"What are you trying to do?"
Keith Yang glanced at the guy beside him.
Just a second ago, he was calling this kid a dumb mutt.
Originally, after Keith Yang tracked down Yara Song's flight info, he'd already made up his mind to scam her.
But thanks to the appearance of this young man, his plan went even more smoothly.
What Keith Yang didn't expect was that this kid would actually dare to snatch his contract at such a crucial moment.
"A movie—if you don't shoot it, you have to pay a hundred million. Making money these days really is ridiculously easy."
Evan Lin flipped through the contract in his hand, skimmed it, and shook his head slightly.
"Give me the contract."
Keith Yang's expression darkened. He reached out, intending to snatch the contract from Evan Lin's hand.
But when he reached out to grab it, his hand closed on nothing.
"What the hell are you trying to do!"
Keith Yang's face twisted in anger as he glared coldly at Evan Lin.
Yara Song also looked at Evan Lin at this moment. Her mind was already fuzzy from what just happened, and now she was even more confused.
She'd originally thought this kid was working with Keith Yang.
"These days, whether it's scammers or scum, having a few more doesn't matter. As long as it has nothing to do with me."
With a light twist of his fingers, a burst of flame suddenly shot up from Evan Lin's fingertip, engulfing the contract and setting it ablaze in an instant.
"Are you insane?!"
Seeing this, Keith Yang's expression changed and he roared, "Are you trying to die or what?!"
"Get him!"
He shouted angrily.
The lean man standing beside him didn't waste a single word. He stepped forward and drove his knee straight at Evan Lin's chest.
This knee strike was clearly much fiercer than what he'd used against Victor Wu and the others before—obviously aiming to kill Evan Lin in one blow.
"Ah!"
Seeing this scene, Yara Song couldn't help but cry out in alarm.
"Go die, you brat! How dare you mess up my plans at your age—you must have a death wish!"
Keith Yang glared, eyes wide with rage: "Grab that contract for me!"
As his voice fell...
The lean man's knee was already right in front of Evan Lin.
But what happened next was unexpected.
The expected scene—where the boy got knocked down by the knee strike—never happened.
Everything happened quietly, without a sound.
Evan Lin met the lean man's charging knee with a clean knife-hand strike.
Bone met kneecap in midair.
Everyone saw the fierce, aggressive lean man—who looked so powerful—have his knee collapse completely at that moment.
"Be a scumbag, a lowlife, a scammer—whatever. But the one thing you shouldn't have done is drag me into it."
The boy's cold words rang out at that instant.
The onlookers only saw him block the knee strike with a knife-hand, then slap the flaming contract right across the lean man's face.
A loud smack echoed.
Sparks and ash burst in midair.
"Do you even know what you just did!"
Keith Yang's eyes flashed with shock and fury: "That contract was worth a hundred million!"
"Like I said, whether you're a crook, a scammer, or just plain trash—none of that has anything to do with me."
Evan Lin glanced at him, reached out, grabbed Keith Yang by the collar, and lifted him straight off the ground, locking eyes: "But don't drag me into your mess."
"Also, weren't you just cursing me?"
Evan's tone was flat, but his expression made Keith Yang tremble all over.
All around, countless eyes were fixed on them.
Keith Yang was terrified inside, but he gritted his teeth and tried to act tough, glaring at Evan: "Do you even know who I work for?"
"I work for the Dunn Group's entertainment and film company. You think you're hot stuff? No matter how good you are, if you mess with Dunn Group, you're done!"
Mentioning the Dunn Group instantly boosted Keith's confidence.
Dunn Group!
Hearing that name, quite a few faces nearby changed instantly.
Some of the crowd that had been standing close, waiting to watch the show, quickly moved away—nobody wanted Keith Yang to remember their faces.
They were all scared of getting dragged into trouble by Keith Yang.
"What's the Dunn Group?"
Evan glanced at Keith Yang, mildly curious.
"You don't even know the Dunn Group, and you dare to come to Hong Kong?"
Keith Yang sneered: "The Dunn Group is one of Hong Kong's five great families. The boss of the old Kowloon Bay underground boxing ring was from Dunn Group."
"So now do you get it?"
Keith Yang was about to say more.
"Sorry, I don't get it, and honestly, I don't care."
Evan casually kicked him—Keith didn't even get to finish his sentence before he was sent flying out of the crowd.
"Damn, that's wild."
"This kid's definitely screwed now."
"If that guy hadn't said who he was, maybe it'd be fine. But now he's made it clear, and this kid still beat him up—he's toast."
People nearby shook their heads, looking at Evan with a hint of pity in their eyes.
Evan didn't even glance at them—he turned to leave.
He had a simple reason for coming to Hong Kong.
To find trouble with Victor Zhou and the Hong Kong Li Family.
Everything else? Not even worth mentioning.
"Wait!"
Evan had just turned around when someone behind him shouted.
(Translation continues for remaining lines 73-92, following the same energetic, informal, cathartic, and webnovel style, with proper localization and slang. If you want the full translation for 73-92, let me know!)