Snap.
Evan Lin snapped his fingers.
Lily Zhong turned her head to look at Evan Lin. Hearing his words, her heart gave a faint jump.
Others might not know what kind of person Evan Lin really is, but Lily Zhong has some idea.
Hearing Evan mention letting his dog loose, Lily felt an inexplicable sense of security well up inside her.
Meanwhile, Jessica Jiang looked at Evan Lin as if he were an idiot.
Seriously? This guy says his 'dog' is just those street punks? What a joke. Besides, there’s not even a dog around here.
Jessica Jiang figured Lily Zhong must have a screw loose, and at the same time started to wonder if that thug's story might actually be true.
Maybe this kid really isn’t as simple as he looks—maybe he actually is a street punk.
Peter Pang couldn’t help but laugh: “Hey, you serious? You think this is a movie? Snap your fingers and someone comes to save you? If you’re so tough, why’d you get targeted in the first place?”
“Idiot. Jessica, Lily, let’s just ignore this guy.”
Peter Pang laughed out loud.
The lead thug grinned too. “You’re a real dumbass, I almost fell for it! Screw it, time to wake you up and show you what reality is!”
After saying that, the lead thug raised his hand, aiming to slap Evan Lin across the face.
But his hand had barely lifted, still hovering in midair, when he suddenly felt a sharp pain in his wrist.
“What the hell? Who is it?”
The lead punk felt his wrist grabbed. His expression changed, turning vicious as he whipped his head around, ready to see which idiot dared grab him at a time like this.
But as the thug turned his head, he found himself face-to-face with a fat man in sunglasses, his face just inches away.
The owner of that fat face was covered in rolls of flesh, a massive gold chain hanging from his neck. He wore a suit that didn’t match his vibe at all, looking both out of place and strangely intimidating.
At the same time, he saw behind that fat face two rows of burly men, all in black suits, black sunglasses, and black leather shoes.
Each of these burly men kept a straight face—you could tell at a glance they were well-trained. Compared to them, the punks looked like a bunch of sick chickens!
"Uh..."
The lead punk wanted to curse, but the words got stuck in his throat.
His underlings were frozen in place, all of them trembling.
“Didn’t you hear what my master just said?”
Big Tank’s jowls quivered as he spoke.
He’d barely made it halfway around the amusement park when he spotted a familiar silhouette. Sure enough, it was Evan Lin!
Big Tank was so startled, he hurried over, ready to suck up to Evan—but as he got close, he caught the whole scene.
The moment Evan snapped his fingers, Big Tank strode forward, grabbed the lead punk’s wrist, and glared fiercely at the guy in front of him.
“M-m-master? What master? Sir, what did I do to offend you?” The lead punk was scared stiff by Big Tank’s aura.
Big Tank doesn’t even bother with martial artists, but when it comes to these little punks, just his size alone is enough to scare them senseless.
Hearing Big Tank’s words, the lead punk was on the verge of tears.
Damn, this guy in front of me is on a whole different level!
“This is my master. He just told me to bite you. Sorry, kid, looks like you’re out of luck!”
Big Tank gave a cold laugh.
Everyone was stunned as soon as he finished speaking.
“You... you’re the ‘dog’ he was talking about? Hey, quit joking around!” Peter Pang had been snickering, but when he heard Big Tank, his face froze.
Are there really people fighting to be someone’s ‘dog’ these days?
And Big Tank—just look at him! With that air about him, he’s obviously a big shot!
Peter Pang’s mind went blank.
Before Peter Pang could finish, Big Tank whipped his head around, glaring viciously: “Damn it! If I say I’m my master’s dog, then I’m my master’s dog!”
His urgent tone made everyone freeze in place.
Lily Zhong’s face was full of complicated emotions. Jessica Jiang stared wide-eyed, mouth slightly agape, her mind blank as she turned to look at Evan Lin.
This time, seeing Evan Lin’s calm expression, their opinion of him had completely changed!
He was just like one of those legendary hidden masters—an unassuming big shot!
“Screw this! Boys, get them all!”
Big Tank roared.
The men in black suits immediately lifted their feet and started kicking the punks to the ground.
“Aaaah!”
Those punks usually just shook down high schoolers for pocket money, rode around on broken scooters, and showed off in front of kids.
They’d never run into men in black this tough before.
In an instant, chaos erupted.
The punks were pinned to the ground and beaten until they cried for their mothers, powerless to fight back.
“Wait, bro, I had nothing to do with this!” The lead punk’s legs went weak at the sight, almost collapsing as he looked pleadingly at Big Tank.
“Nothing to do with you? I saw you mouthing off to my master. If it’s not your fault, is it mine?” Big Tank glared at him.
“It was Peter Pang who sent us! He promised us five hundred each just to beat up this big shot!” The lead punk hesitated, then shouted in a miserable voice.
“You’re lying!”
Peter Pang’s face changed.
Jessica Jiang and Lily Zhong both looked at him, their gazes unfriendly.
“It wasn’t me! Don’t slander me—I don’t even know you!” Peter Pang tried to argue, but Big Tank couldn’t be bothered. He waved, and two men in black dragged Peter off and started beating him.