However, he was once the underground black boxing champion, Scorpion Amu. He quickly adjusted his mindset and looked at Lin Beichen with gravitas, "Kid, I have to admit, you indeed have some skills. To dispatch my four men instantly, you are definitely not a weakling."
Saying this, Amu stepped forward and spread his hands, speaking proudly, "Therefore, you have the qualification to make me personally strike. You should feel lucky, feel honored. Because there aren't many people who can make Scorpion Amu take action personally."
An astonished gasp came from the crowd of onlookers. They might not recognize Amu, but the name Scorpion Amu was well-known to them. He was the former underground black boxing champion, a fierce fighter who once performed countless miracles in the ring.
However, facing Amu's provocation, Lin Beichen merely tilted his head, "Shoes? Pants? Never heard of them." His tone was full of disdain, as if Amu was not even worth mentioning in his eyes.
"Bastard!" Amu roared, leaping forward like a goose, pouncing towards Lin Beichen. His hands opened like fan palms, fiercely grabbing towards Lin Beichen's shoulders, "I want you dead!"
This grab, Amu held nothing back. His pride, his arrogance, his name, did not allow him any hesitation at this moment. He wanted this kid to know what the name Scorpion Amu represented.
However, just as his hands were about to touch Lin Beichen's shoulders, Lin Beichen suddenly lifted his left foot, viciously kicking Amu in the chest.
"Bang!" With a loud crash, Amu felt as if his body was hit head-on by a speeding truck. Every bone in his body seemed to be forcibly compressed together at that moment, the extreme pain forcing a shrill scream from him.
Then, his body flew backwards like a ragged doll, slamming fiercely onto a chair ten meters away. The chair was instantly smashed to pieces, and Amu lay on the ground, crumpled and trembling. His face and body were covered in blood, looking absolutely miserable.
In contrast, Lin Beichen stood there, his garments not even fluttering. His face still bore that faint smile, as if the kick just now was of no consequence to him.
He walked to Amu, looking at him lying on the ground like a dead dog and said, "What's most important when being a dog? It's the foresight. When seeing someone you can't offend, quickly tuck your tail and behave. It's obvious you as a dog don't have even that bit of foresight." With that, he shook his head and left with a sneer.
This fight left everyone stunned. As they watched Lin Beichen's departing figure, their hearts were filled with awe and fear. They knew that from today, the name Lin Beichen would leave a profound seal in their hearts.
"Ahhhh!" Scorpion Amu roared angrily, struggling to rise from the ground, his clenched fist fiercely swung at Lin Beichen. However, at that moment, he frighteningly discovered that his fist couldn't clench tight, his legs were weak, unable to stand, and the pain in his chest prevented him from straightening his waist. This bone-deep pain caused him to scream, losing the courage to strike again, only to curl up on the ground in agony.
The crowd watched this scene with astonishment, unable to believe it. This former underground boxing champion was so vulnerable in front of Lin Beichen. Luo Zisheng widened his eyes, incredulously pointing at Lin Beichen and asked, "You, who are you?"
Lin Beichen smirked contemptuously, kicking the feigning dead Scorpion Amu flying, then walked to Luo Zisheng, looking down at him and said, "I am someone you cannot provoke." Luo Zisheng trembled with anger, but was helpless. He knew well Lin Beichen's formidable strength; even Scorpion Amu was not his opponent, forcing action would likely lead to the same fate.
So, Luo Zisheng forced a smile, attempting to threaten Lin Beichen with the name of Luo Group. However, before he could finish his sentence, Lin Beichen kicked him flying ten meters away, slamming heavily on the ground, covered in blood. Luo Zisheng constantly spat blood from his mouth, his eyes filled with resentment and fear. Only then did he understand, Lin Beichen did not care about the name of Luo Group; his power had already transcended such worldly constraints.
Just then, the roar of a luxury car approached, a stylishly dressed young man disembarked from the car. Spotting Luo Zisheng on the ground moaning in pain, his face changed drastically. This young man was Luo Ziming's cousin Luo Ziming, the public face of Luo Group's blade. He roared, rushing to Luo Zisheng, demanding who dared to beat him like this.
Luo Zisheng cried out, pointing towards Lin Beichen, asking Luo Ziming for revenge. Luo Ziming angrily looked at Lin Beichen, his eyes gleaming fiercely. He stepped towards Lin Beichen, his clenched fists like hammers as he swung towards Lin Beichen's head. However, facing this aggressive punch, Lin Beichen remained unfazed, shaking his head and said, "Your life or death shouldn't be decided by me."
With that, he dodged Luo Ziming's attack with a flicker, then backhanded Luo Ziming flying. Luo Ziming fell heavily to the ground, staring at Lin Beichen in shock. He couldn't believe his eyes, that this seemingly ordinary young man possessed such formidable strength. The surrounding people were shocked again, looking at Lin Beichen with eyes filled with awe and fear.
At this moment, in their minds, Lin Beichen was no longer that ordinary young man, but a true powerhouse, someone capable of disregarding threats from Luo Group. His strength and courage had surpassed everyone's imagination, making them reassess this world.
And Luo Ziming understood his insignificance and powerlessness at this moment, struggling to get up from the ground, no longer daring to strike at Lin Beichen.
He knew he had already lost, lost completely.
And Luo Zisheng too fell into utter despair at this moment. He originally thought he could rely on Luo Ziming's power to regain face, but did not expect even Luo Ziming to be no match for Lin Beichen. He could only watch Lin Beichen leave helplessly, his heart full of endless regret and fear.
This experience would become a shadow that could never be erased in his life, making him understand what true strength and terror are.
And the surrounding people also began to leave at this moment, knowing there was nothing left worth staying for here.
The figure of Lin Beichen had already disappeared from their sight, leaving only the blood-stained ground and the Luo brothers sitting powerlessly and groaning in pain.
The world once again returned to peace, yet in everyone's hearts, a storm had already arisen.
They knew from today onwards, Port City would have a new legend, a powerhouse who could ignore threats from Luo Group—Lin Beichen.
Just as everyone thought Lin Beichen was doomed, Lin Beichen calmly raised his right hand, welcoming Luo Ziming's attack. A cold smile adorned his lips as he taunted, "Even your Luo Family's Patriarch must be respectful in front of me. You, do you really matter?"
As his words ended, an deafening collision sound erupted, Lin Beichen's fist clashing fiercely with Luo Ziming's.
Luo Ziming's sneering face instantly froze, his eyes widening, staring at Lin Beichen in utter disbelief.
Lin Beichen gave him no chance to react, immediately kicking him in the chest.
Luo Ziming flew away like a kite with a snapped string, crashing heavily to the ground, fainting.