Chapter 371: Who Told You to Stand

Enoch City, the city founded by Gai Yin and named after his firstborn, once perhaps enjoyed a period that followed some primitive rule.

However, as violence and sin spread through the Human World like a plague, this city‑state dubbed the "Firstborn of Sin" was the first to fall, completely collapsing.

Chaos!

This was Yu Lin's first impression after stepping through the city gate.

The degree of chaos here far exceeds that of any city he has previously experienced.

The streets are filled with senseless brawls, looting and slaughter as naturally as breathing, and the air is thick with blood and violent aura.

Yet on close observation, a strange order threads through the chaos.

The source of that lingering order is the city's ruler—descendants of Enoch, direct bloodline of Gai Yin.

In this city of sin, they hold supreme authority; their will is law, no one may defy it, and none dare harm them in the slightest.

Angering them brings a fate a hundred times more tragic than dying in a street fight.

The current City Lord is named Lamai.

It is worth noting that Noah's father is also named Lamai.

But this Lamai is not that Lamai.

Noah's father Lamai is the grandson of the RighteousOne Enoch, who walked with God, and belongs to Seth's bloodline.

The City Lord Lamai before us, however, is a direct descendant of Gai Yin.

This Gai Yin‑descendant Lamai is historically notorious.

He was the originator of the destruction of monogamy and is also famed for his violence and arrogance.

He once sang a song boasting his cruelty:

【Ya Da, Wash Ra (Lamai's two wives), listen to me; Lamai's wives, pay attention:】

If a grown man harms me, I kill him;

If a youth injures me, I ruin him.

Kill Gai Yin, and you will be repaid sevenfold;

Kill Lamai, and you will be repaid seventy‑sevenfold!】

The ballad starkly displays his violence, arrogance, and hubris.

He treats lives as weeds and threatens anyone who might challenge his authority with retribution many times greater than the curse that befell his ancestor Gai Yin.

In Enoch City, he is the core of the remaining order and one of the greatest protectors and sources of all chaos and violence!

"Hey, where did those three come from?"

Yu Lin, Luoer, and the not‑first‑time visitor Bei, as soon as they stepped onto the street, were blocked by a figure.

It was a giant nearly four meters tall, standing like an iron tower ahead, looking down on them with unabashed contempt.

"Don't you know this is a street under my Feiman's jurisdiction?" the giant's voice rumbled like distant thunder, gruffly saying:

"Everyone who passes here must pay me a toll! What, don't know the rules?"

Bei frowned at the words, stepped forward and retorted: "Feiman? Since when did this street belong to you?"

"Isn't the whole of Enoch City already Lamai's domain? What would the City Lord Lamai collect here that you're taking on your own?"

The name "City Lord Lamai" clearly carried weight; a barely perceptible flash of fear crossed Feiman's face, but he quickly forced composure, huffed coldly, and argued slyly:

"I… I'm collecting this on behalf of City Lord Lamai! So he doesn't have to get his hands dirty over such a trivial matter!"

He gestured sharply yet timidly, trying to dispel the pressure the topic brought:

"Cut the nonsense! If you don't pay, go back to wherever you came from!"

Seeing his clear intention to harass them, Bei sighed, turned her head and whispered quickly to Luoer and Yu Lin: "We must not give that money! If we show weakness, they'll deem us easy‑to‑bully lambs, and countless greedy ones will pounce to tear us apart!"

She cast a sharp glance at Feiman: "Luoer, protect Yu Lin later; I'll deal with him. Understand?"

However, Luoer shook her head, eyes fixed on the giant ahead:

"No, you protect Yu Lin, let me handle him; I'm faster!"

Before the words finished, without waiting for Bei's further objection, Luoer stepped forward several paces, looked up at the massive Feiman, and warned:

"I'll count to three, move aside."

"Otherwise, you'll be lying on the ground in a moment!"

Feiman stared at Luoer, whose height didn't even reach his thigh and looked like a baby before an adult, first stunned, then as if hearing a colossal joke, erupted a deafening, maniacal laugh:

"You?! Hahaha—just because you're a short pea?"

"You think you're worthy of saying that? If that woman comes, maybe I could stretch my muscles! You? You're not even enough to fill my teeth gap!"

Not only Feiman, but the surrounding burly onlookers also burst into uproarious laughter.

Nowadays, size is almost synonymous with strength— the larger the body, the richer the primordial blood flowing within, and the greater the power.

A "slim" figure like Luoer, in everyone's eyes, would likely be smashed into mush by Feiman's palm in the next instant!

Feiman laughed until he was bent over, finally stifling his laughter; he disdainfully jabbed his finger into his rock‑hard abdomen and taunted: "Come on, kid, I'll give you a punch."

"You'll see what a truly strong, robust physique is!"

Seeing his overconfidence, Luoer didn't hold back, flashing a cold grin:

"Is that so? Then I won't be polite."

The moment the words left her lips, Luoer's figure suddenly blurred, vanishing like a phantom on the spot!

The next instant, a sharp whoosh tore through the air!

Luoer's figure reappeared directly in front of Feiman's massive body, and a fist wildly disproportionate to his size surged forward with terrifying force, the punch wind rippling and even causing a shrill sonic boom!

A shadow of death, like icy water, instantly drenched Feiman's entire body!

His pupils contracted; trying to defend or dodge, he couldn't react in time, forced to watch the tiny fist, bearing destructive power, hammer straight into his chest!

If that punch lands, Feiman has no doubt his heart will shatter instantly, leaving no chance of survival!

Just at that hair‑breadth moment—

"Stop."

A detached, emotionless voice rang out abruptly, as if coming from all directions and echoing directly in each person's soul.

"Who gave you permission to act?"

With the voice's arrival, Luoer was horrified to find his punch—infused with his entire strength and certain to land—suddenly frozen in mid‑air, just an inch away from Fei Man's chest!

No matter how he tried to summon his power, the fist was as if bound by invisible shackles, unable to move a fraction further!

It was as if his body at that moment no longer belonged to him!

Tap... tap... tap...

Clear footsteps approached steadily, neither hurried nor slow.

Someone in the crowd recognized the newcomer and shouted in terror, "Ra… Lord Lamai!"

The cry, like a stone tossed into a still lake, instantly sent out a massive ripple.

All the onlookers around, no matter how arrogant they had been before, now knelt in unison like harvested wheat, bowing their heads low and daring not to meet the approaching figure's gaze.

Lamai walked through the crowd, silent as cicadas in winter, and headed straight to the center of the arena.

He first glanced at the frozen Luoer and the still‑shaken Fei Man, then fixed his gaze on Fei Man, his tone flat yet suffused with a suffocating authority:

"Who gave you the nerve to use my name to charge fees?"

He didn't even need Fei Man to answer; he uttered two words as if delivering a verdict:

"Punishable."

The moment the words fell, extreme terror devoured Fei Man's face; he seemed to see the most horrifying sight in the world, his mouth gaping yet no sound could emerge.

"Bang—!"

A muffled blast, and Fei Man's nearly four‑meter‑tall massive body burst apart like an over‑inflated balloon!

It turned into a dense cloud of blood mist, spreading through the air, and the sharp scent of blood instantly overwhelmed everything.

The explosion even hurled Luoer, who slammed into a pottery stall!

Lamai's gaze didn't linger on the blood mist for even a second, as if he merely brushed away a speck of dust.

He shifted his eyes to the only two people still standing in the arena—Bei, and Yu Lin, who had remained calmly beside her the whole time, his face hidden beneath a hood.

His voice remained detached, yet carried an unquestionable authority, echoing across the dead‑silent street:

"Who allowed you to stand?"

"Kneel."

In an instant, a crushing pressure descended from all sides!

Bei clenched his teeth, about to step forward to shield Yu Lin, when—

Yu Lin, however, grabbed her, and, seeing her puzzled gaze, said:

"Let me handle this time."