Bang!
The wine bottle smashed straight onto Tyler Zhou’s head. Evan Lin watched Sunny’s stunned expression and, without mercy, reached out his left hand and grabbed Sunny by the collar.
Boss!
The guys who’d just been stomping Big Tank glanced over and saw Tyler Zhou being hoisted up one-handed by Evan Lin. Their faces changed instantly.
“Screw your mother!” Big Tank, who’d just been beaten so badly he couldn’t fight back, seized the chance, roared, and charged forward on his stubby legs, slamming his fat body into two men in front of him.
After scattering those guys, Big Tank rushed forward in three steps and joined Evan Lin’s side.
“You dare hit me.” Tyler Zhou, still dizzy from the bottle, glared at Evan.
He tried to break free from Evan Lin’s grip, but quickly realized that this skinny kid had a freakish amount of strength.
No matter how hard Tyler Zhou struggled, he couldn’t get loose.
“When I walked in, you didn’t ask my name.”
“So now, you’d better remember this clearly.”
My name is Evan ‘Nine Mysteries’ Lin.”
Evan Lin held Tyler Zhou up with one hand, his tone flat, not even glancing at anyone else in the room.
“I’ll say it one last time. If you hear it and remember it, then nod.”
Evan Lin met Tyler Zhou’s icy glare, completely unfazed.
“Let go of Brother Sunny!”
“Let go of the boss!” Some of Sunny’s underlings didn’t dare move, while others were still lying on the ground, unable to get up.
Evan Lin hadn’t held back. He didn’t go for the kill since he didn’t want too much trouble, but those guys would be stuck with injuries that might never fully heal.
“Kid, I’ll make you regret this, I swear!” Tyler Zhou gritted his teeth and growled, swinging his right fist at Evan Lin.
Evan Lin snorted, raised his right hand like he was pinching paper, and clamped it onto Sunny’s wrist—then snapped it with a sudden twist.
Crack.
Sunny’s right wrist drooped like a snapped branch, completely limp.
A muffled groan escaped Sunny’s lips.
Sunny glared fiercely at Evan Lin, sweat pouring down his forehead from the pain, but he forced himself not to cry out.
“I’ve seen plenty of people with backbone. I actually admire that. But if you’re on the wrong side, it just pisses me off.” Evan Lin said coldly, twisting Sunny’s wrist again.
Another sharp crack rang out as Evan Lin reset Sunny’s wrist.
“If I can break it once, I can break it twice.”
As soon as Evan finished speaking, another crack echoed through the room.
“Ah!”
Sunny’s eyes widened as his wrist was dislocated all over again.
“Boss!” The look on Sunny’s crew’s faces was downright ugly.
“Answer me. If you get it, nod. If not, I’ll just keep going.”
Evan Lin spoke, then reset Sunny’s wrist again. Three seconds later, another crisp crack.
Reset.
Dislocate.
......
Evan Lin kept repeating the move, until Sunny’s face was twisted in pain.
Even Big Tank, standing next to Evan Lin, watched him do this coldly and couldn’t help silently chanting ‘Amitabha’ in his heart.
Good thing I was smart and didn’t give him attitude on the road. This guy isn’t just some expert who wrecked Imperial Grand—he’s a total psycho! Big Tank couldn’t help screaming inside.
In their world, it’s all about being fast, precise, and ruthless—one shot, one kill. Nobody else, and nobody could, toy with people like Evan Lin does.
“Howard—Howard Zhou, is the guy getting beat up your cousin?” At the nearby table, Howard’s face looked like he’d just swallowed a pile of crap.
“Is that really my cousin?” Howard blurted, only to find everyone staring at him. His face burned with embarrassment.
“Summer, looks like you’ve got one hell of a friend.” Someone looked at Summer Mu with envy, regretting not having thought to buy that plain-looking guy a drink earlier.
“Not so fast—he’s way too badass, probably doesn’t even know you, Summer. It was just one drink.” Someone else chimed in sourly.
Summer Mu stared at Evan Lin—skinny, but strong as a war god—and felt a bit lost.
He felt a thrill seeing Evan Lin take down that Sunny Zhou guy instead of getting beaten, but mostly he was just relieved Evan wasn’t the one getting stomped.
“Summer, go do something about your cheap friend—make him stop!”
“He’s about to kill Howard’s cousin! Why are you so cold?”
Renee Qiu glanced at Howard Zhou’s ugly expression and started to worry. She frowned and urged Summer Mu to act.
“But—but I’m not even close with him.” Summer scratched his head.
“If you don’t stop him, I’ll never speak to you again!” Renee Qiu pulled out her trump card, forcing Summer Mu to go talk to Evan Lin.
But… would he even listen to me?
Just as Summer Mu was stuck between a rock and a hard place, a woman walked in through the bar’s front door.
She was tall, dressed in a red leather jacket and high heels, with long hair draped over her shoulders and a striking face. When she saw Wild Dog lying on the first floor, her expression shifted.
Sunny couldn’t take it anymore. Face pale, after who knows how many times his wrist had been dislocated, he finally nodded fiercely.
“Good. Since you remember, I’ll send you downstairs.”
Evan Lin nodded slightly, still gripping Sunny, and lifted him up with one hand.
He walked over to the second-floor railing and dangled Sunny in midair.
“What are you doing!”
“Don’t you dare! If you let go, you’re dead meat!” Sunny’s crew shouted, but their hearts were trembling.
Sunny was so weak he couldn’t even speak. Dangling from the second floor, he kicked helplessly in midair, searching for something to stand on.
If Evan Lin let go now, Sunny would drop straight from the second to the first floor.
“You’ve remembered my name. Now it’s time to pay for what you’ve done.”
“I’ll say it again—having backbone is a good thing.”
“But too bad, I hate it when people show backbone in front of me.”
Evan Lin’s eyes were icy, his voice full of contempt.
“Stop!”
At that moment, Sister Hong hurried up the stairs from the first floor, pushed through the crowd, and fixed her chilly gaze on Evan Lin and the dangling Sunny.