Across from him, Evan Lin sat in his chair, not even glancing at Wild Dog as he walked over.
Wild Dog was powerfully built, his face twisted and menacing.
Everyone in Brightsea City knew how strong Imperial Grand's security was, but Wild Dog could take on five of their guards at once—that said it all.
"What, are you so scared you've gone stupid? Not even trying to run, just sitting there waiting to get beaten?"
"Looks like Big Tank is getting more useless by the day. Can't fight himself, and now even his new recruit is just dead weight. SK Bar isn't a place for freeloaders." Sunny Zhou sneered, looking over at Evan Lin.
Wild Dog was nearly upon him, towering over Evan Lin. He lifted his leg and launched a side kick, swift and decisive, slicing through the air straight at Evan's head.
If that kick landed, it would be death or crippling injury.
Evan Lin's face remained blank. As Wild Dog's kick closed in, he raised his left hand.
"You really think you can block it with your hand? Dumbass. Wild Dog's kick could snap your bones!" Sunny Zhou smirked coldly at the sight.
But in the next second, instead of Evan Lin being kicked flying, he was still sitting there, steady as ever.
Impossible!
Sunny Zhou's expression changed. His eyes widened as he stared at the scene before him.
Evan Lin's left hand pinched Wild Dog's right shin between two fingers. Wild Dog's leg was only five centimeters from Evan's face, but that tiny gap felt like an uncrossable chasm—he couldn't get any closer!
"Let go!" Wild Dog was stunned and instinctively tried to yank his leg free, but failed. Seeing Evan Lin's calm, almost bored expression, he flew into a rage.
"Bastard! I'm gonna ruin you!"
Wild Dog roared, stomped his left foot, and launched himself into the air. Spinning 180 degrees, he swung his left leg at Evan Lin's head.
Who gave you the guts?
Evan Lin spoke slowly, his gaze sharp as a blade. Suddenly, he stood up, grabbed Wild Dog's right leg with his left hand, and in midair snatched his left leg with his right hand. Evan spun Wild Dog around in a circle, then let go, sending him flying. Stepping forward, Evan stomped on Wild Dog's chest before he hit the ground, booting him straight off the second floor.
Wild Dog sailed off the second floor and crashed down onto the first, smashing right into a table and chairs with a deafening bang.
Wild Dog lay sprawled on the ground, coughing up blood, his face twisted in disbelief.
He was a big guy, easily weighing at least two hundred pounds. For someone to just pick him up and swing him around like that was almost unheard of.
Sunny Zhou and the two women beside him froze, totally caught off guard.
The chorus of shocked cries from downstairs made it clear to Sunny Zhou: none of this was a dream.
Evan Lin dusted off his hands, picked up the wine glass from the table, and walked calmly over to Sunny Zhou. Without hesitation, he dumped the whole glass of wine right over Sunny's head.
"You want me to pour you a drink? You're not even qualified." Evan Lin stared Sunny Zhou down, unfazed by his suddenly twisted, furious face.
"You've flipped the sky!" Sunny Zhou slammed the table, sprang up, grabbed a chair, and tried to smash it over Evan Lin's head without a word.
"I'll kill your whole family!" Sunny Zhou roared. The two women beside him turned ghostly pale and scrambled away, terrified of getting caught in the crossfire.
Evan Lin tilted his body, easily dodging Sunny Zhou's attack with the chair.
Sunny Zhou's swing missed. In the instant his old strength faded and new strength hadn't come, Evan Lin stepped in, raised his left hand, and slapped Sunny Zhou across the face—clean and crisp.
Evan Lin's backhand landed mercilessly on Sunny Zhou's face. The slap left Sunny dazed, stumbling several steps as he lost his balance.
The burning pain on Sunny Zhou's face reminded him this was no dream.
He'd actually been slapped by Big Tank's new lackey—the guy everyone thought was a useless idiot?
How could he just let this slide?
Finger marks stood out on Sunny Zhou's cheek. He whipped his head around and glared at Evan Lin, veins bulging, looking like a furious lion.
Good! Very good!
You actually dared to hit me!
Sunny Zhou spoke through clenched teeth, his voice tinged with madness.
Who are you? Why shouldn't I hit you? Evan Lin's eyes stayed calm, unchanged from start to finish.
In this world, there's no one Evan 'Nine Mysteries' Lin doesn't dare to strike. Not just hit—if I wanted to kill you myself, what could you do about it?
Evan Lin's tone was cool, his words radiating absolute dominance.
Footsteps thundered from downstairs as more than a dozen security guards stormed up.
Brother Sunny!
Take this punk out!
The guards quickly closed in, forming a ring around Evan Lin. He stood his ground, glancing around without a trace of fear.
Still talking about killing me? Big words! Sunny Zhou glared at Evan Lin, his voice icy. 'On my turf, you're the first to ever lay hands on my crew!'
But I'll make you understand: being young and cocky isn't a good thing. You're gonna pay for what you did!
Sunny Zhou practically shouted the rest.
Howard Zhou glanced over. Just now, Evan Lin had tossed Wild Dog off the second floor, and Howard's own face stung with second-hand embarrassment.
His brother's underling had just been wrecked by Summer Mu's so-called cheap friend. Howard couldn't help feeling humiliated.
"Summer, your cheap friend is nuts! Not only did he beat up Wild Dog, he poured wine all over Sunny Zhou and slapped him too. Damn, is he really that savage?" A nearby guy stared in shock.
As soon as he said it, Howard Zhou's face twitched. He'd just been bragging about his brother, and now he'd been slapped down hard—total humiliation.
Renee Qiu's eyes widened, still in shock from what she'd just seen. Summer Mu felt a mix of emotions.
Evan Lin had beaten Wild Dog and slapped Sunny Zhou. It should've vented Summer's anger, but now things weren't looking good for Evan at all.
Summer Mu couldn't help worrying. He shuffled his feet but didn't dare step up—Sunny Zhou wasn't someone you could just mess with.
So what if he's fierce? He hit my brother, and my brother won't let it slide! I guarantee that punk won't walk out of SK Bar in one piece tonight! Howard Zhou's voice was icy as he lifted his chin.
There's over a dozen guys surrounding that kid. What, is he Superman or something?
They say a wild flurry of fists can take down even a master. That kid's at best a junior master!