Chapter 69: Breaking Your Arms

Early the next morning, Lin Yang returned after finishing his training circuit.

Just after he got home a moment later, he saw Zhao Feiyan returning with breakfast, her face full of panic.

"Feiyan sis, what's wrong?"

Seeing Zhao Feiyan's panicked look, Lin Yang asked concernedly.

"Lin Yang, call Ying'er out, we need to leave quickly."

Seeing Zhao Feiyan's panicked look, he frowned and asked.

"Feiyan sis, what happened?"

"I went to buy breakfast, ran into a group of people, and they were muttering your name..."

Before he could finish, they heard a violent knocking at the door.

"Bang bang bang."

"Anyone there?"

Zhao Feiyan's face changed from fright, and she made a silencing gesture toward Lin Yang.

"Ugh, early in the morning, why so noisy? Do people even get to sleep?"

Sleepy-eyed Lin Ying'er walked out of the room, complaining.

Now Zhao Feiyan was frightened until her face turned deathly pale.

Outside fell silent for a moment, then came the sound of someone kicking the door.

"Bang"

With a heavy blow, the door was kicked open.

Six burly men walked into the house.

Seeing the six, Lin Ying'er hid behind Lin Yang in fright.

"Brother!"

After the six entered, they saw Zhao Feiyan and Lin Ying'er, and their eyes lit up with lewdness.

"Yo, there are two beauties?"

The tattooed, bald-headed leader said.

"Brothers, let's take care of business first."

Then, he turned his gaze to Lin Yang and said in a low voice.

"You're Lin Yang, right?"

Under Zhao Feiyan's worried gaze, Lin Yang stood up, smiled, and walked over to the tattooed man.

"It's me. What do you want?"

Seeing Lin Yang so candidly admit it, the tattooed man was somewhat taken aback, then said.

"You've offended someone you can't afford to offend; now I'm going to chop off your hands and bring them back to report!"

Saying that, he drew a watermelon cleaver from his waist.

Seeing the tattooed man draw the watermelon cleaver, Zhao Feiyan's face turned white with fear.

"Lin Yang!"

Lin Yang turned his head and returned a smile, then said softly.

"Don't worry, it's fine!"

The tattooed man snorted coldly and swung his cleaver at Lin Yang.

"It's fine; who do you think you are?"

However, his blade didn't fall; Lin Yang pinned it with two fingers, unable to move an inch.

The tattooed man kept straining, his face turning red from overexertion, yet he still couldn't advance even a bit.

"Haven't you eaten?"

Lin Yang flicked his finger, shattering the blade outright.

After the blade shattered, Lin Yang lifted the tattooed man with one hand.

"Tell me, who sent you?"

Seeing this, the tattooed man's lackeys all shouted and charged at Lin Yang.

"A bunch of grasshoppers—don't jump around uselessly."

After a series of wails, a gang of thugs lay on the ground groaning.

Lin Yang held the tattooed man aloft as easily as holding a chick.

"You weren't going to cripple my hands, were you?"

He pointed his finger, and a surge of power shot straight at the tattooed man's hands.

"Crack"

The sound of bones cracking rang out, and the tattooed man let out a painful wail.

"Tell me, who sent you guys?"

Seeing the tattooed man still refusing to speak, Lin Yang casually threw him to the ground and took out a silver needle.

"This needle will hurt ten times more than a broken bone!"

"If you think you can endure it, then stay silent."

Seeing Lin Yang holding the silver needle and slowly approaching, the tattooed man's legs went weak with fear.

"Don't come over; we're Da Fei Ge's men."

"If you kill us, Da Fei Ge won't let you off!"

"Which Da Fei Ge?"

Seeing that Lin Yang did not continue to attack, the tattooed man thought Lin Yang feared his boss.

A pleased expression appeared on his face as he looked at Lin Yang and said.

"Of course it's Chen Fei, who is as renowned as Zhang Tianhua, Elder Brother Chen!"

"On the southwest road, he is known as 'Southern Chen, Northern Zhang'."

Seeing the tattooed man and his group looking pleased, Lin Yang shook his head.

"I don't know him, but I have no grudge against him in the past, no recent enmity; he must have been instructed by someone to deal with me."

The tattooed man was stunned, shook his head and said.

"I don't know!"

Lin Yang sighed, walked up to him, and crushed the bone of one of his feet with one foot.

Then he squatted down, waving the silver needle in front of the tattooed man.

"You really don't know?"

Looking at the silver needle, sweat poured from the tattooed man's forehead, but he still gritted his teeth and said.

"I don't know, I don't know whatever you say!"

As soon as his words fell, Lin Yang's silver needle dropped.

The moment the silver needle pierced the tattooed man's body, he let out a painful scream.

"Ah!"

After crying out, he began to twitch on the ground, unable to utter a word.

Lin Yang looked at the others, his gaze cold.

If Zhao Feiyan and Lin Ying'er were not present, he would have opened a massacre today.

"You only have one chance; tell me, who exactly sent you here?"

As they faced each other at the gate, Lin Yang produced the silver needle.

Seeing Lin Yang produce the silver needle, someone immediately shouted.

"It's Young Master Han; the Han Family is our backing..."

Upon hearing it was the Han Family, Lin Yang immediately understood.

"Now that you're obedient, congratulations, you've saved your lives!"

Lin Yang walked up to the tattooed man and withdrew the silver needle.

Only then did the tattooed man return to normal; he crawled up from the ground, looking at Lin Yang with fear.

"Go tell your boss that I will certainly come calling; get lost."

Upon hearing this, the crowd felt as if granted a pardon, helped up the tattooed man lying on the ground, and ran outward.

Each of them wished their parents had given them eight legs so they could run faster.

They had just left when Wei Ying arrived.

Wei Ying looked at the damaged door, frowned, and said.

"Mr. Lin, is there anything you need my help with?"

"There's something I really need you to do: take my sister and Sister Feiyan to the Lu Shan villa."

Zhao Feiyan and the other looked worriedly at Lin Yang and asked.

"And you?"

Lin Yang laughed heartily, pointed at Wei Ying, and said.

"I'm certainly going to the Wei Family; rest assured, I'm fine."

After Zhao Feiyan and the other were sent off, Wei Ying said to Lin Yang.

"Mr. Lin, please."

On the way to the Wei Family, Lin Yang inquired.

"Miss Wei, do you know Chen Fei?"

"Chen Fei?"

Wei Ying pondered for a moment and said.

"I recall: he's now in real estate; a few years ago he was the Han Family's black glove, only recently has he cleaned up and gone legit."

"Mr. Lin, was this morning's incident his doing?"

"Heh, just a grasshopper; he can't make waves."

Whether it's Chen Fei or the Han Family, in Lin Yang's eyes they are nothing but ants.

Since these ants have come to bother him, he doesn't mind crushing them with a finger.

Wei Ying, unaware of Lin Yang's thoughts, was considering whether to tell her grandfather and father about this, to find people to help Lin Yang, thereby improving relations.

Not long after both were thinking about things, they finally arrived at the Wei Family.

At this moment, outside the garden of the Wei Family villa, an old man in a Zhongshan suit stood.

The old man was indeed the pillar of the Wei Family, Wei Changsheng.

Upon seeing Lin Yang get out of the car, he laughed loudly and went to greet him.