Evan Lin was surrounded by a crowd, but he didn't care in the slightest.
Sunny Zhou stared at Evan, his eyes cold and menacing.
From the second floor, you could still faintly hear Wild Dog groaning in pain downstairs. Getting kicked off from here—given Wild Dog’s size—he was definitely badly hurt.
"Originally, for Sister Hong and Imperial Grand’s sake, I made a three-point pact with your boss Big Tank—not to attack each other’s people. But since you made the first move, don’t blame me for being ruthless." Sunny Zhou grinned viciously, ready to have his men swarm in.
So many people beating up a skinny kid—wouldn’t that be over in seconds?
But just then, Big Tank—who’d been sent by Sunny Zhou to clean his office—got the news and rushed over.
When he reached the first floor and saw Wild Dog lying there, a glint flashed in Big Tank’s small eyes—he was secretly delighted.
He’d just been complaining that Evan Lin wouldn’t make a move, but now it looked like Evan had gone head-to-head with Sunny Zhou himself.
"Wait up!" Big Tank shouted as he ran, looking from a distance like a rolling meatball. He barreled up from the first to the second floor, and plenty of bar girls watched him along the way.
Big Tank shoved through the crowd and took his place beside Evan Lin.
"What’s up, Big Tank? You planning to stick your nose in? Ready to go against me for a useless little underling?" Sunny Zhou’s face was still burning from pain, and when he saw Big Tank rush upstairs, his expression turned so dark it could drip water.
"Sunny Zhou, let me tell you—he’s not my underling at all. He’s someone Victor Yu from Imperial Grand personally picked, sent here to help me take over SK Bar!" Big Tank’s voice boomed, his face full of pride.
Lately, Big Tank had been crushed by Sunny Zhou—not only was he taking in way less money, but worst of all, nobody respected him anymore.
Back in the day, every bar girl in skimpy clothes would call him ‘Brother Tank’ this and ‘Brother Tank’ that. But ever since Sunny Zhou showed up, all he got was ‘Big Tank, Big Tank, Big Tank—damn it, Big Tank my ass!’
Just thinking about it made Big Tank angry, and when he heard Evan “Nine Mysteries” Lin had clashed with Sunny Zhou, he rushed out immediately.
On the way, he was still debating whether to back Evan “Nine Mysteries” Lin, but the moment he saw Sunny Zhou’s top fighter Wild Dog lying on the first floor like a beaten stray, he instantly made up his mind to side with Evan Lin.
"Victor Yu from Imperial Grand?" Sunny Zhou’s furious look froze for a second. He narrowed his eyes at Evan Lin, suspicion flashing inside.
Victor Yu himself wasn’t much of a fighter, but his reputation in the scene was pure ruthlessness. He’d managed Imperial Grand for years and built up serious prestige in Brightsea City.
If the kid in front of him was just Big Tank’s lackey, Sunny Zhou wouldn’t care if he got crippled. But if Victor Yu was involved, Sunny Zhou had to think twice.
"Hey, Sunny, what’s with the five finger marks on your face? Swatting mosquitoes just now?" Big Tank grinned at the finger-shaped welts on Sunny Zhou’s cheek.
No doubt it was Evan “Nine Mysteries” Lin who’d done it, making Big Tank look at him with new respect.
Hearing Big Tank’s words, Sunny Zhou said nothing. He poured himself a drink, downed it in one gulp, then slammed his glass hard on the table, a ruthless glint flashing in his eyes.
"Big Tank, you must be getting dumber as you get older. Do you even know what kind of person Victor Yu is? You think I’m stupid? That little punk is just a kid—not even of age, right? You really think Victor Yu would put a brat like that on equal footing with you?"
As soon as Sunny Zhou said that, even if Big Tank was slow, he could tell Sunny wasn’t planning to let this go.
"What are you trying to do! I’m not lying—if you don’t believe me, go ask Victor Yu yourself!" Big Tank had barely finished when Sunny Zhou’s face twisted, and he grabbed his glass and smashed it straight onto the floor.
"Damn it, who the hell is this fat idiot? Anyone know him?"
Sunny Zhou barked angrily, and his cronies instantly caught on, shouting, "Never seen him before!"
Big Tank’s chubby face changed instantly. He finally realized Sunny Zhou planned to take out both him and Evan “Nine Mysteries” Lin!
"Damn it, a fat pig like you dares pretend to be Victor Yu’s Big Tank and bring some punk along to take over SK Bar? Beat them! Cripple both of them for me!"
"One hundred thousand per hand!"
Sunny Zhou roared, and Big Tank’s face went wild. "Sunny Zhou! You dare? Have you forgotten our agreement?"
Bang!
Big Tank hadn’t even finished speaking when he felt a sharp pain in his rear—three burly men had already stepped up and kicked him to the ground.
In an instant, the crowd didn’t hesitate—they all rushed at Big Tank and Evan Lin.
Evan Lin grabbed a chair and smashed it into the first guy who charged, then snatched a bottle from the table and swung upward, cracking its base right into someone’s jaw—down they went.
"Agreement? The guy who had a deal with me was Imperial Grand’s Big Tank. You two fakes want to talk about agreements? I’ll show you how you die today!"
Sunny Zhou rubbed his face and stepped back, the pain stinging his nerves with every movement.
Big Tank’s bulk made him an easy target, but it only fired him up. "Sunny Zhou! Screw you and your whole damn crew! You just wait!"
Big Tank roared, knocking one attacker down with a punch—but soon took another hit himself.
Even with his thick skin and sturdy frame, he couldn’t stand up to so many people beating on him.
"I’ll wait. I’ll be waiting for you," Sunny Zhou sneered.
"Come on, Brother Sunny, don’t get mad—cool off a bit." A bar girl hurried over, trying to calm him down and poured him a drink.
"They say a gentleman can wait ten years for revenge, but I’m no gentleman. I settle scores the same day." The line popped into Evan Lin’s head as he sidestepped a punch, leaned in with a body slam, and—just as his opponent was about to go flying—grabbed the guy’s wrist and yanked it back.
Crack.
A crisp sound rang out, and the guy went flying, his arm dangling—obviously dislocated.
"Sunny Zhou, have you forgotten something?"
In the chaos, Evan Lin kicked another guy down. With a lull in the fighting, he fixed Sunny Zhou with a cold stare.
"Forgot what?" Sunny Zhou grinned. "Only thing I remember is I want you dead."
"Then you’d better remember a few more things."
Sunny Zhou heard a faint sigh, and suddenly, five burly men beside the young man went flying all at once.
The next moment, the young man who’d been surrounded surged forward.
Evan Lin picked up an empty bottle from the table.
In a flash, Evan Lin was right in front of Sunny Zhou, his face cold. He brought the bottle down hard on Sunny Zhou’s head.
"Remember my name."
"Evan ‘Nine Mysteries’ Lin!"