He'd known Lin Yao for so long, yet he had never seen him fight like this.
That speed—so fast he couldn't even make out the movements clearly.
If he were to fight Lin Yao head-on, he probably wouldn't even last a single move…
But still…
When did Brother Yao become this terrifying?
Lin Yao's own men were completely stunned as well.
The hands that had been shaking like sieves just moments ago had frozen stiff, forgetting to even move.
Someone subconsciously opened their mouth wide.
Just earlier, they'd been crushed by the pressure of several hundred people on the other side.
And now—
One person had taken down more than ten?!
Holy hell!
This was even more outrageous than a street-fighting boxing champ.
Over on Hongyi Hall's side—
The hands that had just been banging steel pipes in provocation were now all stiff in midair.
Some stared at the Little Flyers groaning on the ground.
Then they looked back at Lin Yao, fear filling their eyes.
Even the passersby peeking through shop shutters along the street were so shocked they clamped their mouths shut.
An old man selling cigarettes had just poked his head out, saw Lin Yao's clean, ruthless moves—
—and dropped the carton in his hand with a clack, before hurriedly shrinking back inside.
This Lin Yao… how did no one notice before that he could fight this well?!
Lin Yao lifted his gaze and looked at the remaining Little Flyers opposite him.
"Anyone else?"
The crowd fell so silent you could hear each other breathing.
No one dared answer.
"Since none of you dare step up," Lin Yao said coldly,
"then roll back and wait for news!"
"Your boss is in my hands. If the negotiations go well, I'll send him back."
"If they don't—then get his coffin ready first!"
The moment his words fell—
A reckless Little Flyer suddenly burst out from the back of the crowd, swinging a steel rod at Lin Yao's back.
"Smack—!"
Next second—
Everyone saw that Little Flyer go flying straight out, slamming heavily into the ground.
Blood instantly spread across the pavement.
Two companions panicked and dragged him away.
The rest of the men scattered like startled birds.
Several hundred underlings fled without a single one left behind. First Brother could no longer maintain even a shred of his former swagger.
He was forced down to the ground by Ah Bu, with two men pinning him left and right.
Xiao Fuxing and Bozi froze mid-motion when they saw this.
Where was there even half a trace of a "big boss" left in First Brother now?
His once-oily, carefully styled long hair was a complete mess, like a chicken's nest.
His face was mottled with bruises and purple swelling—someone who didn't know better might think he was wearing a Sichuan opera mask.
"The Island Tiger?"
Bozi stared in disbelief.
"Looks more like the Island Rat."
On the ground.
Lin Yao swept his gaze over First Brother's now oddly pleasing face and said calmly:
"One million. Have your men deliver it now."
"You wrecked a lot of things on my turf today. You're paying compensation."
"Money arrives, you live. Money doesn't—then get ready to be a eunuch."
The moment those words ended, First Brother shuddered violently.
His neck shrank as he stammered:
"B-Brother Yao, I really don't have that much!"
"Brother Yao, I usually spend everything on drugs, gambling, and women—I really don't have a million!"
Lin Yao didn't even lift his eyelids. He only shot Ah Bu a glance.
Ah Bu understood immediately.
He gestured, and two underlings lifted their chins.
Before First Brother could react, they'd already dragged him over to an iron frame in the room.
Thick ropes had been prepared long ago.
With practiced efficiency, the men tied him up backward.
Then—with a hard yank—
They hoisted him upside down.
"Ah! What are you doing?!"
First Brother struggled frantically, but the rope only tightened further.
Ah Bu picked up a fruit knife from the nearby table.
He walked up in silence.
Grabbed First Brother's long hair—
—and swiped the blade along his scalp.
Shrrk.
Clumps of hair fell down.
In less than half a minute, the formerly show-off First Brother was shaved into a shiny bald head.
Xiao Fuxing and Bozi stood to the side, faces pale with terror.
But the truly horrifying part came after that.
Ah Bu finished shaving, then turned the blade downward—
—and slashed straight toward First Brother's crotch!
Rip—!
Both his pants and underwear were sliced open.
The blade didn't stop, already pressing close.
It was clearly aimed at First Brother's "little First Brother."
"Don't! Don't touch that!"
"Brother Yao! Tell your men to stop! I'm begging you!"
First Brother completely panicked.
Blood rushed to his upside-down head, his face turning a horrifying purplish red.
"If I become a eunuch, I might as well be dead!"
"Brother Yao, I really don't have a million! I swear I'm telling the truth!"
"Hongyi Hall really doesn't have that much money! I blew most of it already!"
"I only have two hundred thousand in cash, and a second-hand Mr2!"
"That's really all I've got! I'm not lying!"
Lin Yao raised a hand, signaling Ah Bu to stop.
Then he stepped forward, looking down at First Brother from above.
"Two hundred thousand. Have your men bring it over. Now."
First Brother nodded frantically.
"I'll call! I'll call right now!"
"But… but my men don't know where I hid the money. Only Xiao Fu knows… all the money's with her…"
"Xiao Fu?" Bozi snapped her head up, disbelief written all over her face.
"The Xiao Fu from Lan Orchid Street? The one who hides in alleyways getting high all day?"
"First Brother… you actually handed the money to her?! How could you—!"
She couldn't even finish the sentence before tears welled up in her eyes.
Who was Xiao Fu?
Everyone on the street knew—she was a junkie who couldn't even take care of herself.
And yet this man had entrusted his last bit of money to her?
Bozi's heart turned ice-cold.
So her so-called first love wasn't just unfaithful—
He was also a complete idiot.
A human-shaped disaster.
No wonder his gang collapsed in one night.
No wonder he got hung upside down, about to be castrated.
Bozi wiped her tears, lips trembling.
Before long, a subordinate rushed in to report:
"Boss, there's a woman outside. She brought four guys and a hiking backpack."
Lin Yao nodded.
Moments later—
A woman walked in, reeking of smoke and grime.
She was so skinny a breeze could knock her over.
Big wavy hair. Bright red lipstick.
At first glance, she looked flashy.
But the proportions were all wrong—top-hea
vy, bottom-light, with no sense of balance.
Where exactly did all that fat come from, and why did it only grow there?