37: Chapter 37 The Apocalyptic Laws That Disregard Martial Morality

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen's hand, holding the teacup, paused abruptly.

In her eyes, she was a god looking down upon mortals.

And that incredibly frivolous remark Lin Yuan just made was not a provocation.

It was blasphemy.

"You're courting death."

With a tap of her toes, her deep purple cheongsam glided through the air.

The teacup in her hand didn't even wobble, yet she was already in front of Lin Yuan.

Her left hand held the cup, while her right hand formed a palm, striking straight at Lin Yuan's chest.

She only used thirty percent of her strength. After all, high-quality "Genetic Containers" were hard to find.

She didn't want to beat Lin Yuan into a pulp.

But this palm strike was enough to shatter an ordinary person's ribs, making him kneel on the ground and wail like a dog.

Lin Yuan's eyes flickered. Dodge? Of course he could dodge.

Lin Yuan's right fingertips had even latched onto her pulse point. If he moved forward just half an inch, he could disable that hand.

But the next second, a hint of madness surfaced in Lin Yuan's eyes. He deliberately slowed down by half a beat. Crossing his arms, he adopted a hasty defensive posture, bracing them firmly against his chest.

Bang! Lin Yuan gave a "muffled grunt" as his body retreated, propelled by the force of the palm strike. One step. Two steps. On the third step, his back hit the wall. The wall vibrated slightly.

He clenched his teeth, biting the tip of his tongue. A trickle of blood slid down the corner of his mouth. Just enough for the performance.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen withdrew her hand and stood in place. The water in the teacup still hadn't spilled.

"You have secrets." She stared at Lin Yuan's chest. "Your muscle density is definitely not from natural growth."

Lin Yuan raised his hand and wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth. He saw the flash of interest in Grandmaster Ling Suzhen's eyes. And greed. The fish had taken the bait.

"Want to know?" Lin Yuan sneered. "Three months from now, fight Qin Yumo again."

"If she loses, not only will I remarry Shen Qingyue, but I'll also hand over the secret to my increased strength to you."

Qin Yumo, on the floor, looked up abruptly. She stared at the glaring red blood at the corner of Lin Yuan's mouth and his "strained" silhouette leaning against the wall, her heart contracting violently.

She had always hated the weak. She hated cowardice. She hated people who held others back. But at this moment, for the first time, she hated herself for not being strong enough.

[Ding! Target Qin Yumo (Beauty 85), Favorability +5%! Current Favorability: 16%!]

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen looked at Lin Yuan as if watching a joke. "Do you think you're qualified to negotiate with me?"

"What?" Lin Yuan leaned forward. "Afraid there will be too many variables in three months? Or are you afraid you can't afford to lose?"

The tea in Grandmaster Ling Suzhen's hand finally wobbled. Just a little.

She knew full well that Lin Yuan was provoking her. But the words "can't afford to lose" were like a needle piercing her martial arts dignity.

In her previous life, she was exactly that kind of person. To prove herself, she could charge into a horde of zombies single-handedly and tear apart an S-class Mutant.

Lin Yuan knew her weaknesses all too well.

"If I win…" Grandmaster Ling Suzhen scoffed, interrupting him directly.

"You cannot win." Her gaze swept over Qin Yumo on the floor. "Let's talk after she can defeat my daughter in three months."

She looked at Lin Yuan, her tone cold, as if she were bestowing a favor. "I will let you know how ridiculous your self-righteousness is."

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen wasn't stupid; she deliberately spoke ambiguously. Whether Shen Qingyue would step in or she herself would act in three months—the right to interpret that remained in her hands.

At the kitchen entrance, Shen Qingyue heard this and her eyes lit up instantly.

So that was it. Lin Yuan had caused so much trouble, even going as far as to provoke her mother, all just to prove a point!

She raised her hand to smooth her hair, as if putting back on an invisible crown.

When it came down to it, this man had never let her go. Wrecking the company. Stealing money. Keeping those women. Deliberately ignoring her. It was all to recapture her attention.

Shen Qingyue lifted her chin. Lin Yuan, you are certainly acting hard. Unfortunately. I've already seen through it.

Grandmaster Ling Suzhen couldn't be bothered to look at Lin Yuan again and turned to walk out the door. She was indeed interested in Lin Yuan's secret. So, she would let this stud boar jump around for another three months.

Before leaving, Shen Qingyue deliberately slowed her pace, waiting for Lin Yuan to call out to her. Lin Yuan didn't call out.

She interpreted it in her heart as: "He is enduring it; he doesn't want to lose face in front of his mother-in-law."

Shen Qingyue turned back and said indifferently: "Lin Yuan, I hope you won't disappoint me too much in three months."

She even began to consider whether she should give him the cold shoulder for a week after three months. After all, her good friend He Manman had said that if a man gets something too easily, he won't cherish it.

Bang. The door closed. The living room returned to silence.

Qin Yumo kept her head down, her voice hoarse. "I'm sorry. I've become a burden."

The "strain" on Lin Yuan's face vanished instantly. He straightened his body, pulled out a tissue, and casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth. Where was there any sign of injury?

"A burden?" Lin Yuan walked up to Qin Yumo and looked down at her. "Three months from now, pick up the face you lost yourself."

Click. The sound of a key turning came from outside the door. Su Xiaonuan and Wang Ya carried several boxed pizzas and pushed the door open.

"Boss Lin, we just ran into Shen Qingyue, are you okay…" The scene before them made their faces turn pale.

The coffee table was shattered. The marble floor was cracked. A suffocating chill still lingered in the air.

Wang Ya almost lost her grip on the pizza box. Su Xiaonuan's footsteps paused for only half a second.

Her gaze swept across the room and finally landed on the blood-stained tissue in Lin Yuan's hand. Her petite body stiffened.

Someone had made Boss Lin bleed. She wished she could rush out right now and chop the person who hurt Boss Lin into mincemeat with the dullest knife possible!

But she knew she wasn't strong enough yet. The next second, Su Xiaonuan had switched back to "Chief Steward" mode. Her voice was soft, yet steady.

"Sister Ya, put the pizza in the kitchen oven to heat up." Wang Ya nodded quickly: "Okay."

Afterward, Su Xiaonuan walked to the balcony and brought back a broom and a thick black garbage bag. She bent down and began to clean up the wood fragments and glass shards on the floor, as if there had just been a normal party here.

Lin Yuan watched her busy silhouette and nodded slightly. This kind of competence was exactly what was needed in the apocalypse.

Lin Yuan took out his phone and sent a message to Fat Dragon, telling him to take away the injured thugs in the hallway.

Fat Dragon reported after finishing the job that he had also found several pinhole cameras installed by someone unknown in the hallway.

Rose Garden was no longer suitable to stay in. If it was Grandmaster Ling Suzhen today, and some other fly tomorrow, where would he find the spare time to play house with them every day?

Lin Yuan sat on the sofa, tapped his fingers lightly, and dialed Jiang Xiaowan's number.

"Cloud Top Palace, clear out two more villas for me."

On the other end of the line, Jiang Xiaowan, who was getting a spa treatment, choked slightly.

She had sent a drone to this bastard this morning, and he'd left without saying goodbye—that was one thing, but now he was turning around and ordering her around?

But on second thought, the corners of her lips curled up uncontrollably.

Lin Yuan taking the initiative to move into Cloud Top Palace meant that their interests would be tied even deeper.

Recently, because of the acid rain, many buyers were unwilling to move up the mountain. It was just as well that they were empty.

"Sure, since Boss Lin has spoken, dare I disobey?"

Jiang Xiaowan's voice revealed a hint of coquettishness she hadn't even noticed herself. "Villa No. 12 and Villa 13, the twin villas. I've sent the passwords to your phone. However… what do you plan to pay the rent with?"

"Beep." Lin Yuan hung up the phone directly.

Jiang Xiaowan stared at the darkened screen and laughed in anger. The beautician's hands were still on her shoulders, but Jiang Xiaowan had already sat up straight, her wet hair sliding down from her shoulder. "Bastard."

That afternoon. The move officially began.

Su Xiaonuan held an infrared lens detector, ensuring that nothing else had been installed on their luggage.

Wang Ya held Lin Motong tightly, standing guard at the door voluntarily for the first time. Qin Yumo, meanwhile, carried her camouflage tactical bag onto the car without a word.

Lin Yuan and the women moved into Villa No. 12 at Cloud Top Palace. Lu Yan, Tank, Shadow, and Fat Dragon, acting as the outer defensive line, moved into the adjacent Villa 13. The core team of the apocalypse had officially assembled on the perimeter of the fortress.

Late at night. Cloud Top Palace. The gym. Bang! Bang! Bang! The dull sound of impacts echoed in the empty room.

Qin Yumo was wearing a black sports Tank top, punching the sandbag over and over. Sweat soaked her clothes and dripped onto the yoga mat along her abdominal muscles.

She wasn't wearing boxing gloves. Her knuckles were already split, and blood stained the surface of the sandbag. But she kept hitting.

Bang! The final punch landed. Qin Yumo collapsed to her knees in exhaustion.

A large, thick hand reached out from behind, gripping her blood-soaked fist and lifting her straight up from the ground.

Lin Yuan was wearing loose loungewear; he had stood behind her without her knowing when.

"Do you not want your hand anymore?" Lin Yuan's voice was deep, carrying a magnetism that made one's heart tremble.

Qin Yumo turned her head abruptly; due to the intense exercise, her fair skin was flushed with a breathtaking crimson. At this moment, her form-fitting black sports Tank top was completely soaked through with sweat.

It clung tightly to her exquisite body, outlining the stunning full contours and her slender, toned waist to perfection.

Following her chest, which rose and fell dramatically due to her rapid breathing, sweat pooled into thin streams, trickling all the way into that bottomless cleavage.

Her eyes were red, and her voice trembled. "I can't beat her. That kind of strength she has is simply not something that can be trained through modern combat. Never mind three months, even in thirty years, I wouldn't be able to beat her!"

Watching this usually cold and arrogant coach reveal a weak side, a flicker of something different flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes.

He pressed one knee onto the yoga mat and forcibly pulled Qin Yumo's full, voluptuous body into his arms, making her straddle his lap.

Boom! Two scorching bodies pressed together without warning.

Qin Yumo stiffened all over; she could clearly feel the terrifying hardness of Lin Yuan's chest, as well as the overbearing male pheromones coming through the thin clothing.

That wave of aggressive heat instantly scattered all her exhaustion and despair.

Lin Yuan grabbed a clean white towel; his movements were not gentle, even bordering on rough as he lifted her chin and wiped the sweat from her cheeks and neck.

"Don't worry." The rough calluses on Lin Yuan's fingertips grazed her sensitive earlobe, sending a tingle through her that made her strong body go weak.

His tone, however, was incredibly certain: "With me here, you are guaranteed to win."

Qin Yumo looked somewhat dazedly at the stern face so close to her own. At this moment, Lin Yuan's large hand was already holding her skinned fist, carefully cleaning the wound with a sterile cotton swab.

A sharp pain came, but Qin Yumo didn't even frown. She simply bit her lower lip hard, letting Lin Yuan wrap her small hand in his palm.

Because of their position, with every breath she took, her ample breasts would inevitably brush gently against Lin Yuan's solid chest muscles, creating a moment of physical friction that was ambiguous to the extreme.

She didn't struggle; instead, she obediently rested her forehead against the crook of Lin Yuan's shoulder, greedily inhaling the cold, reassuring scent on him.

[Ding! Target Qin Yumo (Beauty 85), Favorability +3%! Current Favorability: 19%!]

Lin Yuan calmly finished wrapping the last layer of bandage, then patted her firm, perky buttocks; they felt incredibly elastic to the touch.

"Alright, go back and take a shower. Three months from now, I'll take you to pick up the face you lost with your own hands."

The tingle from her buttocks made Qin Yumo's body tremble, and the blush that had just faded from her face instantly burned to the roots of her neck.

She sprang up from Lin Yuan's lap in a panic, grabbed her water bottle, and fled in a fluster.

Watching that long, voluptuous silhouette disappear at the doorway, a playful arc curled at the corner of Lin Yuan's mouth.

In his previous life, Qin Yumo was one of the first batch of Espers to awaken after the apocalypse descended! One of the three great S-class in Jiang City. The Valkyrie.

As for Grandmaster Ling Suzhen, she would have to wait until half a year after the apocalypse broke out to awaken her A-class Superpower.

As long as they survived these three months. Once Qin Yumo awakened, beating Shen Qingyue and Grandmaster Ling Suzhen would be no different from beating two stray dogs.

Even taking a step back. Even if Qin Yumo really couldn't win. Order would have collapsed. He would just act directly and take out that mother and daughter. Who the hell would care about some bullshit bet?

Lin Yuan pushed open the glass door of the gym without looking back. He was the type of person who liked to go back on his word anyway.