Chapter 149: Quick Transmigration: Film & Television Multiverse Chapter 29 — Dealing with Luo Shibin

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Protagonist:

Lin Hao

After the police arrived at the ice rink, Cai Xiaoguang hurriedly went up to meet them. After all, his father had been reinstated, so he now had confidence when facing these matters, and he took the initiative to shoulder the task of communicating with the police.

Cai Xiaoguang briefly explained the situation, saying the little hoodlums had all run off, and the police just registered the details and left.

Here, things finally calmed down.

Zhou Bingkun and the others, thinking Lin Hao's arm had been injured just now, all suggested sending him to the hospital for a proper check-up.

But Lin Hao waved his hand, smiling as he refused.

Lin Hao knew perfectly well in his heart that he was originally a doctor, and that injury just now was one he had deliberately taken; it wasn't serious at all, and he could just handle it himself when he got back.

So, the group lost interest in skating any further and went home together.

Zhang Yumei, warmly pulled along by Zhou Rong, also came along with them.

As soon as they got home, Ding Xiu and Zheng Juan got busy. They walked straight into the kitchen, tied on aprons, and started preparing the meal.

Several people bustled in the kitchen while chattering away, laughter and joy incessant, making the atmosphere at home lively and bustling.

Lin Hao sat in the living room, watching those busy figures in the kitchen, and a warmth couldn't help but well up in his heart.

He turned his head to look at Zhou Bingkun, Lin Kun, and Cai Xiaoguang sitting beside him, and said with a smile: "Today's matter, really thanks to everyone. If you hadn't rushed over in time, who knows how it would've turned out."

Lin Kun laughed and patted Lin Hao's shoulder, saying: "What are you saying? We're all family, we're supposed to look out for each other. Those little hoodlums deserved a good lesson. But you'd better take good care of that arm, don't let it leave any lingering issues."

Zhou Bingkun also nodded along: "Exactly, Haozi, your moves today were really something, you beat those guys until they scrambled away in panic, satisfying!"

Cai Xiaoguang then said with a laugh: "Haha, but today's matter counts as a scare without danger, right? Now just waiting for a good meal. I can already smell the aroma from the kitchen; this food will definitely be especially fragrant."

Everyone chatted back and forth, all waiting for a sumptuous meal to dispel the day's fatigue and shock in this warm atmosphere.

In the days that followed, the relationship between Lin Hao and Zhang Yumei was truly like dry tinder meeting fierce fire, burning hot.

Whenever they had time they stuck together, either strolling through streets and alleys sharing the bits and pieces of their lives, or finding a quiet corner to whisper sweet nothings; their relationship progressed by leaps and bounds, as if one could see the flower of love blooming brilliantly between them.

However, these peaceful and beautiful days didn't last long before Lin Hao keenly sensed something was off.

He constantly felt as if someone was secretly watching him, that gaze prickling his back, making his heart hair stand on end.

After a bout of careful observation, Lin Hao discovered to his surprise that the one watching him was actually Luo Shibin.

Thinking of Luo Shibin's behavior at the ice rink, and that he wasn't an easy character in the original drama either, Lin Hao's heart couldn't help but give a "thump," and he secretly mused: "Hmph, I haven't gone looking for trouble with you lot yet, but you actually came looking for me on your own? What are you up to?"

Lin Hao knew clearly that Luo Shibin definitely had no good intentions; he had to be on guard. So, for the next few days, he didn't go find Zhang Yumei for dates like usual.

Every day after work he went home early, and on Zhang Yumei's side he just said he'd been compounding herbs recently and was too busy to get away.

But actually, Lin Hao was plotting something.

Whenever night fell and the surrounding neighbors had pretty much all gone to sleep, Lin Hao would quietly climb out his own back window.

His movements were light and agile, like a night-wandering knight-errant, and then he carefully made his way toward Tu Zhiqiang's house.

After reaching the vicinity of Tu Zhiqiang's house, Lin Hao didn't act rashly, but first found a concealed corner to hide in.

He crouched there, eyes fixed on Tu Zhiqiang's front door and windows, just hoping to catch sight of whether Luo Shibin and his crew were inside drinking and gathering.

Just like that, Lin Hao staked it out for three consecutive days.

This night, effort pays off; he finally discovered Luo Shibin and his gang lively gathering at Tu Zhiqiang's house.

The room was brightly lit, and bursts of rowdy laughter and toasting could be heard from time to time; they were clearly drinking with great enthusiasm.

Seeing this, the corner of Lin Hao's mouth curled up slightly, revealing a meaningful smile.

He was dressed entirely in black, a black cap on his head, his whole person almost merging into the pitch-black night. There was no moon tonight, just right for Lin Hao to do his business.

He still crouched in that corner outside Tu Zhiqiang's house, patiently waiting for the opportunity. Beside him lay the half iron shovel handle he had prepared long ago. That half iron shovel handle gleamed with a cold light in the moonlight, as if also waiting for an imminent "battle."

Time passed bit by bit until past twelve. The night had deepened like a piece of heavy black cloth, pressing heavily on the earth.

Lin Hao crouched in that corner, eyes unblinking as he watched Tu Zhiqiang's house for movement, but Luo Shibin and his crew showed not the slightest sign of leaving.

Lin Hao couldn't help but wonder inwardly: "Are they planning to stay here all night? If they all stay, it'll be inconvenient for me to make a move."

Just as he was thinking this, suddenly, Tu Zhiqiang's door creaked open, and a swaying figure appeared in the doorway.

Lin Hao fixed his eyes and looked — hey, it was precisely Luo Shibin.

He saw him staggering, muttering something, clearly drunk out of his mind. Right now he probably couldn't hold it anymore and had come out to piss.

This was exactly the opportunity Lin Hao had been waiting for. He didn't hesitate at all; right then, like an agile black panther, taking advantage of the thick night, he silently rushed toward Luo Shibin.

Luo Shibin was muddleheaded right now, his head dizzy, full of alcohol fumes; he never imagined someone would come deal with him in the dead of night. He had just walked to the wall by the door, about to unzip his pants to relieve himself, when he felt a sudden sharp pain in the back of his head, as if something hard had smashed him hard. "Ai yo" — a miserable cry hadn't even fully left his mouth before his two arms and two legs each took a heavy blow in turn.

These few strikes were truly ruthless and accurate. Luo Shibin only felt a heart-piercing pain instantly spread through his whole body, the sensation like countless needles stabbing into his bones. He howled "Ao ao" in pain, his whole body collapsing to the ground, mouth nonstop shouting: "Ai yo, you're killing me, which son of a bitch dares hit me..."