32: Chapter 32 Smash Down the Gates of the Elite School!

Lin Yuan's voice was not loud, but it made Wang Ya shudder all over.

She slowly raised her head.

Her disheveled hair slid down, revealing her swollen left cheek.

Five bright red finger marks were imprinted on her fair skin, and there were dried bloodstains at the corner of her mouth.

Su Xiaonuan's hand, holding the chopsticks, froze.

"What happened?"

Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair, his eyes slightly narrowed.

"I bumped into something by accident..." Wang Ya covered her face and hastily lowered her head.

She didn't want to say.

Bang!

Lin Motong suddenly stood up.

The chair screeched harshly against the floor.

The girl stared fixedly at the tabletop, her chest heaving violently, her voice squeezed out from between her teeth:

"I hit a boy in the face with a rock. He called my mom a whore."

Lin Motong looked up abruptly, her eyes bloodshot, staring straight at Lin Yuan:

"His mom brought people here this afternoon, slapped my mom, threw money at her, and forced the principal to expel me tomorrow."

Wang Ya's face went pale, and she reached out to pull her daughter: "Tongtong, stop talking! Mr. Lin, I'm sorry, I will handle it..."

Lin Motong ignored her mother's tugging and silently turned to walk into the kitchen.

When she came out again, she had a fruit knife in her hand.

"I won't drag you down."

Lin Motong gripped the knife handle tightly, her knuckles turning white, then wrapped it in newspaper and stuffed it into the compartment of her schoolbag.

"Tomorrow morning, the principal has scheduled a meeting with both parents."

"I'll go by myself."

Su Xiaonuan gasped.

Qin Yumo was eating on the side, remaining silent.

Lin Yuan watched Lin Motong.

No sympathy, no surprise, only intense appreciation.

This was the mark of an SS-rank Mutant queen.

Lin Yuan stood up.

He walked up to Lin Motong and reached into her bag to take out the fruit knife.

"That's not how you kill people."

Clang!

Lin Yuan threw the knife into the trash can.

He turned his head to look at Wang Ya, who was hanging her head and cowering.

"Remember."

Lin Yuan grabbed Wang Ya's wrist, pulled her up from the chair, and forced her to look him in the eye.

"Your daughter's surname is Lin now."

Lin Yuan let go and his gaze swept over the mother and daughter.

"Tomorrow, I will take you to school."

Wang Ya stood there, dumbfounded.

[Ding! Target Wang Ya (Beauty 88), emotional fluctuation intense!]

[Favorability critical hit +10%! Current favorability: 38%!]

[Ding! Target Lin Motong, favorability +5%! Current favorability: 12%!]

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The next morning.

The sky remained overcast.

A blue Ford Raptor pickup truck was parked in the underground garage of Rose Garden.

This was the car Su Xiaonuan bought yesterday.

george patton and Fat Dragon had sent someone to drive it away overnight to a black market repair shop to be handled.

Lin Yuan opened the passenger door and sat inside.

Su Xiaonuan's petite figure was sunk into the large driver's seat, and the huge steering wheel almost blocked half of her face.

This extreme contrast in size gave a sense of dissonance, like a loli riding a big horse.

In the back seat, Lin Motong, carrying her schoolbag, sat quietly beside Wang Ya, who was wearing a mask.

The Raptor let out a low roar and drove out of the garage.

Just as they got onto the main road, Lin Yuan's phone vibrated.

The screen displayed: Jiang Xiaowan.

Lin Yuan pressed the answer button.

"Hahaha, my floating profit on the books has already exceeded one billion!"

Jiang Xiaowan's irrepressible ecstasy came from the other end of the phone,

"Three financial media outlets have requested an exclusive interview with me this morning, asking about my logic for predicting the market!"

Jiang Xiaowan spoke at a fast pace, filled with the smugness of a wealthy heiress returning to her peak,

"Tell me how you predicted it, and I'll treat you to a good meal!"

Lin Yuan leaned one hand on the car window, watching the streetscape receding outside.

"I don't have time to listen to you gloat."

Lin Yuan's tone was cold,

"Within three days, send the military thermal imaging drones and EMP shielding equipment into Tiangong No. 1."

"Otherwise, go play by yourself."

Beep.

Lin Yuan hung up.

Inside the president's office of the Jiang Group, Jiang Xiaowan pressed her legs tightly together, and a tremor she had never felt before spread throughout her body.

This bastard...

[Ding! Target Jiang Xiaowan (Beauty 92), favorability +1%, current favorability: -1%!]

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The Raptor drove into the southern district of Jiang City.

A grand gate appeared ahead.

On the dark gold sign, it read "Jiangcheng Ston International School".

Four security guards in crisp uniforms stood at the entrance.

One of them was holding a long crescent-shaped fork.

The electric retractable gate was tightly closed.

Su Xiaonuan stepped on the brake and rolled down the window.

"Hello, parent. Please stop here and let the student go in by themselves."

A security guard walked up, his expression carrying the arrogance unique to an aristocratic school.

After all, this was an aristocratic school that required a 200,000 sponsorship fee to enter; even a doorman here acted like a high-ranking official.

Even if this young girl driving wanted to slip him a pack of cigarettes, he wouldn't let them pass...

"Smash through it." Lin Yuan stared straight ahead and spat out three words.

Su Xiaonuan's fingers gripping the steering wheel tightened slightly.

But not only was she not afraid, a morbid excitement welled up in her heart.

She shifted gears.

She floored the accelerator.

Vroom!

The massive blue vehicle body lunged forward violently.

"Holy shit! What are you doing! Are you crazy? Stop!"

The security guard roared in terror, scrambling to dodge to the sides.

Bang!

The sturdy aluminum alloy retractable gate was like paper in front of the two-ton-plus pickup truck.

The screeching sound of metal twisting and breaking echoed through the school gate.

The students and teachers inside the campus, who were in the middle of morning reading, were all stunned.

Su Xiaonuan jerked the steering wheel, drifted, and parked the car sideways in front of the administration building with extreme arrogance.

Lin Yuan pushed the door open and got out.

He was wearing a black shirt today, his figure tall and straight.

"Get out."

Lin Yuan said to the back seat.

Wang Ya took Lin Motong's hand and stepped down, her legs feeling a bit weak.

She had never experienced such a crazy thing in her entire life.

Lin Yuan walked at the very front, striding up the steps.

Su Xiaonuan followed half a step behind Lin Yuan, her gaze sweeping disdainfully over the security guards who were trembling in fear nearby.

Call the police?

These security guards didn't dare; what if they offended some big shot...

If they want to report it, let the principal do it...

Third floor of the administration building, principal's office.

Before they even entered, they heard a woman's shrill cursing coming from inside.

"Principal Li, I'm putting it out there today. That little bastard must be expelled!"

"My husband sponsors the school two million a year, not so my son can be in the same class as this kind of low-class person!"

A middle-aged man's voice chimed in:

"This is intentional injury! Principal Li, if you don't call the police to arrest her, I'll have my friends at the Education Bureau come and audit your accounts!"

The principal's voice sounded humble: "Director Zhao, Mrs. Sun, please calm down..."

Outside the door.

Lin Yuan stopped.

Wang Ya was trembling all over, clutching her daughter's hand tightly.

Lin Yuan raised his right leg.

Bang!

The two heavy solid wood doors were kicked open.

The people inside the office erupted in terrified screams.

Lin Yuan walked into the office with his hands in his pockets.

Behind the desk, the principal with the receding hairline slammed the table and stood up.

"Do you have any manners! Don't you know how to knock?!"

On the sofa sat a man and a woman.

It was the noblewoman who had hit someone yesterday and her nouveau riche husband wearing a thick gold chain.

Standing behind them were two 1.9-meter-tall bodyguards in black.

"Who the fuck are you!"

The nouveau riche Director Zhao reacted, stood up abruptly, pointed at Lin Yuan's nose, and said, "Are you tired of living?!"

The noblewoman saw Wang Ya and her daughter following behind Lin Yuan and immediately screamed:

"You found a lover to back you up? A-Long, A-Hu, scrap this pretty boy for me!"

The two bodyguards looked at each other, clenched their fists, and pounced on Lin Yuan from the left and right.

They didn't care about right or wrong; they took money to solve problems for others.

The bodyguard on the left threw a punch with the sound of wind, aiming straight for Lin Yuan's face.

Lin Yuan's eyes were cold.

He just raised his right arm very casually, his five fingers spread open.

Slap!

A loud slap.

The two-hundred-pound bodyguard was sent flying into the air by this slap.

Boom!

The bodyguard's massive body crashed heavily into the office's huge floor-to-ceiling window.

The tempered glass was instantly covered with spiderweb-like cracks.

The bodyguard on the right stopped in his tracks halfway, his face wearing an expression of having seen a ghost.

Is this fucking strength something a human can output?!

Lin Yuan didn't give him a chance to retreat.

He stepped forward, closed in, and delivered a whip kick.

Bang!

It hit the bodyguard square in the abdomen.

The bodyguard spat out a mouthful of bile, curled up, flew out, crashed through a bookcase nearby, and was buried under a pile of heavy books.

The whole process took less than three seconds.

The arrogance on the noblewoman's face froze instantly.

The nouveau riche Director Zhao's legs trembled, and the gold chain on his neck shook along with them.

But the inertia of decades in the business world made him still try to hold his ground, trembling as he took out his phone:

"You... you wait! One phone call from me, and the director of the Education Bureau will be here in ten minutes! Industry and Commerce, Taxation, Urban Management joint enforcement, I'll make you..."

Lin Yuan walked to the sofa.

Looking at Director Zhao, who was half a head shorter than him.

Suddenly, Lin Yuan raised his leather shoe and kicked Director Zhao directly in the chest.

Sending him and the sofa flipping over onto the floor.

Director Zhao let out a scream like a slaughtered pig.

Lin Yuan walked up and stepped on Director Zhao's fat face.

He ground his leather shoe down hard.

Director Zhao's facial muscles were compressed and distorted, and he made whimpering pleas for mercy.

"Touch my people?"

Lin Yuan looked down at the nouveau riche under his feet.

"Now, call your biggest backer."

"See if he can save your whole family's life!"