned by this sudden bloody scene.

Even Qin Dongzhi didn't expect Lin Yu to be so decisive, so crazy.

Lin Yu pulled the bloodstained whistle from the corpse and played with it in his hand.

"Looks like," he sneered at Wu Teng Qianqiu, "this is the signal you agreed on with the French foreigners?"

Mutō Chiaki's expression instantly turned complex.

He was astonished, because Lin Yu's madness had exceeded his imagination. In all his years in Great Dry, he had never seen such a reckless person. This is practically a lunatic who doesn't care about his life!

Anger, because as a distinguished envoy of the Oriental Empire, he was actually humiliated like this here. His guards, and even they were beaten into a bloody mess right before his eyes!

But at the same time, a hint of joy welled up in his heart.

The whistle had already sounded; the French police outside should have received the signal.

Lei Nuo had promised him that as soon as he heard the signal, he would take immediate action.

Thinking this, Mutō Chiaki endured the sharp pain, curled the corner of his mouth in a grim smile, and said, "Lin Yu, you're finished!"

"Oh?" Lin Yu raised an eyebrow, "Just relying on those French dogs hiding outside?"

He played with the whistle in his hand, a flash of mockery in his eyes, and said, "You Orientals are really pathetic, relying on the most unreliable French."

"You..."

"However," Lin Yu suddenly laughed, a smile that made Mutō Chiaki's heart turn cold, "You think, since I dared to strike here, I would be unprepared?"