"Big talk, huh? Careful you don't bite your tongue off." Tyson Liu stared at Evan Lin, licking his lips as a dangerous glint flashed in his eyes. He spoke slowly: "Back at school, I didn't bother to cripple you, but look at you—now you walk right into my hands?"
"What, planning to play hero and save the beauty? Too bad for you—you're no hero. To me, you're not much different from a stray dog on the street." Tyson Liu looked at Evan Lin with pure contempt.
In Tyson Liu's eyes, Evan Lin wasn't even worth a single punch. The only reason he hadn't acted at school was that he didn't want the hassle of trouble from a loser like Evan. He never expected to run into him here.
"Just you?" Evan Lin raised an eyebrow, stepped forward until he was right in front of Tyson Liu, and stared him down. He said quietly, "I can cripple your hand in five seconds. Do you believe it?"
"Is this guy crazy? Do you even know who Tyson is? You? Cripple Tyson's hand in five seconds?" One of the girls beside Tyson Liu frowned at Evan Lin, looking at him like he was an idiot.
"Forget Tyson's background—he's been training in martial arts since he was a kid. Are you brainless or something? You look all proper, but every word out of your mouth is pure stupidity." Another girl glared at Evan Lin, clearly annoyed.
Tyson Liu narrowed his eyes, a dangerous aura radiating from him. His whole face drooped, turning dark and menacing. "No one has ever dared to talk to me like that. Trust me, you'll pay for your words and actions."
"Sorry, but I don't take threats from anyone." Evan Lin glanced at Tyson Liu, then suddenly clenched his fist and smashed it toward Tyson's face.
The punch looked plain, no fancy moves—just Evan's fist aimed straight at Tyson's cheek. Tyson snorted, lifted his right hand to block, bent his leg slightly, and swung his left hand toward Evan's neck, moving fast.
"Watch out!" Lynn Chen's face changed as she shouted.
Evan Lin didn't dodge or flinch, paying zero attention to Tyson Liu's left hand reaching for his neck. Before Tyson's hand could grab him, Evan's fist had already landed.
Bang!
A dull thud echoed as Tyson Liu was sent flying like a cannonball by Evan's punch, crashing into a row of clothing racks and knocking a whole section down.
"Bro!" Trevor Liu saw this and, forgetting all about grabbing Lynn Chen, shouted and ran over to Tyson.
"Tyson!" The two girls' faces changed in shock, unable to believe what they were seeing.
In their eyes, Tyson Liu was practically unbeatable—whether it was his family background or his own physical strength, he was top of the heap.
Back at school, even Buck Niu, the infamous tough guy, wouldn't dare mess with Tyson.
But now, Tyson had just been sent flying by a skinny-looking teenager with a single punch.
Lynn Chen stared wide-eyed at Evan Lin, her feelings a tangled mess.
But Evan didn't even glance at her—he just walked straight toward Tyson Liu.
"I'm going to kill you! Damn it!" Tyson Liu lay in a pile of fallen clothes, his face flushed and twisted with rage.
He had never been sent flying by a punch in front of so many people.
Humiliating!
Absolutely humiliating!
Tyson Liu shook off Trevor's hand, got up from the ground, stomped his left foot hard, and clenched his right fist at his waist, gathering strength. He glared at Evan Lin with cold, vicious eyes.
"A loser like you actually made me lose face in public!"
"Unforgivable!"
Tyson Liu screamed inside, his eyes icy and ruthless.
To him, Evan Lin was just a useless nobody—he wouldn't even want Evan as a lackey because he wasn't quick enough. And now, Evan had actually sent him flying in public!
In that split second, Tyson felt a massive force slam him away—he hadn't even had time to react!
"Jumping clown." Evan Lin snorted coldly, stood his ground, and waited for Tyson Liu to rush in. When Tyson was close enough, Evan's eyes sharpened—he grabbed Tyson's swinging fist with one hand, then quickly tapped several points along Tyson's arm with his index and middle fingers.
Each tap looked soft, with no strength behind it, but every time Evan's fingers landed, Tyson's face grew a shade paler.
In just a few seconds, Tyson collapsed to the ground, his entire right arm limp and useless.
Tyson clenched his teeth, glaring at Evan Lin with hatred. "How did you do that? How is this possible! My right hand—why can't I feel my right hand?"
Tyson lay on the ground, lifted his head, and yelled at Evan Lin.
"What just happened?" One of the girls looked confused, unable to make sense of what she'd just seen.
"I don't know. I thought Tyson would flatten him with one punch." Another girl shook her head in confusion, now looking at Evan Lin with a hint of fear.
Trevor Liu clenched his fists, staring at Tyson—who was sprawled on the ground, right hand limp and face twisted with rage.
Evan Lin slowly walked up to Tyson, looked down at him with cold eyes, and said, "Told you I'd cripple your hand. Do you accept it or not?"
"Accept your damn—!" Tyson Liu's face twisted with hatred as he glared at Evan Lin. He suddenly shouted, grabbed Evan's ankle with his left hand, and tried to drag him down with all his strength.
This trick had helped Tyson Liu take down plenty of people before. When his left hand grabbed Evan Lin's ankle, he was pleased at first—but his expression changed instantly.
He realized that no matter how hard he pulled, Evan's foot didn't budge an inch!
Evan Lin might have looked skinny, but his feet were rooted to the ground—completely immovable!
"Utterly clueless. To me, you're no different from an ant." Evan Lin spoke slowly, his eyes flashing with disdain. "An ant trying to shake a tree—pathetic and ignorant!"
With that, Evan slowly lifted his right foot.
"Evan! What are you doing!" Trevor Liu shouted sharply, "Are you trying to make an enemy of the Liu family?"
Trevor's voice was loud. Instantly, the onlookers snapped to attention and started whispering.
"The Liu family? He's with the Liu family?"
"Whoa, this is big—someone's actually challenging the Liu family!"
"Who is that kid, anyway? He's so cocky—even dares to mess with the Liu family."
The crowd whispered among themselves, some looking at Evan Lin with a hint of pity.
Messing with the Liu family meant his days ahead probably wouldn't be easy.
"Let my brother go! Otherwise, the Liu family will never let you off!" Trevor Liu took a deep breath, glaring at Evan Lin with vicious eyes.
Tyson Liu raised his head and met Evan Lin's gaze.
But when he met Evan's utterly indifferent eyes, Tyson's heart sank.
"I told you—I don't take threats from anyone."
Evan Lin spoke slowly, his tone quiet and desolate. Then...
He stomped down with his foot!