"What do you think you're doing?!"
The crowd around them heard Evan Lin's words and their faces instantly shifted.
Lisa Liu didn’t hesitate—she shot up and lunged, reaching to grab Evan Lin’s face.
"Move your foot! If you don’t, just wait till I get up—I’ll have you dragged off to the station!" Kevin Cheng’s face twisted with rage as Evan Lin ground his sole on Kevin’s head like a brush. Kevin grabbed Evan’s foot, trying to yank it off, but no matter how hard he pulled, Evan’s foot was like an iron block—firmly planted on his head, not too heavy, not too light, just brushing his hair.
Lisa Liu charged at him, but Evan Lin didn’t even spare her a glance. He just flicked his hand casually, and Lisa’s face changed—she felt as if someone shoved her, lost control, and tumbled backward, landing hard on her butt, grimacing in pain.
"Security! Where the hell is security?!"
Helen Han saw what happened and started yelling at the top of her lungs.
The saleswomen had wanted to yank Evan’s leg away, but after seeing Lisa Liu sent flying by a single push, their faces changed and not one of them dared get closer.
"Hey, weren’t you the guy screaming in No. 2 High’s teachers’ office a few years back, trying to get my mom fired? That was you, right, Uncle Cheng? Chloe Cheng’s dad?" Evan Lin licked his lips, bent down, his tone playful and his eyes full of mischief.
If it were just anyone else, Evan Lin wouldn’t even bother—he’d just kick them aside and move on. But Kevin Cheng was different.
Joy Zheng told him, "It's fine for Mom to suffer a bit, but you must never drop out. Studying is your best way out."
That night, Evan Lin stared out at the window, the cold wind blowing in, unable to sleep at all.
The heart of a young man, once riddled with wounds, silently swore to give Joy Zheng a happy life.
Time slipped by like water.
Evan Lin’s expression grew a little distant.
Underfoot, Kevin Cheng was still struggling to pry Evan Lin’s leg away, while Lisa Liu lay nearby, groaning in pain.
Not far off, five security guards rushed out of the guard room, clutching black batons. When they saw Evan Lin standing on Kevin Cheng, they shouted furiously.
"Hey, kid! Get your foot off him, now!"
"Damn it, I’m talking to you!"
Seeing the boy ignore them, the guards didn’t bother with any more talk—they just charged in, batons swinging.
May Wang screamed in fright.
"Beat him to death!" Lisa Liu’s face twisted as she shrieked at the guards.
The saleswomen all backed away several steps, terrified of getting dragged into the mess—while waiting to watch the show.
Evan Lin raised his head slightly, pressed down with his right foot on Kevin Cheng’s skull, and straightened up, standing tall.
To everyone watching, the boy stood up straight, hands behind his back, one foot planted squarely on Kevin Cheng’s forehead.
The next second, as the guards rushed in swinging their batons, Evan Lin barely moved—he just pivoted on Kevin Cheng’s forehead and swept his leg, sending all five guards flying to the ground.
"Aah!"
The saleswomen were in shock. These guards were supposed to be handpicked experts, but they’d just been wiped out with a single sweep of Evan Lin’s leg.
"Kevin Cheng, I’ll give you ten seconds. Either you kneel and kowtow yourself, or I’ll help you—with my foot."
Evan Lin stood on Kevin Cheng’s head, his gaze cool and unruffled.
"Evan, come down, okay? Please, just come down. Uncle can apologize, I really can!"
At the entrance of Mooncrest Manor’s sales office, a crowd of old folks had gathered. They’d been heading to the park, but seeing the commotion, they stopped to watch.
Kevin Cheng was miserable, kneeling there, his legs feeling like they were weighed down—and now a boy was standing right on his head.
The strangest thing for Kevin Cheng was, even with Evan Lin standing on his head, he couldn’t feel any weight at all!
Watching the guards get kicked down by Evan Lin, Kevin Cheng’s heart sank into despair.
Kevin Cheng could still move his head—he could even kowtow, just like Evan Lin said!
But with so many old folks watching, Kevin Cheng just couldn’t bring himself to lose face like that.
Right now, he was already regretting ever provoking this guy. If he’d known things would turn out like this, he wouldn’t have said a word.
"Kevin Cheng, I’ll give you ten seconds. Either you kneel and kowtow on your own, or I’ll help you do it—with my foot."
Evan Lin stood on Kevin Cheng’s head, his gaze completely calm.
"Evan, hey, can you come down? Please, just come down, alright? Uncle can apologize, really—I’ll apologize to you!"
At the entrance of Mooncrest Manor’s sales office, a bunch of old folks had gathered. They were just passing by on their way to the park, but seeing all the commotion, they stopped to watch.
Kevin Cheng was miserable, kneeling there, his legs pinned down like they were weighed with lead—and on top of that, a boy was standing right on his head.
The weirdest part for Kevin Cheng was, even though Evan Lin was standing on his head, he couldn’t feel any weight at all!
Seeing those guards all get kicked down by Evan Lin, Kevin Cheng’s heart sank into hopelessness.
Kevin Cheng could still move his head—he could even kowtow, just like the boy said.
But with all those old folks watching, Kevin Cheng just couldn’t bring himself to lose face like that.
Right now, he was starting to regret ever provoking this kid. If he’d known this would happen, he’d have kept his mouth shut.