387: Chapter 387 Yan Pojun's Past

"Her brother is a lunatic, she's probably having an episode too!" This sentence went viral online, turning into countless bolded red bullet comments that drifted precisely across Wen Yan's phone screen.

Wen Yan squatted next to a potted plant in the VIP passage of the Organization. Lin Yu squatted right beside him; the two currently looked like a pair of brothers-in-arms out for a synchronized bathroom break.

They had just listened to the entire sequence of events through the door. Wen Yan shared a mentor-disciple bond with Yan Pojun and had intended to intervene, but Lin Yu had held him back. The two had found a spot and had been squatting there until now.

Lin Yu's thinking was simple: Lin Yao's self-confidence had just taken a hit, so it wasn't a bad thing to have an opportunity for her to win it back now.

He simply let matters take their course.

He would just squat here and scroll through his phone for a while.

The two squatted side-by-side. Lin Yu didn't care at all, while Wen Yan felt a bit awkward, though it seemed this might bring him a bit closer to Lin Yu, which wasn't bad either.

Regarding his plan to report this matter upward, he still needed to get Zhong Huai's opinion.

But Zhong Huai's messages remained unread and he couldn't be reached, so Wen Yan used this time to try and get on Lin Yu's good side.

This youth of mysterious strength was easier to approach than Wen Yan had imagined.

He just didn't like to initiate conversation; in reality, he was quite a kind person.

This put Wen Yan at ease. He didn't like talking to those guys who acted all mysterious; this more down-to-earth way of interacting made him more comfortable.

At this moment, Wen Yan shoved his screen in front of Lin Yu.

"Brother Lin, that report has been dug up again. The guy who wrote that article is really something else."

Lin Yu had his hands in his pockets as he scanned the malicious comments on the screen.

"The netizens' imagination is still too conservative," Lin Yu commented. "They've never seen a real mental patient."

He recalled his own five years, then thought about his younger sister's possessed appearance just now, thinking to himself that the Lin family's genes might indeed have something to them.

Wen Yan stood up and brushed the dust off his pants. "Are you really just going to watch? This is a global live stream; the situation is about to spiral out of control."

"Why control it?" Lin Yu asked back.

"The wind will always break the tallest tree in the forest," Wen Yan said, putting on the air of an experienced senior. "Too much hype makes it easy to be targeted."

"If the wind dares to blow, I'll just smash the fan," Lin Yu provided a physical-level solution.

Wen Yan choked. This conversation was completely impossible to continue.

"With my current strength, it's enough for her to walk sideways in this world," Lin Yu added. "Whether she walks vertically, upside down, or even does a Thomas flare while walking, no one can stop her."

As long as she wasn't completely dead, he could even pull her back!

The confidence of a cheater was just that dull and uninteresting.

Lin Yu had not only broken through his Origin Rank, but he also held a freakish skill with a Trillion-fold Amplification. A mere arena in the Organization really couldn't stir any nervousness in him.

"Fine, you're the boss, you call the shots." Wen Yan put away his phone. "Want to go inside and watch from a VIP spot?"

"Let's go," Lin Yu spat out a single word.

The two looked at the contestant passage ahead, which was packed like a sardine can. Countless reporters were rushing in with microphones while security personnel, drenched in sweat, pulled up cordons to block them.

"That way is blocked." Wen Yan pointed in the opposite direction. "Follow me, we'll take the reserved special passage."

The two turned and walked toward the dimly lit corridor on the other side.

Two fully armed security guards blocked the end of the corridor. "Sorry, the area ahead is fully locked down. Unauthorized personnel, retreat immediately!"

Wen Yan pulled out a pure black metal card and waved it before the security guards' eyes. A blood-red Fangs totem was printed on the card.

The security guards snapped to attention, cold sweat dripping from their foreheads onto the floor. They immediately stepped back two paces and bowed ninety degrees to let them pass.

A green light flashed, and the heavy metal door slid open silently.

The interior was a top-tier viewing box surrounded by panoramic one-way glass. The clamor of the entire arena was completely isolated outside.

Lin Yu walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the boiling venue below. The hundred thousand seats were completely filled, with glow sticks and support signs waving into a sea of light—most of which, of course, bore Yan Pojun's name.

"I knew Yan Pojun played matches before, but I didn't expect his popularity to be this high." Wen Yan slumped onto a leather sofa and reached for an iced cola on the table, popping the tab.

Lin Yu didn't respond, his gaze locked onto the center of the field.

The contestant waiting area.

The 142-person battle royale lineup crowded the spacious waiting area to the brim.

In a corner, Yan Pojun had his arms crossed, eyes closed as he rested. A three-meter diameter vacuum zone had automatically cleared around him.

No one dared to approach this Military God of Slaughter.

Yan Pojun's phone vibrated wildly in his tactical pocket. He pulled out the device; push notifications were popping up one after another on the screen.

【Shocking! Military God of Slaughter enters the field to slaughter noobs!】

【A once-in-a-century encounter! Yan Pojun battles a mentally ill girl!】

Yan Pojun pressed his throbbing temples. The development of events had completely escaped his control.

He had originally just been drinking tea in the lounge when he heard that some newcomer who didn't know the heights of the heavens wanted to fight many alone, and had even signed Zhao Tianyang as a guarantor.

He had already found Zhao Tianyang's arrogance distasteful and wanted to take the opportunity to educate this arrogant newcomer.

This was called a senior's concern.

In the end, those profit-seeking capitalists at the Organization had turned this into a city-wide hot search. Now he couldn't even withdraw from the match; he was completely caught between a rock and a hard place.

The key was that this wasn't honorable; the opponent was a little girl. Winning wouldn't bring him any credit, and losing would be a massive embarrassment.

What was he supposed to do?

"These media people, sooner or later I'll send them all to the front lines to dig trenches," Yan Pojun cursed under his breath.

Cursing aside, he clicked on the comment section, looking at a screen full of "God Yan is awesome," "God Yan is mighty," and "The legend of six years of undefeated returns."

Yan Pojun unconsciously straightened his back.

Six years. He had left the public eye for a full six years. These netizens actually still remembered his prestigious name.

It seemed the territory he had carved out back then was very stable. This feeling of being revered by ten thousand people really made his whole body feel refreshed.

Yan Pojun put down his phone and picked up the thermos next to him, taking a sip of scalding hot goji berry water. Maintaining health was an old veteran's final stubbornness.

He recalled his six years of military life.

When he first enlisted, he was a guy with his nose in the air. Carrying the title of the undefeated myth of the Organization, he was incredibly arrogant every day.

Then he was assigned to a special operations unit.

There, he witnessed true monsters.

The most terrifying was that special operations team codenamed 'Fangs'.

They weren't human at all. They were a group of nuclear weapons wearing human skin.

Yan Pojun had once witnessed a peripheral member of Fangs flatten an A-rank war zone within ten minutes. Meanwhile, back then, he couldn't even cut down the gatekeeper monster of that war zone.

That Fangs member later sparred with him and used only one finger to press his entire body into half a meter of mud, making it impossible for him to pull himself out.

A full two days later, after crawling out in a pathetic state, Yan Pojun never dared to be arrogant again.