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

Inside the hall, the muffled thuds of fists and feet colliding were as dense as raindrops.

Lin Yang and A Fei's figures intersected, each collision accompanied by the mournful sound of shattering furniture.

An expensive wooden dining table was broken in half during a collision, and solid wood chairs were kicked to pieces.

Ah Fei's attacks were like a storm, each punch and kick carrying a force that tore through the air, each move deadly.

Although Lin Yang's basic fighting skills were wide and powerful, he gradually fell into a disadvantageous position in the face of such skillful killing techniques.

He could only rely on his superior physical strength to tough it out, constantly retreating and looking for a chance to catch his breath.

After blocking Ah Fei's tricky elbow strike once again, Lin Yang felt a sharp pain throughout his entire arm, as if his bones were groaning.

No.

If this continues, I will inevitably be severely injured by my opponent within thirty moves due to exhaustion.

We must act swiftly and decisively.

In just a few minutes of fighting, he clearly realized that there was a gap between himself and this man named Afei, a gap called "combat experience".

You need at least intermediate-level fighting skills to win against your opponent.

His mind raced as he fought and retreated, simultaneously calling upon the system in his mind.

"system!"

[Host, how can I help you?]

Ah Fei's next attack was already pressing in, a whip kick that brought a strong wind and swept straight at his temple.

Lin Yang awkwardly leaned back to dodge, sweat trickling down his forehead.

do not care!

"Convert all points to improve physical fitness!"

[Okay, host, you have successfully exchanged for a 2% increase in overall physical fitness, consuming 20000 "soft rice points".]

Current balance: 100 points.

Hey!

It's been reset to zero again!

Lin Yang cursed inwardly.

That brief moment of distraction while communicating with the system was a fatal flaw in the face of a master like Afei.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Afei's fists seized the opportunity precisely, landing three heavy punches squarely on Lin Yang's chest and ribs.

A sharp pain shot through Lin Yang's throat, and he felt a sweet taste. He was knocked back several steps and his back slammed heavily against the wall.

He turned sideways and quickly increased the distance between himself and Afei.

Afei was also hit in the side by Lin Yang's punch during the chaos, and stopped chasing. His chest heaved violently.

The two faced each other across the messy living room, both panting heavily and trying to catch their breath.

Sweat dripped from Afei's forehead. He looked at the young man opposite him, whose face was only a little pale but whose eyes were still sharp, and for the first time, a sense of surprise and doubt arose in his heart.

This kid's ability to withstand blows and his stamina both exceeded his expectations.

Hiding in the corner, Zhou Heng watched the fight unfold before him, which resembled a scene from a disaster movie. He trembled violently, his teeth chattering and making a "clucking" sound.

Brother Long, who was squatting next to him, watched with great interest, and even took out a cigarette from his pocket, lit it, and took a leisurely puff.

He was exposed to this kind of environment from a young age, and fighting was more interesting to him than watching movies.

"Old Zhou."

Brother Long exhaled a smoke ring and nudged Zhou Heng with his elbow.

"Guess who will win?"

Zhou Heng had no strength left to answer; he could only stare in horror at the two men confronting each other like wild beasts, shaking his head repeatedly and letting out unintelligible sobs.

When Ah Fei adjusted his breathing and lunged forward again, he immediately sensed something was wrong.

For Lin Yang himself, the 2% improvement in overall physical fitness was not noticeable.

But in Afei's perception, a complete upheaval had occurred.

It was another swift straight punch. Based on his previous assessment, the angle and speed of this punch meant that his opponent would at most be able to barely dodge to the side and avoid a vital spot.

This time, however, Lin Yang's head tilted back in an incredibly small way, and the wind from the punch grazed the tip of his nose.

It'll be soon!

His reaction speed has increased!

A Fei felt a chill run down his spine.

He continued his offensive, changing his fist into a claw and grabbing at Lin Yang's shoulder.

Lin Yang, however, seemed to have anticipated his movements. Instead of retreating, he advanced, delivering a powerful punch from below, aimed directly at A Fei's chin.

This punch was also slightly faster than before!

Afei was forced to stop his attack and block, and the two men's arms collided again.

This time, Afei felt the force from the other person's arm was also a bit heavier.

It was this subtle change that instantly reversed the course of the battle.

Lin Yang no longer focused solely on defense; his attacks became swifter and more powerful.

Afei could sense that the opponent's movements lacked refined skills, but his beast-like intuition and superhuman reaction speed perfectly compensated for this.

Every attack he launched was dodged or blocked by Lin Yang with even greater speed.

Lin Yang's every counterattack forced him to respond with all his might.

This pretty boy has evolved during the battle!

This absurd thought flashed through Afei's mind, forcing him to take Lin Yang seriously as a rare and formidable enemy.

Just then.

"Waaah—waaah—"

Outside the window, the sharp sound of police sirens grew louder as they approached.

The sound grew clearer and clearer, clearly heading towards Tianheng Garden.

Upon hearing this voice, Ah Fei's mind wavered for a moment, and he subconsciously glanced in the direction of Brother Long.

It's now!

Lin Yang had been waiting for this opportunity.

He seized the moment when Ah Fei was distracted, suddenly dived down, grabbed Ah Fei's legs with both hands, and slammed him hard with his shoulder.

Ah Fei lost his balance and fell backward.

Lin Yang followed closely, his body instantly wrapping around A Fei's waist and abdomen like a python, his arms also encircling A Fei's neck, forming a standard floor chokehold.

"Viper Coil Lock!"

This is a submission technique that comes with basic combat skills. Once locked in, there is absolutely no chance of breaking free unless there is a huge difference in strength.

Afei's face instantly turned a deep purplish-red. He desperately tried to pry Lin Yang's arm off, but found that the other's arm was like an iron clamp, completely immovable.

A feeling of suffocation washed over me like a tidal wave.

He struggled to turn his eyes toward Brother Long, a plea for help in his eyes.

"Damn it, that bitch inside called the police!"

Seeing this, Brother Long slammed the cigarette butt on the ground and cursed.

He stood up, looked around, picked up half of a broken chair leg from the ground, and, seizing the opportunity, threw it at Lin Yang's back.

A strong gust of wind swept in, and Lin Yang had no choice but to loosen his grip on A Fei's arm and roll away to avoid it.

The two separated again and confronted each other once more.

"Ah Fei, you go first!"

Brother Long roared at Ah Fei.

"I'll handle the rest!"

"Young Master..."

A hint of hesitation flashed across Afei's face.

"It's alright!" Brother Long waved his hand impatiently. "My grandpa will protect me."

Afei nodded.

He glanced at the black travel bag containing one million in cash not far away, a hint of resentment flashing in his eyes. He moved to reach for it.

Lin Yang knew what he was thinking, so he took the lead, stepped forward, protected the money bag behind his back, and stared at him with cold eyes.

Ah Fei knew he couldn't delay any longer.

He gave Lin Yang a deep look, his gaze seeming to etch Lin Yang's appearance into his very bones.

The next second, he turned and rushed towards the burly men who were still wrestling with the property security guards.

With a few screams, Ah Fei, like a tiger among sheep, charged out of the crowd with a few punches and kicks, and plunged into the stairwell without looking back, disappearing from sight in an instant.

Seeing that Afei had escaped successfully, Brother Long breathed a sigh of relief and turned his attention back to Lin Yang.

He wore a look of playful appreciation on his face.

"Kid, you're pretty good. You actually managed to go toe-to-toe with Ah Fei."

He grinned, revealing a set of white teeth.

"Do you know who Afei is? He's a Taiquan master who's killed dozens of people in Southeast Asia."

Lin Yang looked at him expressionlessly.

"Oh, so what?"

"Next time I see him, he might not be a match for me."

"Oh."

Brother Long snorted, about to say something more.

"Don't move! Police!"

"Everyone, put your hands on your heads and squat down!"

Dozens of fully armed police officers surged in from both the elevator lobby and the stairwell like a tidal wave.

The dark muzzle of a gun was pointed at everyone in the living room.

The burly men that Brother Long brought vanished without a trace the moment they saw the police. They obediently dropped what they were holding, covered their heads, and squatted on the ground, not daring to resist in the slightest.

Several police officers quickly stepped forward and took control of everyone in the living room.

The cold handcuffs clicked shut, locking Brother Long's wrists.

Another pair of handcuffs also locked Zhou Heng, who was already paralyzed with fear in the corner.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of equally cold handcuffs were also put on his wrists, to Lin Yang's astonishment.