Evan Lin's expression was calm and indifferent, his words steady and forceful, each syllable ringing out with authority.
Mandy Yu was trembling all over.
The other two girls were speechless, terrified of provoking Evan Lin even in the slightest.
Nearby, Warren He and the others swung chairs, smashing up the restaurant with thunderous crashes.
The chefs in the kitchen, hearing the chaos outside, had originally rushed out with kitchen knives in hand. But when they saw the fierce crowd, they immediately turned around and retreated back to the kitchen, knives still in hand.
Tables and chairs flew through the air.
All kinds of liquor on the front shelf shattered across the floor.
Manager Colin Cui lay on the ground, his face ashen and devoid of color.
Evan Lin casually picked up his backpack from the seat, slung it over his shoulder, and walked out.
Behind him, Warren He and the others spat in contempt and followed tightly after Evan Lin.
They exited the restaurant.
The onlookers outside now looked at Evan Lin with much more awe than before.
Gone was the previous contempt they’d shown when Evan Lin looked shabby and unkempt.
"Mandy... who is that guy, really? Didn’t you say he was just some county kid who came to Jinnan for school...?"
They watched Evan Lin leave the restaurant.
The girl next to Mandy Yu asked in a trembling voice.
"I... I don’t know..."
Mandy Yu shook her head, her mind in a daze.
For her, this was destined to be anything but an ordinary day.
The youth’s tone and manner just now was filled with the cold disdain of someone looking down from above.
"Does he mean he knew all along I was just playing games with Ken Feng?"
Mandy Yu muttered to herself, but in the end, no one could give her that answer anymore.
Inside the restaurant, chaos reigned; outside, Warren He opened the car door for Evan Lin.
The business van sped down the road, racing wildly all the way.
For Warren He, who was driving, the concept of 'brakes' barely existed—he just floored the gas, though his skills kept the van steady.
"Instructor Lin, when you have time, could you teach us a few moves?"
"We all envied how you trained Fifth Blade in such a short time."
Warren He grinned at Evan Lin, who was sitting in the passenger seat.
"Yeah! Instructor! We want you to train us too!"
"Watching you beat Grant Yuan on the ring was just epic!"
"If we could just learn a bit of your skills, that’d be legendary! We’d brag about it for a lifetime!"
The guys in the back seat were all fired up.
"We’ll see if there’s time."
Evan Lin nodded, not directly refusing.
If he had enough time, Evan Lin didn’t mind teaching them a few tricks.
Whether for their own sake or for the country they protected.
Hearing Evan Lin’s answer, they all looked thrilled.
"By the way, Instructor Lin, I want to give you a heads-up."
After a moment of silence, Warren He finally spoke up.
"What is it?"
Evan Lin asked curiously.
"I just got the order to pick you up, but apparently the people who want to meet you this time have other motives too."
"They once came to Knife-Edge Company with Old Man Su, sparred with a few of us, and their moves were seriously ruthless—and fast."
Mentioning this, Warren He grew solemn: "Your strength is obvious, but no matter what, you should still be careful."
Evan Lin nodded at Warren He's words, accepting the advice.
Earlier on the phone, Old Man Victor Su sounded hesitant—he said the Nightstar people wanted to meet, and called it a good thing, but couldn’t quite explain what was so good about it.
It all seemed to carry a hint of something unspeakable.
Evan Lin wasn’t worried that Victor Su would do him harm. Whether out of personal ties or respect for Evan’s strength, Victor would never be dumb enough to team up with outsiders against him.
The van roared through city streets, engine growling, and soon pulled up in front of the Su family villa’s gates.
"We’ll drop you off here—we’ve got other missions to handle."
Warren He stopped the van.
At the gate, someone slowly pulled open the Su family’s iron doors.
"Thanks for the trouble."
Evan Lin nodded, got out of the van, and walked calmly into the Su estate.
"Warren, do you think Instructor Lin can handle those people?"
Watching Evan Lin’s back as he went inside, a man in the back seat asked softly.
"I think he can win. No matter what, Instructor Lin is the guy who beat Grant Yuan!"
Another man clenched his fists, still excited: "Plus, he led Knife-Edge Company to crush Flying Eagle Company in exercises in no time flat. That kind of overwhelming power—only Instructor Lin has it!"
They watched Evan Lin disappear inside, each one full of confidence.
Warren He sat in the driver’s seat, let out a deep breath, and after a long pause, slowly shook his head: "Who can say for sure? Maybe they won’t fight at all."
"But with Instructor Lin being so powerful, he definitely won’t suffer any losses. For us, if we ever get the chance to learn a few moves from him, we’ll be totally confident in the next Knife-Edge Company exercise."
"It’s a pity that after Fifth Blade and the others left, our combat power took a huge hit."
Warren He waited until Evan Lin’s figure disappeared around the corner of the Su family gate, then started the van and slowly drove away.
Inside the Su estate, no one stopped Evan Lin; everyone who saw him greeted him with respect.
Right now at the Su family, Evan Lin could walk sideways and no one would dare interfere.
As for smashing up the restaurant just now, Evan Lin didn’t give it a second thought. It was just small fry, not worth mentioning.
Evan Lin didn’t rush to the main hall, but found a quiet spot, pulled out his phone, and called Joy Zheng.
He’d just bought the phone when Victor Su called, then got caught up eating, so he hadn’t had a chance to call.
"Thinking about it, I’ve been missing for another month this time. Hope Mom can understand."
Evan Lin sighed, pulled out his phone, and dialed the number.
......
In the Su family’s main hall.
Victor Su was seated, looking solemn; beside him, Eldest Brother Su and Sam Su wore equally grave expressions.
Besides them, two more people sat below.
One was a man in his thirties, the other a woman around twenty.
The woman paced the hall, her steps casual but her face—full of heroic spirit—showed clear impatience.
The man sat calmly, sipping tea, looking unhurried and radiating quiet confidence.