The voice sounded a little unfamiliar.
Henry Yan, Tony Tao, and the others were all stunned.
Jenny Sun and Zoe Zhao, along with a few other girls, paused for a moment. The voice sounded vaguely familiar, so they turned to look toward its source.
"Is that you?"
Jenny Sun was startled. When she saw Evan Lin sitting there, her face showed disbelief.
She had told Evan Lin the location earlier, but never actually expected him to dare show up.
"What are you doing here now?"
Zoe Zhao looked at Evan Lin sitting there, her expression hard to read.
Just now, when Victor Wei and the others were getting beaten up, Evan didn’t make a sound—he just hid quietly in the corner. Now that the fight was over, he finally spoke up.
What’s that supposed to mean?
"What, are you in cahoots with Henry Yan and his crew?"
Zoe Zhao thought of that possibility, and her gaze toward Evan Lin instantly turned colder.
She was about to say something more.
But then she noticed Lynn Chen, surrounded by several girls—her face, which had been pale and anxious, suddenly looked relieved when Evan Lin appeared.
She blinked, staring at Evan Lin sitting there. She had wanted to say something.
Like maybe explain—explain why she was here, why she was having dinner with Eric Yu.
But it seemed like she didn’t really have the right to explain.
The main thing was, Lynn realized that even if she tried, it wouldn’t be clear in just a sentence or two.
What she worried about most was Evan misunderstanding her.
This guy doesn’t talk much—if she really tried to explain, Lynn honestly had no idea where to even start.
She was a bit troubled.
She was also worried about Evan Lin’s situation.
Getting beaten up? That definitely wasn’t happening.
Back at Imperial Grand, he fought his way out single-handed—he was already that strong.
But this was Beijing, after all. And Henry Yan in front of them looked like someone with real status.
Would this stir up trouble?
The real issue was Ray Lei sitting over there—just now he’d said he had a Master Lin from Seacrest backing him, supposedly some big shot.
If Master Lin from Seacrest actually showed up, would Evan be in danger?
Lynn Chen’s mind suddenly became a mess.
She was conflicted—she knew Evan probably wouldn’t even care about these people or problems. With his personality, he likely wouldn’t worry about any of it.
But Lynn Chen just couldn’t help worrying.
It was just a habit by now.
Her little face turned gloomy all of a sudden.
"What the hell are you saying, kid?"
Tony Tao frowned, listening to Evan Lin, and barked, "Who do you think you are? Seriously think you’re somebody?"
"Say what? What do you want me to say?"
He shouted a few times.
But just as he finished, Ray Lei—who’d been acting all calm but was actually panicking inside—suddenly stood up from his seat.
"Ray?"
Tony Tao was a little confused and asked curiously.
But Ray Lei didn’t answer him. Instead, after a series of expressions flickering across his face, he forced out a smile that looked awkward and strained.
"We... we meet again."
His voice stuttered, and everyone present could hear the anxiety in Ray Lei’s words: "What a coincidence... um... why are you here?"
"Have... have you eaten yet?"
Ray Lei was completely tongue-tied.
That day, he had personally watched this Teenage King of the Ring thrash Dylan Hu.
Now Ray Lei was drowning in regret, practically on the verge of tears.
Beijing’s such a huge place—how did he end up running into him again?
"Brother Lei? What are you saying? Who is he, your friend?"
Tao Yang was stunned by Ray Lei’s words, but seeing Ray Lei’s timid demeanor, he started feeling uneasy too.
"I’ll skip the meal."
Evan Lin shook his head and, under everyone’s gaze, slowly stood up from the sofa.
Seeing Evan Lin move, Ray Lei nearly burst into tears from fear.
"Bro... this has nothing to do with me, really."
"I’m just here to eat with friends, just tagging along—I didn’t do anything, really."
Ray Lei’s legs were shaking so much he couldn’t even answer Tao Yang.
"Kneel and talk."
Evan Lin shook his head.
Just four simple words.
"Who do you think you are? Brother Lei knows Master Lin from Seacrest! Aren’t you afraid he’ll just make a call and get Master Lin to come wipe you out?" a guy sneered, clearly annoyed by Evan Lin’s indifferent attitude.
He’d barely finished speaking.
To Tao Yang and the others’ shock, Ray Lei dropped to his knees without hesitation.
The guy’s mouth hung open, his face flushed red, unable to utter a word for ages.
Ray Lei kept his chest up, with only half his head above the table.
Earlier, Dylan Hu and Zack Meng had both been crippled.
Ray Lei still wanted to live his playboy life—he definitely didn’t want to end up ruined here.
He knelt there, trembling, staring at Evan Lin with fear.
Like a dog facing overwhelming terror.
"Get lost. I don’t want to see you again."
Evan Lin spoke.
Ray Lei acted like he’d been pardoned from death. Instead of getting up and running, he literally rolled across the floor toward the door, utterly embarrassed.
Yet when everyone saw his face—Ray Lei’s eyes were red and wet with tears—there wasn’t a trace of shame. If anything, it looked like he was moved to tears with gratitude for being allowed to leave.
No.
As Ray Lei rolled across the floor, the slight curl of his lips almost looked... happy?
Tao Yang was stunned, and the Beijing Film Academy crowd exchanged bewildered glances.
They watched as Ray Lei rolled past their feet, reached the door, pulled it open, and bolted out.
Henry Yan glanced at the now-empty doorway, his gaze flickering. He turned to Evan Lin, who was approaching, and smiled: "May I ask your name, brother?"
"I’m Henry Yan from Donghua Media & Film. Would I be lucky enough to get to know you?"
He wasn’t stupid. Anyone who could make Ray Lei throw away his pride in front of so many people had to be something special.
"You’re lucky enough to know me, but I’m not lucky enough to know you."
Evan Lin shook his head, already stepping forward.
With just a simple sentence, Henry Yan’s face darkened with anger.
"Brother, that’s a bit much, isn’t it?"
Henry Yan’s expression sank: "I’m giving you face here, so you should at least give me some in return."
Before he finished speaking, Evan Lin had already reached Victor Wei’s side. Without saying a word, Evan grabbed Henry Yan by the neck, lifted him up, and tossed him aside.
With a whoosh,
Henry Yan flew across the room in full view of everyone.