26: Chapter 26 A Former Hero Becomes a Henchman, A Powerful General Adds to the Doomsday Fortress

Su Xiaonuan, who had been cornered on the sofa, relaxed her tightly bitten lips when she saw the tall and stern figure at the doorway.

The humiliation and fear she had been suppressing for so long finally broke through, and tears began to fall in large drops.

Zhao Ya, who was blocking in front of her, let the sharp broken beer bottle in her hand fall to the ground with a "clatter."

The savior had arrived.

The young master was sobered up by about thirty percent by the loud noise.

But the remaining ninety-seven percent meant he didn't realize the terrifying power required to kick the door off its hinges.

He squinted his bloodshot eyes, saw that it was just a pretty boy, and burst into laughter, grabbing half a bottle of foreign liquor from the table and hurling it over:

"Damn! Trying to play the hero and save the damsel right in front of me? Break his hands and legs and throw him out!"

The seven or eight ruffian-like thugs behind him immediately grabbed beer bottles and folding knives and lunged at Lin Yuan.

Lin Yuan didn't use any flashy moves; he took a step forward, meeting the thug in the lead.

He threw a right punch.

Pure physical power exploded.

A dull thud of impact exploded inside the private room.

The thug went flying backward through the air.

He slammed straight into the giant LCD TV on the wall, causing it to cave in and shatter, with sparks flying everywhere.

Immediately after, Lin Yuan charged into the crowd.

Side kicks, elbow strikes, knee strikes.

There was only absolute, overwhelming power and speed.

A thug raised his folding knife and stabbed at Lin Yuan's side.

Lin Yuan didn't dodge or parry; he precisely grabbed the opponent's wrist with his left hand and twisted it violently.

The sound of breaking bones rang out, and Lin Yuan followed up with a knee strike, driving it hard into the opponent's abdomen.

The man spat out a mouthful of blood and curled up on the ground.

In less than ten seconds.

All seven or eight thugs were lying on the carpet covered in broken glass, with broken limbs, twitching and wailing.

The thick smell of blood overpowered the scent of alcohol.

The other classmates in the room were stunned, forgetting even to breathe.

The young master was mostly sobered up, backing away in fright until his back was pressed hard against the wall.

"Mr. Lin..."

Zhao Ya knelt on the ground, crying incoherently, "The people in the next room were molesting our female classmate in the restroom, and Miss Su couldn't stand it and helped her get away."

"This bastard was furious, brought people to force their way in, and insisted on taking her away..."

Lin Yuan shook his hand and strode toward the young master.

Looking at his wailing subordinates all over the floor, the young master shouted fiercely, though his voice trembled with fear: "Brother, which gang are you from? My dad is the Building Materials King of the Southern District. Let's settle this today; name your price..."

Before he could finish speaking.

Lin Yuan reached out with one hand, grabbed the young master by the throat, the muscles in his arm bulging.

He lifted the one-hundred-and-forty-plus-pound adult man off the ground with a single hand.

The young master's face turned beet red, his eyes bulged, his hands clawed desperately at Lin Yuan's arm, his legs kicked wildly in the air, and a rattling sound came from his throat.

Lin Yuan looked at him coldly.

"Just now, was it this hand that wanted to touch her?"

Lin Yuan's gaze fell on the young master's right hand.

His arm exerted sudden force, slamming the young master violently onto the floor.

It felt as if his internal organs had been displaced; the young master opened his mouth wide in pain.

Before he could even catch his breath, Lin Yuan raised his leather shoe and stepped directly onto his right wrist.

Crack! A crisp sound of bones breaking.

"Ahhh!!!" The shrill scream pierced through the entire private room.

Just as Lin Yuan was about to step on and break his other hand.

Extremely dense footsteps suddenly came from outside the corridor.

A middle-aged fat man with a scarred, fleshy face and a bald head, accompanied by five murderous-looking men in black, blocked the entrance to the private room.

The men in black had bulging waistlines, clearly carrying weapons.

The young master, rolling on the floor in pain, saw the people at the door and, as if grabbing a lifeline, howled venomously: "Uncle Long! Save me! Kill him!"

Su Xiaonuan and the classmates in the room instantly turned ashen.

Five professionals carrying weapons—this was simply not something one person could handle.

The next second.

The bald fat man walked into the room and turned around abruptly.

He slapped the young master hard across the face.

Slap!

This slap was extremely powerful.

The young master was slapped so hard that his broken teeth mixed with blood sprayed out, and he slammed his head against the corner of the sofa, passing out completely.

Everyone in the room was stunned.

A scene that made their scalps tingle even more appeared.

The bald man turned around and bowed ninety degrees directly to Lin Yuan.

"Mr... Mr. Lin!" The bald man's voice trembled, "This little bastard is blind as a dog!"

No one in the room spoke.

Only Zhao Ya was trembling with excitement in the corner.

This bald man was none other than Zhao Ya's boyfriend, who had been scared into fleeing by just one look from Lin Yuan at the Chanel counter in MixC Mall the day before yesterday!

Just now, when Zhao Ya saw the situation spinning out of control, she secretly sent a WeChat message for help.

When the bald man saw the address, he immediately brought people over to show his allegiance, attempting to latch onto Lin Yuan's coattails by saving Su Xiaonuan.

That day, after returning home, he had used various channels to find out Lin Yuan's true identity.

He had to seize this opportunity for upward social mobility.

That was the reason behind him ordering Zhao Ya to get an apology from Su Xiaonuan later on.

Now that the real big shot was in front of him, let alone a building material mogul's son, even if the mogul himself came, he would still slap him without hesitation!

The bald man immediately waved his hand.

His bodyguards dragged the unconscious young master and the group of thugs out of the private room.

"Mr. Lin, please rest assured, I will take care of any retaliation from this little bastard's family! I won't let it dirty your hands!" The bald man patted his chest in assurance.

Zhao Ya quickly scrambled up, hurried to Su Xiaonuan's side, and bowed and scraped frantically: "Miss Su, are you okay? As soon as I saw something was wrong, I called for backup. I would never let you be wronged!"

She spared no effort in demonstrating her top-tier bootlicking contribution of "calling for backup to protect the master."

Lin Yuan walked up to Su Xiaonuan and took her hand.

He prepared to leave.

The bald man quickly and obsequiously approached him and said: "Mr. Lin... I was blind at the mall the day before yesterday. My name is Long Dabiao, and people in the underworld are kind enough to call me 'Fat Dragon'."

"I've accumulated some construction teams and connections in building materials over the years, and I want to work for you..."

Fat Dragon? Long Dabiao?

Lin Yuan frowned.

He stopped, turned his head, and stared at the humble, bald fat man in front of him.

Memories of his past life flooded back.

The one who didn't fear death from the Jiangcheng No. 9 Shelter?

A B-rank Fire-type Esper?!

In his past life, Lin Yuan had worked with him to fight against a Zombie Horde led by a Mutant.

Although this fat man didn't look like a good guy, he could be called loyal.

To honor his promise to the leader of the No. 9 Shelter, he detonated his Superpower amidst the Zombie Horde, dying together with the Mutant.

He had also indirectly saved Lin Yuan's life.

Could it really be this bald fat man with the fleshy face in front of him?!

The images didn't quite match... and back then, Fat Dragon clearly had hair...

The two of them had even shared a drink back then, and Lin Yuan had jokingly asked him why he was called Fat Dragon when he wasn't fat.

Fat Dragon just grinned and sang a few lines: "Once upon a time..."

However, Lin Yuan had met Fat Dragon half a year into the apocalypse; if he were thinner, the two faces would indeed be somewhat similar.

Before the apocalypse shelter was fully established, Lin Yuan was indeed lacking manpower.

He looked at Fat Dragon and said: "Tomorrow morning, go to the Cloud Top Palace in the Western Suburbs. Find a man named Lu Yan and tell him I sent you to assist him."

He would let Lu Yan test whether this person was usable; he wouldn't keep people without stats around him.

Fat Dragon was stunned for a moment, then ecstatic.

This meant he had been accepted!

"Thank you, Mr. Lin! Thank you for the promotion, Mr. Lin! I will report for duty first thing tomorrow morning!" Fat Dragon bowed repeatedly.

Zhao Ya, standing to the side, shouted with great tact: "Wishing Mr. Lin and Miss Su a son soon! May you grow old together!"

...

Late at night.

A black off-road vehicle drove along the streets of Jiangcheng.

The atmosphere inside the car was somewhat stifling.

Su Xiaonuan sat in the passenger seat, head bowed, her hands twisting her hem tightly.

She felt she had caused trouble for Lin Yuan.

"Mr. Lin... I'm sorry."

Su Xiaonuan's voice was filled with a crying tone, "I won't meddle in other people's business anymore. I shouldn't have caused you trouble..."

Lin Yuan drove with one hand on the steering wheel.

He freed his right hand and, with an extremely overbearing gesture, pressed it onto the top of Su Xiaonuan's head, rubbing her hair vigorously.

"Remember," Lin Yuan said, staring straight at the road ahead, his voice deep and powerful, "my woman doesn't need to compromise."

"Also, stop drinking that papaya milk."

Su Xiaonuan suddenly looked up, staring blankly at Lin Yuan's stern profile.

Suddenly, she smiled brightly: "I'll go back and feed you grapes!"

[Ding! Target Su Xiaonuan (Beauty 87), Favorability +4%! Current Favorability: 77%!]

...

At the same time.

Country R, Tokyo.

Inside a high-end Japanese-style courtyard.

Lu Feng, wearing a loose yukata, sat cross-legged on the tatami mat.

He was holding a cup of sake, his face terrifyingly gloomy.

His original plan was perfect.

Utilizing the marital conflict between Lin Yuan and Shen Qingyue, he would woo Shen Qingyue and then, using the shell of Xinghui Group, swindle at least 400 to 500 million.

But he never expected that Lin Yuan would take the initiative to propose a divorce from Shen Qingyue.

This was completely inconsistent with the information he had investigated previously.

This also caused him to lose all face in front of his friends.

"Lin Yuan..." Lu Feng downed the sake in his cup, his eyes flashing with a venomous, vicious light.

He put down the wine cup and looked at the person sitting in the shadows opposite him.

The air was filled with a faint scent of cherry blossoms.

"One hundred thousand US dollars have already been transferred to your account." Lu Feng pushed a photo of Lin Yuan to the center of the table.

"I want him dead."