Chapter 85: It's for Me

Who?

Yuese and his subordinates whirled around, and saw a black‑haired youth standing at the alley entrance, though they weren't sure when he had arrived.

Sunlight slanted in from behind him, outlining his slender figure— a well‑tailored suit, polished leather shoes, and a pair of eyes with a hint of smile.

Like a gentleman.

"Me," Yu Lin nodded slightly.

Yuese squinted, scanning the unwelcome guest from head to toe:

"Where are you from?"

"From the East."

"The East, hm."

Yuese let out a cold snort and strode forward to Yu Lin.

"No matter where you come from, since you're on my turf..."

"Do you know the rules here?"

"Heard you," Yu Lin said, still smiling,

"You must pay the toll."

"Not bad, you're clever," Yuese grinned, reaching out to pat the crisp fabric of Yu Lin's suit:

"Looking at your attire, you don't seem broke."

"How much money are you carrying?"

Yu Lin met his gaze: "How much do you want?"

"At the very least, ten pounds."

"Too little."

"Twenty?"

"Speak boldly, don't make me look down on you."

"Alright, alright! Fifty pounds!"

"Fine."

Tsk, you're really odd, Yuese said, rubbing his chin and staring at Yu Lin with a puzzled expression:

"Others beg me not to overcharge, yet you come here demanding to give me money?"

"You really are rich?"

"No, no, no," Yu Lin shook his head, turning his empty pocket inside out:

"In fact, I couldn't even afford a single flower just now."

".........." Yuese stared at his pocket, cleaner than his own face, paused, then raised his left hand to point at the believers behind him and said:

"So, you'll go back and fetch money like them?"

"Or... you want to get beaten?!"

As the words fell, the iron rod in his right hand was already raised.

But halfway up, the other end was seized by another hand, and no matter how hard he pulled, he couldn't wrench it away.

"My apologies, you're mistaken," Yu Lin casually yanked the iron rod toward himself.

"This is the money you owe me."

"Now, for each pound short, you'll take another strike."

"Who goes first?"

"How dare you mock me?!" Yuese's pupils snapped shut, the flesh on his face contorting with rage.

He flung his hand forward abruptly:

"Kill this Eastern fool for me!"

Three subordinates lunged simultaneously, their fists whipping up a whooshing gust.

Bang!

Yu Lin's wrist twitched, and the iron rod traced a silvery arc in the air.

The first thug's kneecap shattered with a crack, and he screamed, collapsing to his knees!

Snap!

The second swing swept horizontally, striking another thug's wrist precisely; the sound of Bone breaking rang clearly.

The man clutched his twisted wrist, spinning in place from the pain.

The third thug's fist closed in on Yu Lin's temple—

Yu Lin tilted his head slightly, and the iron rod shot out like a venomous snake, striking the opponent's abdomen.

The thug's eyes bulged, and he curled up like a boiled shrimp, collapsing and spitting out a pool of sour liquid!

The whole episode was over in an instant.

It was so brief that Yuese still held his punching pose, cold sweat beading on his forehead:

"Y‑you............."

Yu Lin lifted his hand, pressing Yuese's fist down, then extended his own hand:

"Take the money."

"Yes, yes," Yuese swallowed, his hand trembling as he pulled out all the money he had, even taking the cash from his subordinates.

Hit?

What's the point of hitting? He didn't even see their moves, and the three subordinates were already lying on the ground!

Yu Lin counted:

Barely counting as twenty pounds, how do I give the remaining thirty pounds?

Yuese hurriedly answered:

I, I'll go get it for you right away, okay?

Sure, but you don't need to give me the money; I want you to donate it to the Church. Yu Lin nodded, and he gave another meaningful smile:

Let me guess, you're not the only one in your family, right?

Yuese remained silent.

If I'm not mistaken, your family lives here, and your father is male, your mother is female?

Yuese still kept silent, but shock appeared in his eyes, as if saying how he knew?

Your family relies entirely on you, right?

Yuese's sweat on his forehead kept increasing.

The next moment.

With a thud.

He actually knelt straight down before Yu Lin:

Yes, sorry, I won't dare again, please don't lay a hand on my family!

Actually, if he stayed calm and thought a bit, he could tell Yu Lin was talking nonsense.

But unfortunately, he couldn't stay calm now.

Yu Lin casually threw the iron rod in his hand at him, waved his hand: "Give you one chance."

Take your lackeys and scram.

"Yes, yes." Yuese was overjoyed, he hurriedly fled with his subordinates, disappearing without looking back at the street corner.

At the moment they left.

Those few missionaries stepped forward and bowed to Yu Lin:

Thank you for your help, may the Lord bless you with lifelong peace.

Yu Lin waved his hand, smiled slightly: "No need."

I also know people from your church, just helping out in passing.

Alright, that's it, goodbye.

Having said that, he turned and strode away.

He left them only a gradually receding back view, until even that back was dispersed by the crowd.

Sorry, kept you waiting.

Sitting on the stone steps, a little girl who had been looking down at ants moving things on the ground heard the voice, quickly lifted her head, and smiled at the approaching Yu Lin:

No, no.

What flowers do you want? Mine are cheaper than others'!

Yu Lin took out the pounds he had just received, stuffed them into her pocket, then picked a rose from her basket:

This one will do.

No need for change, go home early, bye.

"Wow...... sir, you......" The little girl lowered her head, glanced at her pocket, her mouth suddenly opened wide, just about to look up and call out to Yu Lin to say he gave too much, when...

But she discovered Yu Lin had already vanished, not knowing where he went.

Actually.

If she walked west a bit, she could see Yu Lin being stopped by a middle-aged man with half-white hair, wearing a cap, looking like a well-read scholar.

What do you need?

Sir, may I invite you for a drink?