Everyone was stunned, looking at Zhang Heming, who had fallen to the ground, and Lin Beichen, standing calmly. Their hearts were filled with shock and disbelief.
This seemingly ordinary young man possessed such terrifying strength that even the Double Flower Red Staff, Zhang Heming, was no match for him! It was truly unbelievable!
Lin Beichen stood calmly, showing no sign of panic in the face of Zhang Heming's thunderous punch.
Such strength and power indeed live up to the reputation of the Double Flower Red Staff, leaving people in awe.
However, Chen Yuanyuan felt a cold sweat for Lin Beichen in her heart, afraid that this unexpected hero would fall just like that.
"This kid won't really get beaten to death, will he?" Chen Yuanyuan secretly worried in her heart.
Zhang Heming's fist was already approaching Lin Beichen's forehead, the intense killing intent seemingly igniting the air.
However, at this critical moment, Lin Beichen suddenly extended his own fist and met it in a seemingly casual manner.
"You dare to be arrogant in front of me with such trash?" Lin Beichen sneered, and his fist collided fiercely with Zhang Heming's.
"Bang!" A loud noise erupted, and strong air currents exploded at the point of contact between the two fists.
Immediately following, a shrill scream rang out, but it was not Lin Beichen; it was Zhang Heming.
Everyone looked in astonishment to see Zhang Heming's fist already distorted and deformed, clearly with shattered bones.
Yet Lin Beichen still stood calmly, as if the strike just now was merely a trivial matter to him.
Qian Zihao's previously arrogant smile had now frozen on his face, unable to believe his eyes.
How could this be? Zhang Heming was defeated by just one punch from Lin Beichen?
Yet what terrified him even more was that Lin Beichen was now slowly walking towards him, with an icy gaze that sent chills down his spine.
"What do you want to do?" Qian Zihao asked, his voice trembling.
"Do what?" Lin Beichen sneered, "Weren't you very arrogant just now? Weren't you going to watch me get crushed bit by bit? What's wrong now? Chickened out?"
Saying that, Lin Beichen grabbed Qian Zihao by the collar and lifted him entirely.
At this moment, Qian Zihao felt his breathing becoming difficult, and he looked at Lin Beichen with horror, afraid that he would lose his life in the next second.
"Let me tell you, some people are not to be messed with." Lin Beichen said coldly, "And I am one of them."
After speaking, he casually threw Qian Zihao to the ground and then turned to walk towards Chen Yuanyuan.
Chen Yuanyuan was completely shocked by Lin Beichen's power, staring at him as if looking at a mythical figure.
"Let's go." Lin Beichen said softly.
Chen Yuanyuan nodded, obediently following behind Lin Beichen. She knew that from now on, this man would be her protector, her savior.
As for Qian Zihao, Zhang Heming, and the others, they could only watch helplessly as Lin Beichen and Chen Yuanyuan left, filled with fear and reluctance but powerless.
Because they knew the gap between themselves and Lin Beichen was too great, so great that they didn't even have the courage to chase after him.
Lin Beichen left this place of right and wrong with Chen Yuanyuan, with little turmoil in his heart.
For him, this was just a small episode in his life.
However, he did not know that this event would stir up a huge storm in Port City. His name would spread because of it.
In the following days, Lin Beichen's name swept through the entire Port City like a hurricane.
No matter the scions of noble families or street hooligans, everyone knew of him. His deeds became legend; his power was mythologized. And those who once opposed him could only shiver in corners, afraid of him coming to settle old scores.
Qian Zihao was now like a drowned rat, tears and snot streaming, his former arrogance completely vanished.
In the face of this sudden upheaval, he was as helpless as a child, only begging instinctively to spare his life.
The surroundings fell silent, while Da Boli and the others watched the scene in shock, as if in a dream.
At this moment, a black SUV roared onto the scene, breaking this standoff atmosphere.
The car door opened, and a lean young man hurriedly stepped down.
He scanned around, his face suddenly changing, gloomy as water.
When he saw Qian Zihao's miserable state, a barely perceptible smile flashed in his eyes, quickly overshadowed by anger.
"Fourth brother, who did this?" the lean young man shouted, his voice full of killing intent.
He hugged Qian Zihao tightly, full of brotherly affection.
However, in this warmth, Qian Zihao felt unprecedented cold.
Qian Zihao exaggerated his experiences, finally pointing at Lin Beichen with gritted teeth, "Second brother, it was him! Not only did he humiliate me, but he also threatened to wipe out our whole Qian Family."
The lean young man heard this, his gaze shot at Lin Beichen like a knife.
However, after scrutinizing Lin Beichen's face, his anger instantly froze, replaced by an indescribable complex expression.
He cursed inwardly; why did this idiot provoke this person?
At this moment, Da Boli and the others also recognized the lean young man's identity—Qian Family's second son, Qian Zijie. They were terrified, fully aware of this big shot's terrifying nature.
Yet what happened next left them even more stunned.
Qian Zijie suddenly turned and punched Qian Zihao in the face.
This punch was forceful, instantly knocking Qian Zihao unconscious.
Then he began a brutal beating, leaving Qian Zihao a bloody and pitiful mess.
"You bastard!" Qian Zijie roared, "Who told you to disrespect Mr. Lin? I'll beat you to death, you blind fool!"
He continued beating Qian Zihao, as if venting all his anger on this pathetic scapegoat.
Everyone was terrified into silence; Da Boli and several girls turned pale, trembling with fear.
They couldn't understand why Qian Zijie would suddenly be so harsh on Qian Zihao, so contrary to reason.
Yet, even harder to believe, after beating Qian Zihao, Qian Zijie turned and showed Lin Beichen a respectful smile, "Young Master Lin, this unworthy brat has been dealt with. Are you satisfied with this outcome?" His tone oozed with humility and flattery, altogether different from his previous fierceness.
Apart from the gentle breeze and the sound of heartbeats, the surroundings were silent. Da Boli and others widened their eyes, as if witnessing something unimaginable.
Chen Feng even slapped himself hard to make sure he was not dreaming.
Qian Zijie, the second son of the Qian Family, actually beat up his own brother in front of everyone and then apologized to an apparently ordinary young man? It was utterly absurd!
Everyone's minds were full of doubts; did this young man have some deep hidden background?
Otherwise, how could the always ruthless Qian Zijie back down so easily?
"We... haven't met before, have we?" Lin Beichen tilted his head, thought for a moment, and asked Qian Zijie, "How do you know me?"
Qian Zijie wiped the sweat from his forehead, forcing out a smile, "I... I heard of your deeds from my father. You brought glory to the nation on the battlefield, a model for our generation." His words seemed sincere, as if truly admiring.
But Lin Beichen looked a bit impatient, "Alright, alright, spare me the flattery."
Qian Zijie dared not say more, hurriedly nodding in agreement.
He felt secretly fortunate, glad the old man had warned him beforehand to be respectful and keep his distance from this illustrious figure just back from a mission.