Roll down.
When Evan Lin said those three words, everyone around was visibly shocked.
One by one, they turned to look at Evan Lin and Keene No. 2 standing in the middle of the field, left completely speechless.
Keene No. 2 was the one who set the terms using the word 'roll' earlier—he probably never imagined he’d be the one losing.
“Don’t push it.”
Keene No. 2’s face darkened. “I’ve already admitted defeat—that’s giving you a lot of face. Don’t get greedy!”
“Yidong, talk to your friend. Tell him not to go overboard. He’s already won, so why make a fuss over something so trivial?” Victor Zhu stepped forward, trying to mediate.
“Yeah, Keene No. 2 wasn’t at his best tonight—he basically gave you a free pass. Both sides should just take a step back and let it go, right? Just give me this little bit of face.” Henry Zhu quickly stepped up too, looking at Evan Lin.
Of course, Victor Zhu and Henry Zhu had no intention of offending Keene No. 2. They were all part of the same circle—sooner or later, they’d have to see each other again.
“Give you face? Who do you think you are, asking me for face?”
Evan Lin glanced at Henry Zhu and spoke coldly.
As soon as he said that, Henry Zhu’s face turned ugly, but he didn’t dare say a word—his nose still hadn’t healed from last time.
“Are you rolling or not?”
Evan Lin stared at Keene No. 2 and repeated himself.
“You’ll regret this!”
Keene No. 2’s expression twisted, but before he could get another word out, Evan Lin planted a kick squarely in his chest and sent him flying.
The crowd watched in shock—Zheng Fuyi’s heart skipped a beat, and Brother Li’s face changed too. No one expected Evan Lin to be this gutsy.
“He must not know how powerful the Keene family is in Oceanport.”
Gavin Guan shook his head repeatedly, but Selina Wu seemed to have expected this all along.
Keene No. 2 was kicked into the mud, covered head to toe. Before he could struggle to his feet, Evan Lin stepped forward again—this kick was even harder than the last.
This kick landed squarely in Keene No. 2’s abdomen. He felt an unstoppable force explode through him, sending him tumbling down the winding mountain road behind.
He rolled farther and farther away, right in front of everyone’s eyes.
If Yvonne Zhu weren’t still holding an umbrella for Evan Lin, most of the rich heirs watching wouldn’t have let this chance to stand up for Keene No. 2 slip by. But with Yvonne openly backing Evan, they could only sigh inwardly, sympathizing with Keene No. 2 but not daring to speak up—no one wanted to end up on Yvonne’s bad side by accident.
As Keene No. 2 kept rolling away, Evan Lin glanced at Selina Wu standing beside Gavin Guan. After a moment’s thought, he nodded at her—a silent greeting—and didn’t invite her to leave with him.
Now that Butcher Tu was dead, the Guan family’s biggest backer was gone. Whether Selina Wu chose to stay with the Guans or return to Jinnan was up to her; Evan Lin didn’t care to interfere.
"Let’s go."
Evan Lin got back in the Mini, taking a seat.
This time, he sat in the passenger seat, while Yvonne Zhu eagerly hopped into the driver’s seat.
Only after the Mini started up and gradually drove out of sight did the crowd snap out of it.
"He just left like that?"
Gavin Guan frowned repeatedly as the Mini finally disappeared from view.
"What, you wanted him to beat you up too?" Selina Wu shot Gavin a look, her tone blunt as ever.
"N-no, that’s not it."
Gavin Guan shook his head awkwardly and looked down at his phone, which had stayed silent the whole time, frustration written all over his face.
By rights, Butcher Tu should’ve arrived by now. Gavin couldn’t figure out why he still hadn’t shown up.
"Master still isn’t here. We missed our chance—this kid got off easy!" Brother Li muttered, glancing at Faye Zheng. "Why don’t we head out too? The rain’s coming down hard and there’s nothing left to do. Let’s go sing karaoke instead?"
"No thanks. I just want to go home and rest."
Faye Zheng shook her head and drove herself home.
On the way, Faye’s mind kept replaying the scene with Evan Lin—Yvonne Zhu’s clear favoritism, and how Evan had won an impossible race with overwhelming dominance. The more she thought about it, the stranger her feelings toward him became.
Part of it was a woman’s natural admiration for strength; the rest was a complicated tangle of resentment she couldn’t quite explain.
When Faye arrived at the Zheng estate and parked, she immediately sensed something was off in the air.
The Zheng patriarch and elders were all seated in the main hall, each with a grim expression; Susan Xu looked especially anxious.
"Great, now the Keene family says they’re coming tomorrow—and they’re bringing that Raymond Cold with them! What are we supposed to do?" Susan Xu blurted out, clearly upset.
"It’s all because someone didn’t leave cleanly back then. Now they’ve come back and dragged us into this mess!" Susan Xu grumbled, pointedly.
Susan Xu was bitter and clearly blaming someone.
Joy Zheng sat nearby, her face full of guilt.
If she hadn’t insisted on breaking off the engagement years ago, the Keene family wouldn’t still be holding a grudge.
"Sister-in-law, that’s not fair. This whole mess isn’t just Joy’s fault!" Claire Zheng interjected, frowning.
"Enough."
The Zheng patriarch’s stern word cut Susan Xu off instantly.
He said, "I invited Master Luke down from Mount Wutai specifically to settle this old feud. No matter what, Master Luke can go head-to-head with Raymond Cold. But the man Joy rejected back then, Henry Keene, has a son, Flynn Keene, who’s rumored to be very strong. Who in our Zheng clan can face him?"
The Zheng patriarch swept his gaze around the room.
"Jason can do it!"
Susan Xu quickly chimed in, "Even if Jason’s lost his Vajra realm for now thanks to someone’s trick, he’s still a top inner-strength expert!"
"Flynn Keene is about Jason’s age—he can’t possibly be stronger. When he gets here, let Jason teach him a lesson!"
Jason Zheng nodded eagerly at her words.
He was just hoping for a chance to impress the patriarch.
Leon Zheng sat stonily, Hans Zheng sipped his tea in silence.
Autumn Zheng glanced at Joy Zheng, remembering the boy who’d left the house yesterday—Evan Lin—and thought he was lucky not to be here for this mess.
Faye Zheng stood off to the side, totally lost, until the meeting ended. Only after she quietly asked Gavin Pan did she finally understand what was about to happen.
The Keene family arrived even earlier than expected.
Faye Zheng thought of Keene No. 2, who’d been literally kicked down the mountain by Evan Lin, but after holding it in for a while, she decided not to mention it. That would just be pouring oil on a volcano.
That would be like throwing gasoline on a fire!
Later, Claire Zheng quietly urged Joy Zheng, "Call Evan tonight. Tell him to go back to Minghai for a while—don’t get dragged into this mess."
"As long as he’s not here, even if Master Luke loses, the worst that’ll happen is we lose some face."
After Claire left, she whispered this advice.
Joy Zheng nodded, agreeing with a worried look on her face.