"You really want to make a move!"
As soon as Evan Lin spoke, Pam Xu's face changed instantly and she reflexively stepped half a pace back.
The moment she retreated, Evan was already moving forward, fist clenched, advancing straight ahead.
"Xiao Yi!"
Joy Zheng saw Evan make a move and jumped in fright.
She was afraid that if Evan threw a few punches, he might kill Pam Xu outright. If that happened, Evan would really be in trouble, and that was the last thing Joy wanted to see.
The other rich wives who were close with Pam Xu also retreated repeatedly, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire.
In the next instant, Evan unleashed a flurry of punches, each one landing solidly on Pam Xu's face, his fists raining down like a violent storm.
Bang, bang, bang.
A series of dull thuds echoed through the room, mixed with Pam Xu's muffled groans.
In everyone's eyes, Pam Xu's head looked like a roly-poly toy: Evan Lin punched it one way, and it bounced right back, ready to take the next hit.
Evan's fists fell like a sudden rain, each strike landing with pinpoint precision. The watching wives were frozen with fear, but what puzzled them most was that, despite taking so many punches, Pam Xu was still standing firmly in place and hadn't been knocked away.
"A long-tongued shrew, flaunting the Zheng family's prestige in front of me? You must have been kicked in the head by a donkey."
Evan let out a cold laugh.
He made sure his punches wouldn't kill Pam Xu, or even cause much pain; every blow landed perfectly on the muscles of her face, his force penetrating to reshape her features.
It all took less than five minutes.
When Evan finally stopped, and everyone looked at the battered Pam Xu again, their hearts skipped a beat in shock.
"Who is that?"
"I... I don't recognize her."
"So ugly, she looks just like a pig..."
A few of the rich wives widened their eyes and stared hard.
In their eyes, Pam Xu's face—which was never attractive to begin with—had now been completely transformed. Her cheeks were even flatter than before, and her nose and eyes bulged out, making her look exactly like an old sow.
"You!"
Pam Xu's entire face was numb. It took her a long moment to come to her senses. She raised a trembling finger and pointed at Evan Lin, but before she could say a word, Evan planted a foot on her chest.
Pam only felt a heavy pressure on her chest. As a wave of force hit, she couldn't help but fall backward, landing squarely on the sofa behind her.
"Since your mouth is so foul, let me give you something to go with it."
Evan snorted, then flicked his foot to kick off Pam Xu's high heel. With a subtle gesture, he sent the shoe spinning into the air, and with a single finger, directed it to shoot toward Pam Xu in full view of everyone.
Thud!
Pam Xu happened to have her mouth open to speak, but the high heel flew straight in and jammed her mouth tightly shut.
"Mmmph!"
Pam Xu's eyes bulged as the foul stench filled her mouth, but no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't spit out the high heel. She looked utterly miserable.
The people around her felt a wave of disgust at Pam Xu's appearance. When they looked at Evan Lin, their eyes were now filled with shock and uncertainty.
After that combo, Pam Xu was beaten into a pig head. The wives were secretly stunned, thinking Evan must have swollen her face with his fists.
"Any of you want to try it too?"
Evan turned to look at the others.
The moment Evan's gaze swept over them, the once-arrogant women all turned pale and bolted for the door, terrified he'd grab them and turn them into pig heads too.
"Mom, it's fine now. Want to go for a walk?"
Evan turned to Joy Zheng and smiled.
"She... she won't be seriously hurt, right?"
Seeing Pam Xu with a high heel stuck in her mouth, Joy Zheng couldn't help feeling worried.
"She won't die."
Evan shook his head. Claire Zheng nodded from the side, "Jiayun, you take him out for a walk first. I'll arrange for my sister-in-law to go to the hospital."
Hearing this, Joy Zheng sighed and could only nod.
Outside, walking in the Zheng family estate, Joy Zheng glanced at Evan Lin, still worried. "You just hit Pam Xu, but she has an adopted son who's supposedly very skilled."
"What happened just now was her fault, but you shouldn't have hit her so hard."
Joy spoke softly, her brows still furrowed with worry.
"It's fine, Mom. That woman's mouth needed a lesson. As for her supposedly powerful adopted son, that's no problem at all. No matter how tough he is, I can settle him with one punch."
Evan smiled with absolute confidence.
Seeing Joy Zheng still anxious, Evan thought for a moment and continued, "If you're really worried, I can always invite my master."
"He's in Oceanport right now, and his abilities are beyond anything these people can imagine. No matter what trouble comes up, he can handle it easily."
Hearing Evan's words, Joy Zheng finally relaxed a little.
"Your master is a wandering expert. Last time he gave me so many pills—I still haven't properly thanked him. If there's a chance, we should invite him for a meal."
In Joy Zheng's mind, Evan's master was his greatest support. If he appeared, most problems would be much easier to handle, and at least Evan's safety would be assured.
"That's true, but Mom still hopes you won't cause any trouble these next few days. Once your grandparents return from Mount Wutai, things at home will be much easier to deal with."
When Joy mentioned this, her eyes grew complicated.
"By the way, Mom, have you been taking the Small Foundation-Cultivating Pills I gave you?"
Evan glanced at Joy Zheng and suddenly asked.
"Yes, I've been taking them on schedule." Joy's heart skipped a beat, but she still nodded.
"Taking? Taking what, Aunt Zheng? Is there something tasty again? Can I have some too? I don't have any major flaws—just a greedy mouth."
A voice full of anticipation sounded from the side.
Hearing this, Joy Zheng's face changed instantly. Evan noticed her emotional shift and frowned slightly, turning to look.
He saw four people approaching—two men and two women.
The speaker was a man of about twenty, with a gloomy look. Right now, his eyes were fixed on Joy Zheng, burning with a greedy intensity as if waiting for something.