Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 125 Why the Initial Hunchback and Later Bowing (Seeking Monthly Tickets)
The wind, of course, did not actually stop.

Everyone who came here looking for trouble was indeed feeling a bit hopeless at that moment.

Dude, do you think you're making a movie?
Are you making a triumphant return?

How could it be defeated in an instant?

Is this right?
The dozen or so strong men that Lin Tie brought, who were originally fierce and shouting, now seemed to have been collectively doused from head to toe with invisible ice water.

All the noise and the aggressive atmosphere froze instantly, disappearing without a trace.

The arrogance and mockery on their faces froze completely.

Their eyes widened in disbelief as they watched their invincible "Brother Lin" curled up on the ground like a boiled shrimp. His face was flushed purple with pain, and he could only groan and gasp, unable to utter a complete sentence.

Those guys who were shouting the loudest and banging on the door the most earlier now had their mouths wide open but couldn't utter a single word, as if their throats were being choked.

All that remained was utter horror and a belated sense of fear.

The way they looked at Chen Baiyu was like looking at a ferocious beast in human skin.

Let's summarize the process just now.

That means there is no process.

Brother Lin is in! Brother Lin is gone!
There was only a brief moment of conflict in between.

It was like a movie with only a beginning and an end, leaving you a little disoriented. Just after we sat down and finished watching the State Administration of Radio, Film and Television's official logo, the cast and crew list started playing on the big screen.

Not only can I not understand it, but I'm also very scared!
No one dared to move.

Even the man with the gold-rimmed glasses who had experienced the incident in Suining was so frightened that he didn't move an inch and didn't even have the courage to back away.

That's right.

He didn't even dare to run away.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses knew he was standing too close and was afraid that if he made even the slightest movement, the guy would spot him, grab him, and beat him to the ground.

It's really easy to die just by trying it.

Zhang Yuanzhi had already taken out his phone to call the police, and his finger was already on the number, but at this moment it was as if he had been frozen in place.

His mouth was slightly open, and his eyes were wide open.

Isn't this guy a buddy? Wow, he's that good!
Zhao Lei, who had intended to rush over to help or dissuade them, was abruptly stopped as if struck by lightning, frozen in place.

As someone who has personally experienced the world of combat sports, the turmoil in my heart at this moment is more intense than that of anyone else.

Because he knew Lin Tie's actual combat strength and ferocity, and he also knew how big the obvious physical difference was between the two.

One is about 1.8 meters tall, and his overall figure is neither thin nor fat; he is just an ordinary person with a fairly well-proportioned and graceful physique.

One is a big guy who is over two meters tall and covered in fat and muscle. He is also a professional who has experienced various ring fights and underground battles.

But the smaller guy treated the bigger guy like a toy and beat him up.

This is a bit too scary.

At the entrance of the martial arts hall, only Lin Tie's heavy, painful panting and a group of people stood obediently and quietly, not daring to move.

now.

Lin Tie, who was lying on the ground slowly recovering, was the most confused. He knew what had happened, but he didn't understand it at all.

This sounds contradictory, yet it makes perfect sense.

He knew he had been instantly killed, but he didn't understand why.
Why did he collapse?
Was it because the opponent's moves were particularly ingenious?

No!

He had absolutely no chance to counter or parry.

Pure numerical values ​​overwhelmed everything.

As Lin Tie felt the pain gradually subside, he couldn't help but recall all the battles he had experienced in the arena.

It seems that no match, no person, could have defeated him like this.

Even in the few matches where he did manage to lose, his opponents would definitely be injured by him.

But this guy in front of me.

It seems even the clothes weren't messed up.

How could the difference in strength be so great?
"You're quite impressive, but... are you going to continue?"

While Lin Tie was pondering, Chen Baiyu squatted down and leaned closer to him to ask.

Chen Baiyu looked quite serious.

He really thought Lin Tie was quite impressive.

Because in his comparative logic, the natural, arrogant, and self-evident did not include himself, who had already surpassed humanity.

Just as when humans participate in ranking the most intelligent creatures in nature, they often don't include themselves on the list.

Because one's transcendence is already a self-evident truth in the world, an absolute fact that has been accepted without needing comparison.

Therefore, Chen Baiyu was actually looking down from a very high angle, observing and comparing the gap between Lin Tie and most of the people he had met.

Although it was all the same to Chen Baiyu.

However, compared to ordinary people, Lin Tie, with his strong physique and superb fighting skills, can indeed be considered to have some strength.

That's why Chen Baiyu said those words.

However, to others, this statement sounded both serious and understated.

But it sounded particularly jarring.

A boy's blush is more powerful than any love letter.

Lin Tie blushed almost immediately upon hearing this, his neck and entire body turning red.

This is clearly not shyness, but rather a warm blush.

The intense emotional turmoil made the sharp pain in his lower abdomen, which was curled up on the ground, even more severe, as if a red-hot iron was being churned inside him.

A series of spasms caused his muscles to tense uncontrollably and then relax helplessly.

But what was even stronger was the feeling of humiliation, like boiling magma, burning his internal organs more fiercely than the physical pain!

Who is he?
He is Lin Tie!

He practiced wrestling and Sanda from a young age, winning provincial championships left and right, and was a tough guy who made countless opponents tremble with fear in the underground boxing ring!
He once set a record in street fighting by easily defeating five unarmed men.

Even after leaving the system, in the underworld of Chengdu, who wouldn't give Lin Tie some respect when his name was mentioned? When had they ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace?!

Today, I was actually taken down in one move by a seemingly ordinary, young guy?
No, that doesn't even qualify as a "trick"!
He simply reached out and pulled, then bent his knee and pushed...

It's like casually swatting away a fly.

Lin Tie lay helplessly on the ground, feeling as if those few seconds had lasted an eternity!
Once the pain subsides, once the confused consciousness and the injured muscles slowly regain a semblance of connection.

A violent, pure fire of rage, ignited by his pride, exploded in his chest with a "boom"!
I've been fighting my whole life, but I've never been this humiliated!
"Ugh—!"

A deep, hoarse growl, like the howl of a trapped beast, was squeezed out from his clenched teeth.

I'm going to tear you apart!

This thought struck Lin Tie's chaotic mind like lightning!

He suddenly tried to turn to the side!
His intact left arm muscles bulged, his five fingers gripping the cold, rough ground tightly, as he tried to forcefully twist his heavy body!
He needs to get up!
He's about to throw a punch!

The idea was heroic, and the will was resolute.

however……

Just as he used his core muscles to lift himself up, he met the eyes of Chen Baiyu, who was squatting right in front of him.

Time seemed to stand still.

He saw Chen Baiyu's cold eyes.

His eyes seemed to say: You really want to keep fighting?

A fear originating from the most primal and deep-rooted aspects of life descended upon us without warning, like a giant net soaked in ice water!

The chill was so direct! So swift!
It instantly froze the fire of power he had just gathered, piercing straight to his bone marrow!
do not move!

If you move again, you'll die!
This is not a clear linguistic warning from the cerebral cortex, but an alarm frantically sounded by every cell and nerve inside the body!

It was a physiological, instinctive response that transcended thought and was much faster than the flow of consciousness.

A fleeting, emotionless light flashed in the depths of those calm eyes across from me, as if I were examining a pebble on the roadside.

That wasn't anger, nor ferocity, but rather a condescending and indifferent attitude.

The last bit of strength that Lin Tie had just mustered to stand up vanished without a trace, like a deflated balloon.

The bulging muscles instantly went limp, and the arms gripping the ground lost their strength.

The fist that was being raised and prepared to be thrown froze at the beginning, and the whole arm began to tremble slightly uncontrollably.

His body understood the meaning of absolute crushing better than his will. He could clearly feel the stiffness and trembling of his muscles, a biological instinct to shrink back and submit when faced with an insurmountable and terrifying existence.

finally.

All the struggles, all the anger, all the shame...

Beneath the cold shadow formed by that absolute power, a faint, almost whimpering breath was suppressed deep in his throat.

He no longer tried to prop himself up, nor did he have the courage to look at that figure.

Like a wild beast that has encountered an incomprehensible, high-dimensional monster in the jungle.

After a brief outburst of rage, he chose the most primitive and humble posture.

He chose to cosplay as an ostrich.

Lying on her side, her body curled up even tighter.

He pretended to still be in pain, burying his face, contorted with agony, shame, and fear, deep in the shadow of his bent arms.

Only his shoulders were still twitching slightly and unnaturally, revealing the intense turmoil within him, like a raging storm.

The entire process of Lin Tie's transformation from extreme rage to momentary stiffness, and finally his slumped head down in despair,
Although the time was extremely short, it was captured by more than a dozen pairs of eyes at the scene and was as clear as a slow-motion video.

Lin Tie buried his head in his hands like a child who had done something wrong.

Fear spread and intensified silently among the people like a plague.

Even Brother Lin is like this...

Then we...

Dead silence.

An even heavier, deathly silence enveloped the street.

All eyes were fixed on the young man who had put his hands back into his coat pockets, filled with awe and bewilderment.

The arrogant attitude that had previously threatened to smash the martial arts hall door was immediately replaced by an indescribable atmosphere.

at this time.

A somewhat comical figure moved.

He's a man with wire-rimmed glasses!

He reacted the fastest, or rather, he was the most adept at reading people's expressions and changing his stance accordingly.

His face, which had been filled with arrogance and domineering arrogance, was now instantly filled with the most humble and obsequious smile, as if turning the pages of a book.

It was an extremely ingratiating smile, born from utter terror, with exaggerated wrinkles squeezed out at the corners of his eyes.

He didn't even bother to glance at Lin Tie on the ground.

With trembling hands and an almost pious gesture, he hurriedly pulled a pack of obviously expensive cigarettes from the inside pocket of his suit.

Because my hands were shaking so badly, it took me two tries to open the slightly deformed cigarette box lid before I could carefully pull out a cigarette.

He then frantically searched his pockets before finally finding a Zippo lighter. His fingers trembled as he lit it with a "snap," the flame flickering because of his shaking hand.

He almost hunched over, taking small, shuffling steps like an ancient courtier meeting an emperor, as he approached Chen Baiyu.

He forced a humble smile onto his face.

He respectfully offered the cigarette to Chen Baiyu with both hands: "Brother... Brother! Please... Please have a smoke! Calm down!"

His voice trembled with barely concealed obsequiousness.

He was servile at the front and then became obsequious.

It makes people laugh when they think about it.

Chen Baiyu shifted his gaze from Lin Tie, who was standing on the ground like an ostrich, and then slowly stood up.

His eyes were as calm as a deep pool.

There was no disturbance.

He merely glanced at the cigarette offered to him with utter indifference, as if it were an insignificant object.

No expression.

She didn't even glance at the man with the gold-rimmed glasses.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses froze for a moment.

A chill rushed from the tailbone to the top of the head.

But he dared not show any dissatisfaction or impatience; instead, he forced his fawning smile even tighter, as if afraid that if he loosened it even slightly, he would be beaten.

He quickly withdrew his hand from offering the cigarette.

Seemingly feeling that holding it up was also offensive, he haphazardly stuffed the cigarettes back into the pack, clutching them tightly in his hand along with the lighter.

Then he continued to stand a step away from Chen Baiyu, hunched over, trying his best to maintain a smile that looked worse than crying.

He stood there awkwardly, not daring to make any further moves.

Fine beads of cold sweat gradually appeared on his forehead.

The air seemed to freeze once again at that moment.

"cough……"

Zhang Yuanzhi, who was standing next to him, was the first to recover from his extreme shock.

Looking at this bizarre and ironic scene, he cleared his throat and tried to regain the composure of a provincial track and field association director.

Although his legs were still a little weak, he straightened his chest and shouted at the group of burly men who were frozen in fear, "What are you all standing there for?! Quickly help your... help that person up! Take them and get out of here! Get out!"

The rebuke was like a pebble thrown into ice water.

This immediately broke the deadlock.

The man with the wire-rimmed glasses felt as if he had been granted a pardon!
He immediately roared at his still-dazed subordinates as if he had received a royal decree: "Are you deaf?! Didn't you hear what Director Zhang said?! Quick! Help Brother Lin up! Let's go! Let's go!"

He shouted urgently and fearfully, afraid that if he slowed down, the evil star would change his mind.

A dozen or so burly men seemed to awaken from a dream.

They rushed forward cautiously, trying to help Lin Tie up from the ground.

Their movements were extremely gentle, as if they were supporting a piece of porcelain that was extremely fragile.

When someone touched Lin Tie's arm, his massive body visibly trembled, but he kept his head buried tightly, as if unwilling to face this wretched reality.

finally.

With the help of several people, Lin Tie was lifted up.

His legs were still a little weak, and he was almost being carried. His head was always lowered.

He didn't dare to look up at Chen Baiyu even once from beginning to end.

"Um... Brother... Director Zhang... Director Zhao... I... we're leaving too! We'll never disturb the three big shots' discussion again! Never!"

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses bowed deeply, almost at a 180-degree angle, his forehead touching his knees.

Then, as if being chased by a ghost, he turned and ran, shouting to his men who were holding Lin Tie: "Hurry up! Keep up!"

A group of people tumbled and crawled.

They disappeared around the street corner in a more chaotic but also faster manner than when they arrived, leaving only traces of ashes and dust on the ground.

The area in front of Leiyang Qinna Martial Arts Hall has finally returned to calm.

The wind continued to blow at a leisurely pace.

The light brushed across Zhao Lei's cheeks, slightly flushed with nervousness and excitement, and across Zhang Yuanzhi's eyes, which held a hint of inexplicable complexity, before finally settling on Chen Baiyu's slightly open hem.

Zhao Lei let out a long sigh of relief.

He looked at Chen Baiyu, his eyes filled with gratitude, shock, and a complex emotion that was hard to describe.

He took a step forward.

He wanted to pat Chen Baiyu on the shoulder, but immediately withdrew his hand to stop himself.

Then, with a barely perceptible hint of excitement and hoarseness, he said, "Old D Bai Yu... Brother! Thanks for earlier! Come on, let's go inside and talk!"

As he spoke, Zhao Lei quickly pushed open the glass door.

The glass, still slightly trembling from the previous banging, reflected the figures of Chen Baiyu and Zhang Yuanzhi.

After confirming that the group of people had gone far away, Zhang Yuanzhi...

He glanced down at the phone he was still holding, its screen still lit, and turned it off with a mix of self-deprecation and wistfulness.

He then strode after him.

As he passed by Chen Baiyu, he couldn't help but take another deep look at this seemingly ordinary young man, as if he were seeing him all over again.

And Chen Baiyu.

His gaze swept over the street corner where the group had disappeared, and then looked at the sweat stains left by Lin Tie curled up on the ground, a hint of regret in his eyes.

It's rare for someone to come knocking on your door asking for a beating.

It's a pity that he chickened out so easily.

If the other side hadn't backed down earlier, Chen Baiyu felt he could have shown off his incredibly cunning mechanics in addition to his top-tier stats.

Learn about the forbidden enchanting technique, Embrace Heaven; the lingering power of the Lost Monkey King; the Thousand Illusions Mask; and the Dragonborn transformation...

If Lin Tie had been a little more stubborn...

He might be able to show Lin Tie what it feels like to have every punch imbued with the Embrace of Heaven enchantment.

After being punched repeatedly, Lin Tie would experience what it meant to be in ecstasy, what it meant to be beaten up while simultaneously experiencing orgasm...

Then, you'll truly understand what a hellish scroll really is.

Think of this.

Chen Baiyu felt that she might be a bit ruthless.

Forget it, they didn't deserve this.

Chen Baiyu snapped out of her thoughts.

He then said to Zhao Lei and Zhang Yuanzhi, who were waiting at the door, "Let's go in and talk."

Then, amidst the admiring gazes of several martial arts instructors, the three slowly walked into the now-calm martial arts hall.

The heavy glass door closed gently behind me, shutting out the sound of the wind from the street.

(End of this chapter)