"Queenie, do you know him?"
Rena Luo glanced at Queenie Tong, then at Evan Lin standing nearby, her face showing a hint of surprise.
Although she hadn't been in touch with Queenie for a long time, Rena knew her personality well. Unless it was a close female friend, Queenie always kept boys at arm's length. As for Evan Lin—who, at first glance, looked just a bit fairer than other guys his age—Rena couldn't sense anything special about him.
He didn't have the arrogance of those rich kids at all—in fact, Evan Lin just seemed like a regular guy to her.
But the way Evan Lin faced Gavin and Clark Luo so calmly made Rena look at him with newfound respect.
"He's... my friend!"
Queenie hesitated for a moment, but still introduced Evan as her friend.
If Queenie had said Evan was the miracle doctor who saved her sister, no matter whether Rena and the others believed it, it would've led to a lot of extra questions.
Besides, Queenie didn't want Evan to attract too much attention—especially not from Rena Luo.
"Your friend?"
Hearing Queenie's words, Gavin Luo raised his eyebrows slightly.
Several people nearby now looked at Evan Lin with surprise and curiosity.
"That's fine—if you're Rena's friend, then you're my friend too. And if he's your friend, that makes him my friend as well. Hey, bro, it's our first time meeting—how about a handshake?"
Gavin Luo wore a smile, but there was a cold edge to it.
He walked over to Evan Lin, reached out his hand, and held it out in front of him.
"You're out of line. Rena's my friend, but you're not."
Seeing Gavin's unfriendly approach, Queenie glared at him, stepped forward to shield Evan, and placed her hand on Evan's right hand.
Gavin Luo looked much more muscular than Evan Lin, and Queenie couldn't quite figure out his background—she was worried Evan might get hurt.
"Hiding behind a girl—what kind of skill is that?"
Clark Luo sneered from the side.
As soon as Clark spoke, several others looked at Evan Lin with obvious contempt.
"Forget it, let's not ruin the mood over this."
"Since he's Queenie's friend, let's drop it. Besides, Rena used to be the president of the taekwondo club—she's no pushover. And her brother's built like a tank, so he must be strong too."
A few people chimed in, their words still full of mockery.
"Tch, boring. But since everyone says so, I guess I'll let it go..."
Gavin Luo only got halfway through his sentence, still plotting to teach Evan a lesson later.
But Evan Lin, who was shielded tightly behind Queenie, suddenly held out his right hand.
Everyone froze at Evan's unexpected action.
"You're not worthy to shake my hand. But if you want to play, I guess I'll humor you."
Evan Lin's face was indifferent: "Right now, I'm holding out one finger. You have five minutes. If you can make my finger move even a little, you win."
"If you can't, you lose."
"If you lose, get out now."
As Evan finished speaking, he slowly extended his right pinky finger.
"Right hand, pinky finger!"
"Oh my god, is this guy crazy or what?"
Hearing Evan's words and seeing that pinky sticking out, several people's faces changed instantly.
Queenie's pretty face turned anxious—she wanted to stop him, but Evan calmed her down.
Clark Luo saw this and gave a weird smile: "You seriously have no idea what you're doing."
"Let me tell you—Gavin's been training in martial arts since he was a kid. His strength is way beyond what you can imagine. That pinky of yours... you sure you don't want it anymore?"
"Just apologize to my brother. For Queenie's sake, I promise he won't do anything to you."
Rena Luo stepped forward, frowning—her gaze landed on Evan Lin, hoping he'd back down.
They were out on a mission, and if not for the class reunion being such a good cover, Rena and her brothers probably wouldn't even be here.
"No need. Go ahead."
Evan Lin's expression was utterly calm. He crooked his pinky at Gavin Luo: "Show me, Mr. Martial Arts—let's see how strong you really are."
"You're asking for it!"
Gavin's face changed dramatically. Without another word, he lunged forward, grabbing Evan's seemingly fragile pinky in his thick palm.
Queenie's face paled, her eyes full of worry.
Rena Luo gave a cold laugh, thinking Evan was way too arrogant.
Clark Luo looked amused, while the two BMW guys watched Evan with growing pity.
"I'm going to watch you kneel and beg for mercy!"
Gavin's face twisted with rage. He squeezed Evan's pinky and suddenly tried to force it down toward the floor.
He meant to snap Evan's pinky right then and there.
But to his shock, Gavin froze, eyes wide in disbelief.
"What's wrong? Put some muscle into it—break his pinky! There's a hospital right next door, so do it clean and quick. Let him go get it reattached." Clark Luo said, seeing Gavin's hand unmoving.
The BMW guys felt the atmosphere turn weird, and even Rena Luo started to feel uneasy.
"No way... I can't move it!"
Gavin's face changed again. He gritted his teeth and tried even harder, but no matter how much strength he poured in, he couldn't budge Evan's finger at all.
The pinky trapped in his palm was like a stubborn rock in a raging river—steady as a mountain, totally unmoving!
"Break!"
Gavin roared, veins bulging on his arm. From the side, it looked like he was still ramping up the pressure.
But Evan Lin's face stayed perfectly calm, not changing in the slightest.
The scene left Rena Luo and the others stunned.
"I'll kill you!"
Gavin's face turned grim. He took a deep breath, ready to unleash his inner strength.
But before he could, Evan Lin spoke up, cool as ever.
"Time's up. You lost."
"Get out."
Evan's tone was icy. He kicked out, landing a solid blow to Gavin's stomach, making him double over. Then Evan spun and kicked again, this time squarely in Gavin's face.
With a thunderous crash, Gavin was sent flying, smashing through the hotel's glass front door and tumbling down the steps.
As luck would have it, a black Honda was just pulling up outside—the bumper hit Gavin head-on, leaving him battered and gasping in pain.