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

Suman's body tensed, and she said angrily.

"Take the money and get out of my house."

"Otherwise, I'll call the police."

"Hey, go ahead and report it."

Brother Long's smile grew even more arrogant. He took another step forward, getting even closer to Su Man, and sniffed at her scent.

"Let's make a bet: will the police arrive first, or will I take you down first?"

Su Man's pupils contracted in an instant.

This guy doesn't just want money.

He also wanted to rape himself.

The thought sent chills down her spine; a cold fear shot from her feet to the top of her head.

Just then, the tall, thin man with a middle parting, who had been resting with his eyes closed, opened them.

He got up from the sofa, his movements completely calm and collected. He first patted Brother Long on the shoulder, signaling him to calm down.

Then, he walked up to the black travel bag and picked it up with one hand.

He sensed something was wrong as soon as his wrist felt a slight dip.

"The amount of money seems wrong."

He unzipped the zipper and glanced briefly at the neatly stacked bundles of red banknotes inside.

"There aren't three million here."

Brother Long's lewd smile froze instantly, and he turned to ask.

How many?

"About one million." Afei's tone was flat and without any inflection.

"Hold!"

Brother Long's face flushed red, and veins bulged on his neck.

"You fucking messed with me!"

He kicked over the coffee table next to him, and the tea set on it shattered all over the floor.

His anger was completely ignited.

"I, Ah Long, am enraged! Now, I'm giving you one last chance—ten minutes! Hand over the remaining two million!"

He looked around and his gaze fell on a blue and white porcelain vase, which he picked up casually.

"Otherwise, brothers, smash it!"

Before he could finish speaking, he swung his arm.

"Bang!"

An expensive vase shattered on the polished marble floor, scattering shards everywhere.

The sharp cracking sound pierced Su Man's eardrums.

She looked at the man in front of her, who seemed to have gone mad, and her heart was pounding so hard it felt like it would burst out of her chest.

Just then, a warm hand gently supported her lower back.

A steady voice rang in her ear, its volume perfectly controlled so that only she could hear it.

"If a fight breaks out, you and Aunt Chen should quickly hide in the study and call the police."

Suman's pupils dilated again.

A fight is about to break out?

She turned her head sharply and looked at Lin Yang beside her.

His profile appeared unusually calm amidst the chaotic light and shadow; his eyes, which usually seemed transparent, were now unfathomable and devoid of any emotion.

She never imagined that she would face such primitive and barbaric violence in her multi-million dollar mansion.

Before Su Man could recover from the shock...

Lin Yang made a move.

He grabbed Su Man's wrist, giving her no time to react, and headed straight for the corridor where the kitchen and study were located.

Upon seeing this, a burly man blocking the entrance to the corridor grinned and stretched out his arm to stop him.

Lin Yang's movements were extremely fast.

He shifted his body slightly to the side, and his right fist was already extended.

There were no fancy moves, just a simple punch that accurately struck the big man's trigeminal nerve in his jaw.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The burly man, who weighed at least 160 pounds, rolled his eyes, his body went limp, and he fainted instantly.

"Aunt Chen, come inside with Mr. Su!"

Lin Yang's voice came through.

Aunt Chen, as if waking from a dream, jogged over from the kitchen.

Su Man was pulled along by her, and the two of them stumbled into the study in the corridor and locked the door.

In the living room, Brother Long was stunned by what had happened in the blink of an eye, then clapped his hands and burst into laughter.

"Not bad, young man! You've got some skills!"

His smile turned cruel and excited.

"But can you hold off ten of us by yourself?"

Lin Yang kicked the unconscious man on the ground aside, blocking the entrance to the corridor, his tone indifferent.

"One of them is already lying on the ground."

"There are nine left now."

Brother Long frowned and gave an order.

"Get him!"

The four or five burly men who were closest to him immediately roared and surrounded him.

Lin Yang stood at the entrance of the narrow corridor, a natural stronghold.

The first burly man who rushed forward brandished his fists, but Lin Yang did not retreat but advanced instead, blocking with his left hand and using his right hand to strike precisely at the carotid artery in the man's neck.

The man groaned and his body went limp.

Lin Yang seized the opportunity to grab his collar and pull him forward, using him as a human shield to block the attacks from the two people behind him.

Then, with a side kick, he sent the other person flying backward and crashing into the wall.

The whole process was smooth and quick, lasting only a few seconds, and two more people collapsed at the entrance of the corridor.

Just then.

"Ding!"

The elevator doors suddenly opened.

Several uniformed property security guards rushed out, carrying black rubber batons.

"What are you doing here!" the head of security shouted sternly.

Brother Long merely glanced at it sideways and shook his head dismissively.

The remaining burly men behind him immediately separated a few, grinning maliciously as they approached the security guards, and the two sides instantly began to fight.

The dull thuds of rubber batons hitting flesh were incessant, but the property security guards were clearly no match for these desperate thugs and quickly retreated.

"This kid has some skill."

Brother Long's gaze returned to Lin Yang, and the playful look on his face faded somewhat.

"Ah Fei, you should go."

Ah Fei, who had been standing to the side, frowned almost imperceptibly.

"Young Master, the Master instructed you not to go too far, or it will be difficult to handle later."

"I fucking hate that kid!"

Brother Long cursed in frustration.

"That gigolo who lives off a woman, what's he pretending to be all high and mighty for! Just kill him!"

Hearing the titles "Young Master" and "Master," Lin Yang's heart stirred slightly.

It seems that this Ah Fei is just a dog being led around.

A hint of hesitation flashed in Afei's eyes, but he did not disobey Brother Long's words.

He nodded slightly.

"You guys go over there."

He pointed in the direction of the main gate.

The last two burly men who had been surrounding Lin Yang immediately stepped back and turned to help their companion deal with the security guards who were in the way.

Only Lin Yang and A Fei remained in the corridor.

"Pretty boy".

Ah Fei spoke, his voice hoarse, like two rusty iron pieces rubbing against each other.

"It's more open outside, which will give you more room to maneuver."

"I'll have a one-on-one match with you."

Lin Yang looked at the tall, thin man with a middle parting in front of him.

The other person's breathing was unusually steady; even in such a chaotic situation, their heartbeat and breathing remained completely normal.

With solid footwork and a stable lower body, he is a truly formidable opponent who has seen bloodshed.

He twisted his neck, his joints making a series of crisp cracking sounds, and slowly walked out of the corridor.

"Just so you know, no weapons allowed."

A cold smile curled at the corners of Afei's mouth.

"I don't need to hit you."

The voice just fell.

He moved his whole body.

He lunged forward at an extremely low stance, a blur of motion flashed by, and his right leg, carrying a force that tore through the air, delivered a vicious flying kick straight for Lin Yang's abdomen.

too fast!

Lin Yang's pupils contracted, and his body instinctively dodged to the left.

The flying kick barely grazed his clothes.

Before he could regain his footing, Ah Fei used the spin from the landing to twist his waist and deliver a fatal elbow strike from his punch, aiming horizontally at Lin Yang's temple.

Lin Yang immediately raised his left arm to block.

"Bang!"

The force of the impact on his arm sent Lin Yang staggering back several steps, his entire left arm throbbing with a sharp, tingling pain.

Such immense power.

Afei landed steadily, looked at Lin Yang, and finally showed a hint of seriousness in his eyes.

"Being able to dodge those two of my attacks means you have some skill."

"Oh, really?"

Lin Yang shook his numb arm, his face expressionless.

At that moment, the blood in his body began to boil.

His gaze met Ah Fei's in mid-air, and the next second, the two of them started moving at the same time, like two fierce beasts pouncing on their prey, and they fought fiercely together!

Their fists and feet clashed, producing a dull thud.