Eastcourt District, Dusklight Street.
This entire street was originally the territory of the Dongting Tiger, Barry Shaw. Stretching five hundred meters deep, it houses four casinos, three bars, five KTVs, a large mall, thirty-two hair-wash parlors, sixteen saunas, and two internet cafés.
Locals call it the ‘Sin Realm’—a practical no-man’s-land beyond the law.
After Evan Lin wiped out the Shaw family single-handedly, he handed Dusklight Street over to Big Tank to manage.
Big Tank took over all the venues left behind by the Dongting Tiger, but not everyone was willing to fall in line.
Not everyone was happy about Big Tank’s takeover. After all, before this, he was just a minor lookout under Imperial Grand.
His sudden rise made him a bit overconfident.
Now, the street is littered with injured men sprawled everywhere.
Even more people stand, glaring at each other, ready to pounce at any moment.
But right now, all their attention is drawn to the three figures stepping onto Dusklight Street.
“You three! Who said you could come here? Looking to die?”
A man wielding a long knife spots Evan Lin and his crew, steps onto the stone pavement, his expression changing as he strides forward. The blade points straight at Evan in the lead.
“Screw your uncle! Talking to the boss like that—are you tired of living?”
Shawn Shi’s eyes bulge with fury. He roars, charges forward, snatches the man up with one hand, and flings him far down the street.
Dong Zi refuses to be outdone, steps up, and boots another thug flying.
One of them is late-stage Outer Strength, the other is mid-stage Outer Strength.
Back in the River City boxing king tournament, they might’ve been minor players, but to these street punks, Shawn is a raging beast and Dong Zi is a dangerous, wild monkey.
Evan Lin walks forward, hands in his pockets, face calm and emotionless.
With every step Evan takes, Shawn and Dong Zi knock down anyone in their way.
Relying on their fists, they carve out a path for Evan, step by step.
“Pitiful ants.”
Evan Lin adjusts the brim of his cap, looking completely relaxed.
Not long ago, Evan destroyed the Shaw family here. Now, in Minghai, only Imperial Grand, the Liu family, and the Niu family remain.
Victor Yu from Imperial Grand once invited Evan to fight in the underground boxing tournament for him, but looking back now, Evan couldn’t care less.
Every step they took crushed everything in their way.
The two rival gangs, armed with steel pipes and knives, had been squaring off. But when these three unexpected guests strode inside, everyone’s face changed—they all rushed at Evan.
Most never even got close before being knocked flat.
“Damn, it’s been ages since I got to cut loose like this! Feels great!” Shawn Shi laughs heartily, booting another wave of thugs aside.
Muscles bulge on his arms—late-stage Outer Strength muscle is no joke. Shawn and Dong Zi radiate such fierce fighting spirit, it’s downright terrifying.
In just a dozen steps, more than a hundred people had already been flattened.
Most of them got their bones broken under Shawn and Dong Zi’s fists—their faces twisted in pain, drained of all color.
Evan’s expression stays calm, like still water—while the air fills with screams and the scent of blood.
Halfway down the street, Evan tilts his head, glancing to the side with a playful look.
There, in the corner, stands a girl with a cold, pretty face—arms crossed, trembling as she watches everything unfold.
Sisi Shao is scared out of her wits. She’d just come out for a night at the bar—never expected to run into something like this.
The fighting had raged on since last night, all the way to midday.
The battle never stopped.
She senses something, lifts her head, and looks toward the center of the street. When she catches sight of the boy’s face, Sisi freezes—then, as if seeing her lifeline, she rushes forward to beg Evan for help.
But before she can get close, Dong Zi’s fierce face stops her cold. Her pretty features, streaked with tears, are full of fear.
Boom!
Dong Zi suddenly throws a punch, smashing it beside Sisi Shao—sending a knife-wielding thug’s head crashing to the ground.
“Go home. This isn’t a place for you.”
Evan doesn’t even look back—his voice is flat and distant.
Sisi stands frozen, overwhelmed. Hearing Evan’s indifferent words, she tilts her head back, tears streaming down, her heart aching for reasons she can’t name.
That boy—he started as a carp and leapt the Dragon Gate.
Sisi wipes her tears, watching Evan walk away toward the thickest crowd. She shouts, “I won’t tell Lynn!”
No response.
All she gets in return is the boy’s thin silhouette and his steady, unwavering stride.
Ever since coming back from the River City Math Olympiad, Sisi has avoided contacting Lynn Chen—afraid Lynn might ask about Evan.
At first, when Sisi heard Evan was also going to the River City Math Olympiad, she even called Lynn to complain about it.
But after everything that happened in River City, Evan’s status in Sisi’s eyes shot up—so high she hardly dared look up to him.
Whether it was Evan flashing his top-tier VIP card at Sunwave Bluebay, earning total respect from the staff, or fearlessly barging into the Zuo family’s estate, he’d shattered any last bit of Sisi’s disrespect.
She isn’t sure if Evan would want Lynn to know about all this. After all, Lynn always seems blissfully unaware.
There’s always been that thin layer of ‘window paper’ between them.
Back then, Sisi would have poked right through it without a second thought—just to watch the drama unfold.
But now, all she feels is fear and a strange, quiet loneliness.
Once again, she’s left stunned—watching the boy’s steady backlit figure, full of awe.
Evan doesn’t answer—he just keeps moving forward, ignoring everything.
Ahead, there’s a club and a big mansion.
And even further, hundreds of black-clad enforcers, packed layer upon layer.
All eyes are on Evan—full of wariness and killing intent.
Second floor of the club.
Big Tank’s face is grim. Across from him sits a man in old-fashioned clothes, expression severe, with Victor Yu swirling a glass of wine beside him.
“Big Tank, don’t say I didn’t warn you. You know your place. Barry Shaw’s turf belongs to the Liu family now.”
“And the backup you’ve been waiting for—is it that kid outside?”
The man arches an eyebrow, sneers, and pulls out his phone. “Send them to the afterlife. Three people, three heads. Five million per head—whoever does it, gets the cash!”