"What did you just say? You think a hundred thousand is too little and want to pay a million? Did I hear that right?"
Are you out of your mind or something, kid?
Damn, is he messing with us?
Big Mike and his crew froze for a second at Evan Lin's words, then looked at him with nothing but bad intentions.
None of them had ever heard of anyone complaining that the compensation was too little.
On the other side, Darren Chen was already pale from the pain. He shouted at Big Mike, "Big Mike! Stop talking! Just beat him up! Beat him! I'm freaking dying over here!"
Darren's voice was already tinged with sobs.
Chloe Cheng hurriedly chimed in, "Don't listen to him! His family can't even scrape together a hundred thousand, let alone a million! He's just messing with you!"
As soon as Chloe spoke, Big Mike and his crew's faces all darkened.
"You dare mess with us? Are you looking to die!" one of the men snarled, his face twisting in anger as he strode forward and swung a fist at Evan Lin.
Bang!
The next second, the man's fist smashed into the steel plate in Evan Lin's hand again, and his face instantly turned ghostly pale from the pain.
"Tsk, not bad. That punch actually made my steel plate shake," Evan Lin sneered, glancing at the plate in his hand, which now had a dent in it.
The man who threw the punch was now clutching his fist and hopping in place, sweat pouring down his forehead as he grimaced and his lips trembled from the pain.
"Where'd you get that steel plate!" The other men nearby glared at Evan, their faces growing even darker.
"Where'd I get it? Obviously picked it up off the ground! Same piece that loser broke his leg on." Evan Lin sneered, stepped forward, and grabbed the guy who'd just spoken by the head with one hand, yanking him straight toward the ground.
The guy had thought Evan stepping up was his chance—he planned to grab Evan and slam him. But as soon as Evan clamped his hand on the guy's head, a huge force surged through, yanking his whole body forward. Evan simply swept his leg out, and the burly man lost his balance, crashing face-first onto the steel scraps on the ground.
Bang! Before he could get up, Evan Lin stomped on his head. Evan looked down at the burly thug under his foot and spoke coldly, "Open your damn eyes and look—see that steel plate?"
"You're really asking for it!"
Seeing this, the remaining three in Big Mike's crew went berserk. With a roar, the three burly men lunged from three directions, reaching out to grab Evan Lin and pin him to the ground for a beating.
In an instant, the three Maiden Spirits inside Evan Lin's backpack surged out. Each one grabbed a different man by the wrist, locking down Big Mike's crew.
Bang!
"Ah!"
"What are you doing!"
"I have no idea!"
To the crowd, Evan Lin hadn't even moved, but the three burly men who'd charged him suddenly started beating each other up instead!
The Maiden Spirits manipulated them like puppets, making the three men brawl in a chaotic mess.
"Big Mike! You're hitting the wrong guy!" Darren Chen shouted, his face pale, but it was no use.
Big Mike's three men kept swinging at each other, one fist after another.
"Damn it! Hit me again and I'll show you no mercy!"
One man yelled at the other two, but before he could finish, he took two punches to the face and ended up with panda eyes.
"Screw you!!" the guy roared, swinging his fists with all his strength.
"You dare hit me?" The other, burning with rage after taking a few punches, started fighting back just as hard.
"Are you all freaking insane!" Big Mike roared.
Even after the Maiden Spirits slipped back into the Soul-Sacrifice Beauty Scroll, the three men kept slugging it out, their screams echoing nonstop.
The onlookers instinctively backed away a few steps, pointing and whispering from a safe distance.
Before long, the three burly men collapsed on the ground, exhausted and bruised, unable to even stand.
"Are you idiots!" Darren Chen yelled at Big Mike's crew, tears in his eyes. "Did a donkey kick your brains out? Who are you supposed to be hitting? Hit him!"
Darren's leg was killing him, and now, seeing Big Mike's crew brawling like idiots while Evan Lin stood there untouched, he was furious.
But just as he finished shouting, Big Mike and his crew caught their breath, then suddenly turned to glare at Darren Chen, faces full of menace. "Darren, you calling me stupid?"
"I think you're the one who got kicked in the head by a donkey! Screw you!"
The burly men, still fuming from their bizarre brawl, heard Darren Chen's insult and instantly got up, marching over to him.
Darren Chen and Chloe Cheng both turned pale.
"What do you think you're doing!" Chloe Cheng tried to block them, but Big Mike shoved her aside. "Out of the way, woman! This isn't your business!"
Big Mike and his crew looked vicious. Darren Chen went ghostly white and stammered, "B-Big Mike, guys, let's talk this out, okay?"
"Talk my ass!" Big Mike kicked out, and the crew started kicking and beating Darren Chen all at once.
Evan Lin just watched from the side. Idly, he kicked the guy lying at his feet off to the side, making the burly man roll away clutching his face.
As the fight got nastier, someone in the crowd started calling the police.
Not far away, Little Zhang, with five thousand yuan in his pocket, was planning to enter through another door after spotting the brawl. Suddenly, he saw Darren Chen's battered face among the men getting kicked.
"Darren Chen?" Little Zhang froze, then rushed over, shouting, "What are you doing! Do you even know who you're hitting? Back off!"
"Damn it, keep mouthing off and I'll beat you too!" Big Mike snarled, face twisted with rage.
Little Zhang, the finance bureau director's male secretary, didn't hesitate after Big Mike threatened him. He whipped out his phone. "Hello? This is Little Zhang from the finance bureau. Is anyone from the police station nearby?"
"Shit!" Seeing Little Zhang actually call the cops, Big Mike's crew cursed, grabbed their fallen guy, and hurriedly made a run for it.
"Brother Zhang!" Darren Chen, beaten black and blue, burst into tears when he saw Little Zhang, shaking all over from the pain.
"Oh man, Darren Chen, how'd you get mixed up with those guys? If your dad finds out, you'll get another earful for sure." Little Zhang hurried over, took one look at Darren's battered face, and sucked in a breath.
Holy crap, he looks like Pigsy.
"Brother Zhang, it's all that guy's fault!"
Seeing Little Zhang, Chloe Cheng quickly pointed at Evan Lin, her face full of indignation.