"No need! I'll go drink with you!"
Stella Huang didn't want to drag Evan Lin into this mess. Last time, when she went with Evan to the Triangular House, she saw how close he seemed with Second Brother Su. But now, with this Director Su in front of her, who was probably also a Su family member, she worried things would get complicated.
Second Brother Su was basically Su International Group's hands-off manager, the Su family's business card in Capitalview's commercial world. But since the director in front of her was also surnamed Su, Stella worried he might be a direct Su family member.
If Evan Lin got pulled into this, and Second Brother Su got involved, Evan would be stuck right in the middle, unable to please either side.
"Straightforward."
Director Victor Su nodded, actually giving a rare smile.
He stepped aside, clearing a path. Stella Huang took a deep breath and prepared to walk in.
Meanwhile, Evan Lin was busy demolishing the dishes in front of him. He picked up a piece of West Lake vinegar fish with his chopsticks, popped it in his mouth, chewed twice, then grabbed the last chunk of Dongpo pork and ate that too. Setting his chopsticks down, he picked up a napkin and wiped his mouth. Looking at the half-finished spread, Evan sighed.
"Seriously, can you guys stop buzzing around like flies? It's annoying. I just want to eat in peace, but you keep showing up looking for a beating. What's your problem?"
Evan Lin's voice wasn't quiet, and most people in the restaurant were already watching the scene unfold. No one else was talking, so his words landed loud and clear in everyone's ears.
"Who are you? Mind your own business and eat your own food!"
The fat guy's face darkened at Evan's words. He was big and heavy, and he stepped forward, glaring at Evan Lin with a predatory look.
In everyone's eyes, a slightly skinny teenager slowly stood up from his seat.
The plates and cups in front of him were a mess, showing he'd eaten quite a lot.
As the teen stood up, his posture straightened, black hair slightly tousled.
He picked up his water glass, tilted his head back, and took a sip.
"Are you deaf or something? Sit your ass back down!"
The fat guy saw Evan ignoring him and immediately looked annoyed.
"That's Stella Huang's little boyfriend! Last time, he said Su International Group was just a fart—back when we were drinking at Youth Voyage Bar. He crashed our party uninvited, and when I said I'd been hired by Su International, he called it a fart!"
Spotting Evan Lin, Leo Li's face twisted. He immediately turned to Director Victor Su and shouted, "Director Su, this kid doesn't respect our company at all!"
"Su International Group is just a fart? Then what does that make him?"
Director Victor Su was clearly getting angry.
These guys relied on their Su International Group status to act like big shots in Capitalview. Anywhere they went, people gave them face.
Hearing a high school kid talk big like that—of course it pissed him off.
Leo Li kept fanning the flames. Stella Huang wanted to explain, but nobody gave her the chance.
Nearby, Irene Xu's eyes lit up when she saw Evan Lin coming over, but Lynn Chen's expression grew complicated.
Lynn kept replaying Leo Li's words in her mind—Evan Lin is Stella Huang's little boyfriend.
It left her a little dazed and distracted.
"Just to clarify—I never said that."
Evan Lin set down his cup and walked over at a relaxed pace, speaking lightly.
"Never said it? Now you're scared? Too late for regrets!" Leo Li sneered. He'd exaggerated things himself, and now thought Evan was backing down.
"I thought you were tough, but I guess you're just a poser. Flip-flopping this fast? Lame." The fat guy snorted.
Director Victor Su waved impatiently. "Then get lost and stop ruining our meal."
"I may not have said 'Su International Group is just a fart,' but I totally agree with it."
Evan Lin walked forward, each step slow and steady. His voice was calm and unruffled, neither humble nor arrogant.
The people around were all shocked at Evan's words.
"Who is this kid? Daring to mess with Su International?" someone muttered, looking at Evan with surprise and suspicion.
"Maybe he's some rich kid from Capitalview. Otherwise, how would he have three beauties eating with him?" someone else whispered.
"What kind of rich kid would be dumb enough to go up against the Su family? Su International is their company, and Second Brother Su is on the board. That guy over there is Director Victor Su from HR—a pretty high-level manager. If you disrespect him, you're disrespecting Second Brother Su. This kid's just a hothead—he's going to get burned."
Many diners were now watching, their faces showing all kinds of reactions as they looked at the young man.
"What do you mean by that?"
Hearing Evan's words, the fat guy's face darkened. He rolled up his sleeves, reached out, and tried to shove Evan Lin.
The fat guy was bigger and taller than Evan Lin.
Seeing him step forward, Lynn Chen and the other girls looked calm—they all knew what Evan Lin could do.
But Lana Yu and Melissa Xu were clearly nervous.
Director Victor Su puffed himself up and said, "Little Fatty, don't worry about giving me face. I'll cover the medical bills. If he dares to treat Su International Group like a fart, show him how tough we are."
Hearing Director Su's words, the fat guy grinned wider, ready to shove Evan Lin to the ground.
Evan Lin kept his cool. As he walked up, he casually grabbed a glass bottle from the table and smashed it cleanly over the fat guy's head.
Crack!
The sound was crisp.
The glass bottle shattered instantly, blooming over the fat guy's head.
The fat man's heavy body collapsed to the floor, clutching his head and groaning in pain.
The sudden attack left Director Su and Leo Li pale-faced.
Before Leo Li could even turn to run, Evan Lin slapped him straight across the face, sending him flying.
"If you're going to act like a fart, at least own up to it. What, you think you can come at me with two nobodies and make a scene? Not happening."
Evan Lin pushed through the crowd, stepped in front of Director Su, and pressed his head down onto the floor.
Bang!
That was the sound of Director Su's forehead slamming into the ground.
The force was tremendous.
Cracks spread across the wooden floorboards.
Evan Lin squatted down, grabbed Director Su by the hair, and lifted his bloodied head off the floor, meeting his eyes with a calm expression.
"I say you're a fart. Any objections?"