The long glass table shattered with a thunderous crash in front of everyone.
Broken shards of glass fell to the floor, mixing with spilled liquor—one glance revealed utter devastation.
Sitting across from Evan Lin, Brother Cannon’s face twitched, his whole body shuddered, and even his heart felt numb with fear.
This scene was simply beyond belief.
He hadn’t even seen this kid make any obvious effort.
Just a casual flick of his finger?
If that kind of force landed on someone’s body, could they even survive?
Thinking of this, huge beads of sweat rolled down Brother Cannon’s forehead and slid along his cheeks.
Beside him, the crowd who had just been clamoring to challenge Evan Lin exchanged glances—now their faces were full of embarrassment and shock, and their eyes brimmed with panic.
This was way beyond anything they expected. None of them thought they’d dare to rush forward now.
Even though they had the numbers, it didn’t matter—anyone who could shatter a whole table with his pinky was way out of their league.
"So, still thinking about it?"
Evan Lin glanced at Brother Cannon, leaning back on the sofa, his expression relaxed as he looked over.
"Really... there's no more room for discussion?"
Brother Cannon’s tone was strained as he stared straight at Evan Lin, as if trying to burn the kid’s face into his memory.
"No."
Evan Lin shook his head: "There are only two paths in front of you."
"Either do as I say, or let me help you do as I say."
His words were calm, leaving absolutely no room for negotiation.
Evan Lin wasn’t in a hurry; he just sat there, watching Brother Cannon.
His gaze was indifferent, full of disdain.
"Brother Cannon..."
Someone beside him called out softly.
Everyone around Brother Cannon was watching him, waiting for his response.
If they really had to charge forward, not a single one of them had the guts.
Once the group lost heart, the team was impossible to lead.
Brother Cannon’s face kept shifting, uncertain and troubled.
"Xiao Yi, maybe we should..."
Hank Chu, seeing the situation go south, spoke up, hoping to calm things down.
Even though Evan Lin had the upper hand now, he’d already crushed this group on a psychological level.
But even a rabbit will bite when cornered, and a dog will jump over a wall when desperate.
If Brother Cannon really got pushed too far, Hank Chu worried he might do something totally crazy.
"Just sit tight."
Evan Lin didn’t even look at Hank Chu, just tossed out four words.
Not backing down an inch.
No fear at all, and not even the slightest intention to leave room for future reconciliation.
The Evan Lin facing Brother Cannon now wasn’t the polite guy who’d just walked in, agreeing to everything. Now he seemed more like a black hole, ready to devour everyone in the room.
Powerful, fearless, aggressive—yet everything he did was perfectly reasonable.
"You’ve got at most one minute to think this over. If you can’t figure it out, I’ll help you."
Evan Lin gave Brother Cannon a faint smile: "Trust me, refusing will be a lot more tragic than accepting."
It was just a plain sentence, with no hint of anger.
But somehow, it made Brother Cannon’s stress skyrocket.
He went silent, staring at Evan Lin, his mind still struggling. He thought about attacking the kid several times, but in the end, reason won out.
The thirty-plus security guards flattened in the middle of the dance floor were proof enough.
Brother Cannon could act tough for the sake of his pride, even if it meant getting beaten like a pig. But when he heard Evan Lin say ‘tragic,’ it shattered his last line of defense.
"I admit defeat."
Brother Cannon stood up, gave Evan Lin a long, deep look, and took a few big breaths to steady himself.
"Brother Cannon!"
All the men beside him turned pale.
They looked at Brother Cannon, feeling humiliated, but not one of them dared to stand up for him now.
Everyone knew that, in front of this teenager, any words were just empty and powerless.
None of them were willing to risk their lives for Brother Cannon.
Self-preservation always came first.
They bullied the weak and feared the strong.
That was their default setting.
"Go ahead."
Evan Lin nodded, not saying another word.
Brother Cannon walked over to where Hank Chu was sitting in the booth.
"What happened before was all my fault, Brother Cannon wasn’t acting right. I hope you can be the bigger man and forgive me."
"This kneel, this kowtow, counts as my apology to you."
Brother Cannon dropped to his knees and gave Hank Chu a full kowtow.
Bang.
The kowtow landed hard.
Will Han, sitting next to Hank Chu, turned pale with fright—he’d never seen anything like this before.
Guys like him were always the ones getting bullied, never the ones being apologized to.
And the closer Brother Cannon got, the more intense Will Han’s nervousness became.
"It’s... it’s fine, I... I was at fault too... I..."
Hank Chu was tongue-tied, staring at Brother Cannon still kneeling, unsure whether to help him up or not. All he could do was glance over at Evan Lin.
"Get up."
Evan Lin gave the order, and only then did Brother Cannon dare to stand.
"There's still one slap left."
Brother Cannon stood in front of Hank Chu, leaned his face in, and closed his eyes: "Go ahead!"
He spoke, but Hank Chu froze, still unable to bring himself to do it.
"Maybe we should just stop here... Xiao Yi..."
Hank Chu looked to Evan Lin for help, almost pleading.
"Han, when I tell you to do it, you do it."
Evan Lin shook his head: "Think about how he treated you before."
After speaking, Evan Lin saw Hank Chu still hesitating, unable to make a move.
"Hit him."
Evan Lin barked out the command.
Hank Chu gritted his teeth and finally let his palm fly.
Slap!
The slap landed right on Brother Cannon’s face.
It sounded loud, but he hadn’t really used much force.
All bark, no bite.
Even so, a red handprint appeared on half of Brother Cannon’s face.
"Here’s thirty thousand, plus another five thousand for the interest."
Evan Lin took out thirty-five thousand and tossed it on the floor.
Then he looked at Brother Cannon, still standing there with the mark on his face: "This ends here."
"It ends here." Brother Cannon nodded, not daring to argue.
"Alright, it’s over. Time to go."
Evan Lin stood up and left with Hank Chu and Will Han.
The bar’s staff respectfully cleared a path—no one dared block their way.
As soon as they left...
"Brother Cannon, we’re just letting it go like this?" The guy who hadn’t dared speak up before finally piped up, looking at the thirty-five thousand on the table. "That kid was mocking us! What’s with the extra five thousand?"
Brother Cannon stared at the scattered money, his expression shifting several times before he took a deep breath: "Thirty thousand is what he owed me. The extra five thousand is an advance for next time’s medical bills."
"It’s a warning."
"Who knows where this dragon came from."
He finished, still feeling shaken by everything that had just happened.
The others didn’t realize just how much Evan Lin’s gaze had made Brother Cannon’s soul tremble.
It was like a mortal facing a dragon—nothing left but awe and waiting to be slaughtered, not a chance to fight back.