"Eh! Aren't those the two luxury sedans from before? Why have they come back again?"

"They drove into the old street, could it be they are here to buy something?"

"I heard there's a beauty in the cars, let's go take a look."

Thus, many people, driven by curiosity, went to see for themselves.

When it came to beauties, they always had an inexplicable curiosity, as if to see just how beautiful she was.

Elsewhere, after driving into the old street, Lin Yifan quickly arrived in front of Fatty Hui's house.

Fatty Hui's family ran a billiards hall, with several billiard tables on the first floor; it was often frequented by gangsters from society and middle schoolers and high schoolers who had lost interest in studying and had been led astray.

Now, it was evening, and additionally, it was the weekend, so there were lots of young men from society playing pool.

Lin Yifan parked the car, then unbuckled his seatbelt, ready to grab his cue stick and get out to teach his old enemy, Fatty Hui, a lesson.

Seeing the two luxury cars parked at the entrance, the young men playing pool stopped their actions and curiously looked over.

They were eager to see if the newcomers were there to play pool or to look for trouble. Besides that, they wanted to identify who it was that drove the luxury cars.

"Click!"

The car door opened, and then a foot clad in black leather shoes stepped out.

It was solid and forceful, clanking and imposing, not looking like someone to be trifled with.

Afterward, a tall man dressed in a suit and looking dignified stepped out from the car.

He was dragging a wooden stick, his face cold and his presence dominating, seemingly there to cause trouble.

The wooden stick scraped against the ground, producing a scratchy sound, which, combined with the man's murderous expression, made the billiards hall's young men inadvertently afraid.

However, they were many and felt fearless in their numbers.

Some of those playing billiards were Fatty Hui's underlings, while others were unrelated bystanders.

So, when they saw someone carrying a wooden stick approaching to stir up trouble, Fatty Hui's underlings couldn't just watch; they each grabbed long cue sticks to confront Lin Yifan, shouting, "Kid! Which gang are you with? Do you know whose turf this is? Are you looking for death?"

Lin Yifan immediately cast a glare at one of the men who was parading around with a cue stick on his shoulder, his button-up shirt wide open and his long hair exuding arrogance, staring intently.

Confronted with that terrifying gaze, the boastful and arrogant man suddenly felt chills, as if staring at a demon.

Just as he was about to shout again, a brownish-yellow stick flew through the air and struck him hard on the side of his back.

"Bang!"

He let out a cry of pain and then collapsed to the ground.

Lin Yifan was too fast, unbelievably so, so fast that the naked eye could hardly see his movement.

The man's comrades beside him were completely dumbfounded; they hadn't even seen Lin Yifan make a move before their brother was already down, which was extremely shocking.

Now they realized they had come across a tough nut to crack.

However, adhering to the principle that there's strength in numbers, they mustered courage to avenge their fallen brother.

"Fucking bastard, dare to hit our brother, go to hell!"

Cursing under their breath, they raised their pool cues and, with malevolent expressions, swung them at Lin Yifan's head.

Watching this scene unfold, a slight smirk curled Lin Yifan's lips as he let out a cold laugh, his face full of disdain; then, with a light flick of his right hand, he instantly sent those who were at the forefront flying; afterward, he continued on, cue stick in hand, striking down each small-time thug in his path.

The bystanders in the billiards hall, who had nothing to do with the conflict, were filled with astonishment; they hadn't expected the man who had come to cause trouble to be so outstanding, taking on more than a dozen people without being at a disadvantage and doing so effortlessly, as if without breaking a sweat.

"Holy shit! That's so twisted."

"Who is this guy? How come I've never heard of such a figure in Qingshi Town?"

"Maybe he's from a neighboring town, or from the city."

...

The billiard hall was abuzz with discussion, and the residents who came to see the beauty outside were also talking animatedly. They were so captivated by what was happening inside the billiard hall that they had no time to look at the beauty.

"So the owner of the luxury car came to find Fat Hui."

"What on earth did Fat Hui do to have people come to his doorstep like this?"

"Who knows, if you hang around the river long enough, you're going to get wet, right? With so many bad deeds, he was bound to incur divine wrath eventually."

"Shh! Keep it down. If one of Fat Hui's guys hears you, you're going to be in trouble again."

"It's such a relief! Finally, someone has taken action to teach these bastards a lesson."

"Why does the man who took action look a bit familiar to me? Have I seen him somewhere before?"

The crowd of onlookers grew, and the volume of their discussions increased.

Zhou Jiajia and the others in the car watched Lin Yifan fight the bad guys like they were watching a movie, continuously cheering him on.

On the other side, inside the billiard hall, Lin Yifan effortlessly took down thirteen of Fat Hui's underlings.

At that moment, the ground was filled with wails of agony. The thirteen underlings, as if they had seen the devil, kept retreating in pain and dared not provoke this demon in front of them again.

After dealing with those thirteen underlings, Fat Hui happened to come downstairs.

Fat Hui was seen embracing a tattooed redhead woman, with a toothpick in his mouth, seemingly having just finished a meal.

Behind him, there was a group of underlings, all wielding machetes, looking fierce and malevolent as if they meant harm.

"Who's got the guts to mess up my Fat Hui's turf?" Fat Hui asked casually as he walked down, seemingly not at all afraid.

He had been tipped off during the fight; so, he knew something was going down on the first floor.

"It was me!" Lin Yifan replied calmly, not at all panicked or afraid.

Upon hearing this, Fat Hui looked over, his gaze suddenly solidifying as though he had seen someone familiar, but he couldn't be too sure, so he asked curiously, "What's your surname and name, and why are you smashing up my place?"

"I'm Lin Yifan, and I'm here for revenge for my parents," replied Lin Yifan expressionlessly.

At the mention of that name, many of the onlookers had a moment of realization.

That's because Lin Yifan was the son of Lin Tianwen and his wife, who had been humiliated by Fat Hui just a few days ago, and it was only natural for their son to come and wreck the place in revenge for his parents.

However, the current attire, status, and strength of Lin Yifan made it difficult for them to associate him with the poor family from Lin Family Village.

"How could Lin Tianwen have such a wealthy son? Wasn't it said that he went to join the army?"

"You can tell you don't get out much. Lin Tianwen's son has already returned from the army. It's just that because he had to raise money for Lin Tianwen's medical treatment, he went to the provincial capital to work and earn money not long after."

"I see, but why is he so wealthy? Could it be that he married into a rich family?"

"Nine out of ten, that's the case. Didn't you see the beauties in the luxury car?"

"This lucky poor boy actually caught the eye of the rich young lady. Why doesn't my son have that kind of fortune?"

"Because your son isn't dumb enough."

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