33: Chapter 33 "I'm the kind of person who likes to break my promises"

Manager Zhao gasped in pain, his hands trembling as he pulled his phone from his suit's inner pocket.

He swiped across the phone screen four or five times before he could barely unlock it.

Lin Yuan eased the pressure of his foot slightly.

As if granted amnesty, Manager Zhao immediately dialed the number and slammed the speakerphone button.

Beep—beep—

The call connected.

An extremely arrogant male voice filled the entire office:

"Old Zhao? Why are you howling so early in the morning!"

Manager Zhao, as if grabbing a lifeline, shrieked at the top of his lungs:

"Manager Sun! Help! I'm at Ston School, and someone here won't even give the Jiang Family any face!!"

There was silence on the other end of the line for two seconds.

Then, an overbearing sneer erupted.

"Which blind fool dares to touch someone under the protection of my Jiang Family?"

Manager Sun's voice was filled with lofty arrogance.

"Tell him to wash his neck and wait! I'm bringing people over right now!"

"Tell him to go ask around and find out where the 'Jiang' in Jiangcheng comes from!"

The Jiang Family!

Upon hearing those two words, Wang Ya's legs went weak, and she nearly collapsed.

She didn't know the relationship between Lin Yuan and Jiang Xiaowan.

In her understanding, the Jiang Family of Jiangcheng was a top-tier wealthy clan with connections that reached the heavens.

Back in the day, Li Hongda had put a lot of effort into trying to reach these powerful families, but they hadn't even looked his way.

Now, they had actually offended the Jiang Family!

She reached out with a trembling hand, wanting to tug at the corner of Lin Yuan's clothes:

"Mr. Lin... maybe... let it go..."

Lin Yuan turned his head and glanced at her.

With just that one glance, the blood in Wang Ya's body seemed to freeze.

Su Xiaonuan immediately stepped forward and pulled Wang Ya behind her.

"You've overstepped."

She straightened her back, exuding the dignity of a head housekeeper.

So what if it's the Jiang Family?

In her eyes, Lin Yuan was a god capable of piercing through the heavens.

Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze and looked down at the venomous-faced Manager Zhao beneath his feet.

"Half an hour," Lin Yuan said. "If you don't arrive, I will break both of your legs."

As soon as he finished speaking, snap!

The phone was crushed to pieces by Lin Yuan, with parts and glass shards scattering everywhere.

Lin Yuan moved his foot away and turned to look at Lin Motong, who was standing to the side.

His tone softened slightly.

"Go to class. The following scene is not for children to see."

However, this future SS-rank Mutant queen remained standing where she was.

On her thin, pale face, there was not a trace of the fear that someone her age should have.

"I'm not going," she said, staring at the blood-covered Manager Zhao and the terrified noblewoman on the ground. "I want to stay here and watch how they die."

Lin Motong looked up, meeting Lin Yuan's gaze.

"I want to learn how to kill."

The office fell into a deathly silence.

Lin Yuan looked at the bloodlust in Lin Motong's eyes.

He wasn't angry; instead, he smiled.

He raised his hand, which had been brushing against the seam of his trousers, and pressed it heavily onto the wolf cub's head, ruffling her hair.

Lin Motong's body stiffened for a moment, then she narrowed her eyes.

Just then, the noblewoman on the ground finally caught her breath.

Manager Sun's words from the phone, "I'm bringing people over right now," still echoed in her ears.

With this lifeline, the venom that had been suppressed by fear surged back up.

She glared at Wang Ya and her daughter with a twisted expression.

"Bitches! When Manager Sun gets here, I'll make you crawl out of this school on your knees—"

Before she could finish her last word, Lin Yuan raised his right leg and brought it down heavily with a terrifying sound of rushing wind!

Snap!

"Ah—!!!" The noblewoman's scream turned shrill.

Her shinbone was snapped by Lin Yuan's foot, and she rolled frantically on the glass-covered floor in agony.

"Didn't you say half an hour—!!??" Manager Zhao screamed, his eyes bloodshot.

"Oh, I'm the type of person who likes to go back on my word."

After speaking, he shifted his right foot and stepped directly onto Manager Zhao's right knee.

Snap!

Manager Zhao's kneecap was crushed to pieces, and his lower leg snapped backward at an incredibly bizarre angle.

A piercing, agonizing howl echoed throughout the entire administrative building.

"The pain from a knee and a shin is different," Lin Yuan said, turning to look at Lin Motong beside him, his tone as if he were giving a lecture.

"The knee hurts more, and the recovery period is longer. When attacking the lower body, the knee is the first choice."

Lin Motong nodded slightly. Her eyes were bright.

Su Xiaonuan rushed over, crouched down, and carefully wiped the bloodstains off the edge of Lin Yuan's leather shoes, bit by bit.

Her movements were extremely gentle.

Behind her, the screams continued one after another.

She didn't even furrow her brow.

"Wang Ya." Lin Yuan suddenly looked at the silent Wang Ya. "Did you bring any cash?"

"Huh?" Wang Ya was stunned.

She subconsciously touched her pocket and then looked at Manager Zhao and his wife, whose knees were shattered and who were screaming incessantly on the ground.

Yesterday, it was this woman's slap that hit her face.

The stack of cash that had been thrown at her face still felt like it was burning.

"...Yes." Wang Ya's voice was tight as she pulled two one-hundred-yuan bills from her bag.

"Take out two hundred; consider it payment for me breaking their legs."

Wang Ya gripped the two hundred yuan, her fingers turning white.

She bent down and gently placed the two crumpled bills next to the noblewoman's twisted, broken leg.

Her movements were very slow, but she did not hesitate.

Lin Yuan took out his phone and dialed a number.

"Ston International School, come here immediately."

On the other end of the line, Jiang Xiaowan was not angry at this commanding tone; on the contrary, she sounded uncontrollably excited.

Was he finally willing to tell her the direction for the next step of action! This man with a hard mouth but a soft heart!

"Okay!"

Ten minutes later, there was the roar of an extremely high-profile supercar engine.

A fire-red Ferrari LaFerrari drifted around a corner and parked extremely arrogantly next to Su Xiaonuan's Raptor pickup truck.

Click, click, click.

The crisp sound of high heels on the stairs approached from afar.

Bang!

Jiang Xiaowan pushed open the half-closed office door.

Today, she was wearing a wine-red trench coat over a tight black bodycon skirt, stepping in ten-centimeter stilettos, with her long, wavy hair draped over her shoulders, radiating an aura of total dominance.

A scent of roses flooded into the blood-filled office.

She completely ignored the mess, the shattered floor-to-ceiling windows, and the wailing Manager Zhao and his wife on the ground.

She walked straight up to Lin Yuan and flicked the car keys in her hand.

"For a single phone call from you, I ran three red lights!" Jiang Xiaowan complained in a familiar tone.

Manager Zhao on the ground endured the excruciating pain and struggled to lift his head.

When he saw Jiang Xiaowan's face, his brain went "boom" and completely exploded.

Jiang Xiaowan!

The eldest young lady of the Jiang Family!

Foremen of peripheral industries like them usually didn't even have the qualifications to see Jiang Xiaowan; they had only caught a glimpse of her from afar at the group's annual meeting.

And now, this high-and-mighty eldest lady of the Jiang Family was actually complaining about running red lights in front of this menace?!

Manager Zhao's vision went black.

The principal, hiding under the office desk, covered his mouth tightly, afraid that making even the slightest sound would attract attention.

He only prayed that while these titans were fighting, they wouldn't drag him, a small fry, into it.

"Alright, what exactly is the matter that you called me here for?" Jiang Xiaowan put away her joking manner and looked at the blood on the floor.

"You've certainly made quite a scene."

Lin Yuan pointed to the half-dead Manager Zhao on the ground.

"He says he is under the protection of your Jiang Family."

Jiang Xiaowan frowned and looked down at Manager Zhao carefully.

"Don't know him," Jiang Xiaowan said with a tone of disgust.

"There are so many peripheral lackeys of the Jiang Family; how could I recognize them all."

"His wife hit my person." Lin Yuan's tone was cold.

Only then did Jiang Xiaowan turn her head to look at the others in the office.

She had met Su Xiaonuan and knew that she was Lin Yuan's secretary.

Her gaze passed over Su Xiaonuan and landed on Wang Ya, whose face was slightly swollen.

She then looked at Lin Motong, whom Wang Ya was holding.

Jiang Xiaowan's red lips curled into an intrigued arc.

She crossed her arms, her tone filled with a bit of scrutiny:

"You called me here in such a rush just to have me back up your mistress?"

"Hurry up and tell me about the financial direction for the future, and I'll spare your miserable life."

Lin Yuan remained expressionless, not bothering to pay attention to her crazy ramblings.

Jiang Xiaowan's gaze fell back onto Wang Ya.

Looking at Wang Ya's mature and beautiful face, as well as her pitiful and frightened appearance, a trace of imperceptible disdain flashed in Jiang Xiaowan's eyes.

She had seen too many of these dodder-like women with nothing but a pretty shell in the circles of the wealthy.

Just then, a series of extremely harsh screeching brakes suddenly came from downstairs.

Immediately following that, dense footsteps sounded in the hallway like war drums.

"Everyone get moving, damn it! Surround this building for me!"

Manager Sun's extremely arrogant roar came from the end of the hallway.

A dozen or so tough security guards, all dressed in uniform black suits and holding riot batons, approached the principal's office with murderous intent.