I agreed to be a kept man, but I'm still being punished by the system.

Looking at the group of thugs, Lin Yang's shoulders, which had been stiff with tension, relaxed unconsciously, and his center of gravity firmly planted on the ground. The connection between his feet and the earth was clearer than ever before.

The world, in his view, became different.

The nonchalant posture of the young men opposite him was instantly dissected into countless flaws in his eyes.

The blond-haired leader was leaning forward, his feet were unsteady, and his lower body was unstable.

The tall, thin guy next to me habitually keeps his hands in his pockets; if attacked, his reaction time will be at least half a second slower.

The other man was short and stout, breathing heavily, with extremely poor cardiopulmonary function and no endurance whatsoever.

There are two little brats too, nothing to worry about.

Everything became clear and under control.

The last vestige of tension in my heart, the tension of facing unknown danger, completely vanished.

Su Man was unaware of his sudden change.

Her fingers, gripping the suitcase handle tightly, turned white from the force, and her voice was low, trembling slightly without her even realizing it.

"Xiao Lin, don't get into a fight with them, just give them some money and let it go."

Above her head, the pale blue speech bubble was flashing wildly.

[Inner monologue]: What are they trying to do? Extort me? These people don't look like good people. What if they start fighting? Lin Yang... how could he possibly be a match for these thugs!

Seeing the fear in her heart, Lin Yang felt a strong urge to protect her.

He turned his head and gave Su Man a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry, it's alright."

He took the suitcase from Suman, carrying the huge snakeskin bag in his other hand, and walked straight toward the Volvo S90 as if nothing had happened.

His steps were not fast, but each step was steady and powerful.

The group of young men surrounding the car immediately noticed him.

The blond-haired leader sized Lin Yang up and down, and when his gaze fell on the obviously expensive suit he was wearing, his eyes revealed undisguised greed.

"Oh, the main character has arrived?"

The blond-haired man spat out the cigarette butt from his mouth, ground it with the sole of his shoe, and spoke in a flippant tone.

"Dude, that's a nice car. And your girl's got a hottie too."

His accomplices behind him burst into laughter.

Lin Yang stopped, less than two meters away from Huang Mao.

He gently placed the snakeskin bag and suitcase on the ground, his movements unhurried and deliberate.

"Excuse me."

His voice was calm.

This unusual calm caused the smile on Huang Mao's face to freeze for a moment.

Neither the panic nor the bluster he had anticipated materialized.

The young man in the suit in front of me was eerily calm.

"What did you say?"

Yellow Hair picked at his ear, his wicked smile returning to his face, and deliberately took a step closer.

"I didn't hear you clearly, could you say it again?"

Lin Yang didn't even frown.

"I told you to get out of my way."

This time, he spoke slowly and deliberately, making sure each word was clearly delivered to the other person's ears.

The atmosphere instantly plummeted to freezing point.

Huang Mao's face darkened completely; he felt his authority had been challenged.

"Damn! You think you're so great, huh?"

A tall, thin man behind him walked up, cursing, and raised his hand to push Lin Yang's shoulder.

"In Shipai Village, daring to speak to Sixth Brother like that, you fucking want to die..."

He didn't finish his sentence.

Just as his hand was about to touch Lin Yang's suit, Lin Yang moved.

There were no unnecessary movements.

To onlookers, Lin Yang simply took a half-step to the left and his shoulder slumped slightly.

The tall, thin man's all-out push missed its mark, and the immense inertia propelled his body forward, causing him to lose his balance.

At the same time, Lin Yang raised his right hand with lightning speed, not making a fist, but forming a knife shape with his fingers together.

His movements appeared slow, even somewhat effortless, yet they were incredibly precise, striking the side of the tall, thin man's neck as he lunged forward.

Carotid sinus.

One of the most vulnerable points in the human body.

"Well!"

The tall, thin man's eyes widened instantly, his eyeballs bulging out.

A violent wave of dizziness shot straight to the top of his head. He felt as if all the strength in his body had been drained by this blow. His legs went weak, and he knelt straight down on the ground, making painful hoarse sounds in his throat. He could no longer stand up.

The entire process was extremely fast.

From the moment the tall, thin man made his move to the moment he knelt on the ground, it was only a second.

The smiles on the faces of Huang Mao and his remaining companions froze completely.

Su Man, standing behind, covered her mouth, her beautiful eyes filled with shock.

She didn't see what happened at all.

All they saw was the thug rushing forward aggressively, and then inexplicably collapsing in front of Lin Yang.

Lin Yang didn't even change his posture much, still standing there calmly.

Lin Yang ignored the stares of those around him.

He didn't even glance at the tall, thin man still convulsing on the ground; his gaze returned to the blond man's face.

"I'm saying this one last time."

His voice remained steady, yet carried an undeniable chill.

"Get out of the way."

The blond-haired man felt a chill run down his spine from his gaze.

The man in front of him had such a calm look in his eyes that it terrified him.

That wasn't feigned ruthlessness, but rather a kind of indifference as if looking down on ants.

"You...you fucking dare to lay a hand on me!"

The blond-haired man roared fiercely, but his voice betrayed his fear, as he secretly gave a wink to his companion.

"Attack him together! Cripple him!"

The remaining four people, including the blond guy himself, yelled and rushed forward from different directions!

A cold smile curled at the corners of Lin Yang's lips.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward and went to meet them.

A short, fat man, relying on his strong physique, charged straight at Lin Yang from the front, trying to knock him down with his body.

Lin Yang watched his trajectory and neither dodged nor avoided him.

Just as the two were about to collide, he slid half a step forward with his left foot and spun his body at an unusual angle.

The short, fat man's body brushed past him, the force of the impact making it impossible for him to stop.

As Lin Yang spun around, his right leg lashed out like a steel whip, his heel striking the short, fat man's knee with pinpoint accuracy.

"Snap!"

The short, fat man let out a shrill, inhuman howl, his massive body crashing to his knees as he clutched his right leg and rolled around frantically.

At the same time, attacks from both the left and right sides also arrived.

Without turning his head, Lin Yang ducked down, dodging a punch thrown by someone on his right.

At the same time, he thrust his left elbow backward sharply.

"Bang!"

This elbow strike landed squarely on the soft abdomen of the man on the left.

The man instantly curled up like a boiled shrimp, spitting out his leftover rice from his mouth, and collapsed to the ground.

It took less than three seconds to take down the three people.

Only one blond-haired man remained, raising his fist high, about to launch a sneak attack on Lin Yang from behind.

Lin Yang turned around abruptly, his icy eyes locking onto him.

The blond-haired man's fist froze in mid-air.

His face was filled with extreme fear.

"you……"

Lin Yang didn't give him a chance to speak.

He stepped forward, reached out with his right hand, and grabbed the blond-haired man by the neck.

Huang Mao, who was over 1.7 meters tall and weighed at least 130 kilograms, was now like a chick being strangled in Lin Yang's hands, his face turning a liverish color due to lack of oxygen.

"I told you to get out of my way."

Lin Yang's voice, like a cold wind from the depths of hell, poured into Huang Mao's ears.

"It seems you can't understand human language."

With his last bit of strength, the blond-haired man nodded vigorously.

Lin Yang didn't want to cause any trouble, so he let go.

The blond-haired man collapsed to the ground, staring at Lin Yang with venomous eyes.

Lin Yang's gaze didn't linger on him for more than half a second.

He picked up the snakeskin bag and suitcase and walked straight to the back of the car. He had the car keys on him, but he just swept the rear bumper with his foot.

The trunk popped open with a click.

At this moment, Su Man also walked to the back of the car, her face full of shock.

[Psychological thought]: Is there anything this little man can't do?

He tossed the snakeskin bag he was holding inside, then took the suitcase from Su Man and placed it down carefully as well.

Throughout the entire process, he didn't glance at the group of thugs again, as if they were nothing more than air.

He closed the trunk, walked to the back door, opened it, put his backpack inside, and then got into the driver's seat.

Su Man also got into the passenger seat.

The Volvo S90 sped away in a flash.

A few thugs were left lying on the ground. The blond-haired guy, nicknamed "Sixth Brother," wrote down the license plate number of the Volvo S90.

Finally catching her breath, she said, "Call someone and tell my dad. I need to know who this person is."

But his companions were all lying on the ground groaning.