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

The scale of Tianyue Huafu far exceeded Huang Mao's imagination.

Dozens of high-rise residential buildings stand in a staggered pattern, resembling a silent steel forest in the night. Each building is lit up with twinkling lights, indicating the extremely high occupancy rate.

The three of them were like ants who had stumbled into the land of giants, completely lost and clueless.

"Sixth Brother, how... how do we find it?" Ma Gan's voice carried a hint of discouragement.

The blond-haired man's face was also very ugly, and he paced around in frustration.

"Damn it, I'll just go around him! I refuse to believe I won't run into him!"

The three of them could only begin their aimless search along the winding paths within the residential area.

Their every move was clearly observed by a pair of eyes hidden in the shadows.

Lin Yang stood under the shadow of the huge camphor tree in the central garden, his silhouette blending perfectly with the darkness.

Of the three, his gaze lingered more on the man called Black Bull.

He is nearly 1.9 meters tall, with bulging muscles all over his body and a steady, powerful gait.

Each step that landed gave people a solid sense of pressure.

This is a tough one.

After exchanging his basic combat skills, Lin Yang's perception of danger became extremely sharp.

He could sense that this big guy possessed a ruthlessness honed on the brink of life and death, something entirely different from the bluster of Huang Mao and Ma Gan.

His breathing slowed down, and his heartbeat became steady.

The prey has entered the game; now, all that's needed is a little patience to lure them into the most suitable hunting ground.

The three walked aimlessly, and before they knew it, they had strayed from the main path and entered the central garden, where the lights were even dimmer.

Here, the shadows of the trees sway gently, and apart from a few dim ground lamps, most of the area is shrouded in the deep darkness of night.

The chirping of insects around seemed to fall silent for a moment in response to this abrupt intruder.

It is here.

Lin Yang made a move.

He made no extra sound as he slowly emerged from the huge shadow of the tree, his steps as light as a cat walking at night.

The dim light outlined his tall, slender figure, making his sharp Zegna suit seem somewhat out of place at that moment.

Are you looking for me?

The cool voice wasn't loud, but it clearly reached the ears of the three people.

The three men with yellow hair were startled and looked up sharply in the direction of the sound.

Upon seeing Lin Yang's face, the blond-haired man was first stunned, then a ferocious look of ecstasy appeared on his face.

"I can't believe you, you brat, would actually come out and die like this!"

"It's like finding a needle in a haystack, only to have it come to you effortlessly!"

The skinny guy next to him immediately chimed in with flattery.

"Sixth Brother, what a wonderful poem! What a wonderful poem!"

Lin Yang felt nothing; he even felt a little amused.

This guy deserves praise? It's a waste of his talent that this skinny guy isn't a comedian.

Black Bull's gaze was fixed on Lin Yang like a searchlight. He spoke in a deep, resonant voice, as if it came directly from his chest.

"Sixth Brother, is this the kid?"

"Yes, it's him." The blond-haired man nodded, his eyes filled with resentment.

Black Bull sized Lin Yang up and down, from his custom-made suit to his handsome face, and finally snorted disdainfully.

"You two look like you're living off a woman, and he still beat you up."

Lin Yang's heart skipped a beat.

Living off a woman?

How did he know? Does he have those words written on his face?

Upon hearing this, Huang Mao looked embarrassed and a hint of annoyance on his face.

"Brother Black Bull, don't underestimate him, this kid's got some tricks up his sleeve!"

"hehe."

Black Bull smiled, a smile brimming with absolute confidence.

He stretched his thick neck, making a "crackling" sound as his bones popped.

"Don't do anything, I can handle this by myself."

He took a step forward, his heavy leather boots thumping on the stone pavement.

He walked straight toward Lin Yang.

"Hey kid, what's your name?"

"No nameless ghosts exist beneath my fists."

Lin Yang looked at the approaching behemoth, inwardly criticizing the ridiculously cheesy lines, but verbally retorted in the same calm tone.

"What's your name? No nameless ghost can withstand my fists."

Black Bull paused, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes, before he grinned, revealing a set of gleaming white teeth.

"Hmph, you've got guts."

"Iron Fist Black Bull, that's what my friends in the underworld call me."

What kind of cringey name is this?

"Lin Yang".

The moment the words left his mouth, Lin Yang moved.

Without any warning, his body suddenly exerted force with his feet, and he shot across the distance of several meters between the two like an arrow released from a bow.

He didn't choose any fancy moves; he simply focused all his strength into his right fist and delivered a simple, direct straight punch toward Black Bull's chest.

The wind howled from the punch.

Black Bull's pupils contracted slightly; he hadn't expected Lin Yang to be so fast.

But instead of dodging, he straightened his thick chest, and all the muscles in his body tensed up instantly, like a rock.

"Bang!"

A dull thud, like the sound of leather being struck.

Lin Yang's fist slammed solidly into Black Bull's pectoral muscles.

The feeling wasn't like being hit on flesh and blood, but more like being smashed onto a steel plate covered in thick rubber.

The immense recoil force traveled back up his arm, making Lin Yang's fist go numb.

The force of the punch sent Black Bull staggering back two large steps before he could barely regain his balance.

He glanced down at his chest, and when he looked up at Lin Yang, his expression had completely changed.

The contempt and disdain disappeared, replaced by the astonishment of one beast encountering another.

He knew that this seemingly delicate and frail young man possessed a terrifying explosive power that was completely inconsistent with his appearance.

Lin Yang shook his slightly numb hand.

He only used half his strength in that punch just now; his purpose was to test the waters.

Unexpectedly, the other party neither dodged nor avoided, but instead took the hit head-on.

It seems to be a pure tank-type character, with extremely strong resistance to damage.

"Good lad!"

The black bull let out a low growl, holding nothing back any longer.

He stomped his foot hard, and the hard stone pavement seemed to tremble.

He began to fight back.

Those fists, wrapped in black boxing bandages, transformed into two powerful iron hammers, whistling through the air as they slammed down towards Lin Yang.

The fists flew in dense shadows, blocking all of Lin Yang's angles of evasion.

The extraordinary perception granted by the basic combat techniques allowed Lin Yang to clearly see the trajectory of each of his opponent's punches.

The boxing style is not complicated; it is simply the purest power and speed.

However, being able to see clearly does not mean you can avoid it.

His neural reaction speed is fast enough, but his physical speed is still a bit lacking.

He dodged a powerful punch aimed straight at his face, the force of the blow making his cheek sting.

Immediately afterward, another tricky hook punch landed on his ribs.

Lin Yang could only barely raise his arm to block.

"Bang!"

Another muffled sound.

Black Bull's fist slammed into his forearm, and a piercing pain instantly spread throughout his body.

My whole arm is numb.

Using that force, he pulled himself back to create some distance.

A head-on confrontation is definitely the worst strategy.

It seems we must leverage our speed advantage and employ guerrilla tactics.

Lin Yang's gaze swept towards the even more secluded green belt behind him.

Without hesitation, he turned sharply and, like a nimble cheetah, plunged into the dense bushes.

Seeing this, the black bull let out a low growl, and with a burst of power from its thick legs, it followed closely behind.