Anger surged within him like a tide, rushing to his head. Sun Ningzhou struggled to get up from the ground, leaning against the car to barely stand steady. He glared at Lin Beichen and roared, "I want you to live in hell!" His image, at this moment, was like a raging beast, causing great panic among the crowd.
Especially those women, like the bikini-clad ones, who were terrified by his frantic demeanor. They looked up at Lin Beichen, their faces filled with amazement and fear. The female property manager was even more frightened, her face pale, lips trembling, and she staggered back two steps before sitting down heavily on the ground.
The surrounding people were thinking about how this seemingly ordinary young man dared to strike so ruthlessly against someone like Sun Ningzhou, a second-generation elite. Was he not afraid of the Sun Group’s retaliation? It was simply suicidal behavior. In their eyes, Lin Beichen was doomed, and no one could save him.
At this time, Zhao Lili also froze. She stared blankly at Lin Beichen, her shock no less than that of others. Although she knew Lin Beichen was now rich and drove a luxurious car, her impression of him remained stuck in his shy teenage years. She could never have imagined that Lin Beichen would become so formidable and fierce.
Just then, a big fat man in an oversized suit came waddling out of the neighborhood. After scanning the scene, he turned to the security team leader and said, "Old Li, what is going on here?" The security team leader quickly explained the situation.
After listening, the fat man’s face turned grim as he said to the security team leader, "Since these aren’t residents causing a ruckus here, you should drive them away." He was about to have the security team leader take action when he suddenly noticed the car and the license plate beside Lin Beichen. His expression changed slightly, and he walked to the car to take a careful look before turning his gaze to Sun Ningzhou.
"Are you Young Master Sun?" the fat man asked shakily, his lips quivering. Sun Ningzhou shot him a glare and said coldly, "What do you think?" This tone and demeanor instantly confirmed the fat man’s recognition of Sun Ningzhou’s identity. A wave of fear surged within him; this was, after all, the young master of the Jiangdong Sun Group!
"Young Master Sun, you’ve suffered," the fat man said, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead, "I can’t believe some senseless fool would dare to beat you like this!" Internally, he cursed the bastard who dared to cause such a big commotion on his turf.
Sun Ningzhou wiped the blood off his face while asking, "Are you the manager here?" The fat man answered respectfully, "Yes, my surname is Zhang." Sun Ningzhou pointed at Lin Beichen, "That little bastard almost beat me to death; what do you think should be done now?" His gaze was cold and ruthless, making Manager Zhang shiver.
Manager Zhang could almost envision the tragic outcome if he didn’t handle this matter well: losing his job, family falling apart, running like a stray dog... He straightened up quickly and shouted, "Rest assured, I’ll have this bastard caught and turned over to you for punishment!" Then he turned around and yelled at the security team leader, "What are you waiting for? Hurry up and capture this son of a bitch!"
With his command, a dozen security guards immediately surrounded Lin Beichen.
Each of these guards was muscular and armed with electric batons, seeming quite formidable.
Yet what happened next left everyone utterly shocked. Lin Beichen moved like lightning among the guards, accompanied by screams of agony as they fell to the ground one by one, while Lin Beichen stood unharmed where he was. This scene left Sun Ningzhou’s expression completely frozen, eyes wide open, mouth agape, staring at Lin Beichen in disbelief, hardly able to believe his own eyes. The onlookers too were wide-eyed, mouths agape, faces full of amazement and disbelief.
They looked at this young man with shock and awe in their hearts; the strength he displayed had far surpassed their imagination.
Yet Lin Beichen remained calm. He walked slowly to Sun Ningzhou, looking at him with a detached expression, and said, "My identity is beyond your comprehension. You are merely the dregs of society."
As he spoke, he reached out and grabbed Sun Ningzhou by the neck.
Sun Ningzhou’s body, weighing over 200 pounds, was easily lifted by him.
At this moment, Sun Ningzhou was completely subdued by the strength Lin Beichen exhibited, looking at Lin Beichen with a face full of fear, his heart filled with despair. The surrounding crowd was stunned by this scene; they looked at Lin Beichen with hearts full of awe and admiration.
Sun Ningzhou’s face was as pale as a sheet, lips turning blue, his body trembled uncontrollably like a sieve. Fear and despair were the only emotions left in his heart. His mind was blank, driven only by the instinct to survive, tears and snot flowing uncontrollably. He pitifully begged Lin Beichen, "Please, don’t kill me."
"Spare me, I’ll give you whatever you want," Sun Ningzhou’s voice was trembling and desperate, eager to save his own life, continuously promising Lin Beichen. At this moment, there was no trace of his previous arrogance and swagger; he was completely like someone weak and bullied.
Just then, a Mercedes car sped out from the neighborhood. The driver mumbled in dissatisfaction upon seeing the crowd ahead, then got out to check the situation. Everyone looked up, only to see a burly, muscular man with a prominent scar running from his neck to his arm, adding a fierce aura. This was none other than Wu Kuang, Vice President of Tianyuan Property Company.
Wu Kuang’s appearance drew all the women’s attention at the scene. His tall stature, handsome appearance, along with his expensive car, undoubtedly made him the focal point of many. Sun Ningzhou, upon seeing Wu Kuang, felt like he was grasping a lifeline and pointed at him to shout at Lin Beichen, "See him? He’s assigned by my dad to protect me. If you dare touch me, he absolutely won’t let you off!"
However, Lin Beichen remained unfazed by Sun Ningzhou’s threats. He looked coldly at Wu Kuang, a mocking smile curling at the corner of his mouth. Wu Kuang felt somewhat guilty under Lin Beichen’s gaze, quickly trotting over to Sun Ningzhou to ask what had happened. Upon learning Lin Beichen had injured Sun Ningzhou, Wu Kuang’s expression immediately turned grim.
He turned and kicked Manager Zhang, berating, "How do you manage this place? How can you let Young Master Sun get hurt?" Manager Zhang staggered but didn’t dare utter a word of complaint. Wu Kuang then glared at Lin Beichen, saying viciously, "No matter who you are, you’ve dishonored me by hurting Young Master Sun. Today, let your blood meet blood!"
With that, Wu Kuang pulled out his phone and made a call. Before long, a tall, bald man with a shiny head came speeding on a motorcycle. This was none other than the third-place winner of the recent underground black boxing tournament in Port City—Iron Head. Iron Head removed his helmet and respectfully greeted Wu Kuang. Wu Kuang pointed at Lin Beichen and said to Iron Head, "It’s this kid who hurt Young Master Sun. You know what to do?"
Iron Head nodded, loosened up his muscles a bit, then walked towards Lin Beichen. He looked Lin Beichen up and down, sneered, "Kid, you sure have some skills. But meeting me is your bad luck. Let me teach you how to behave today!" With that, he suddenly lunged forward towards Lin Beichen, swinging his fist at Lin Beichen’s face.
However, facing Iron Head’s attack, Lin Beichen remained unperturbed. He lightly sidestepped to evade Iron Head’s punch, then backhanded a slap across Iron Head’s face. Iron Head staggered from the slap, almost falling to the ground. He stared wide-eyed at Lin Beichen in disbelief, saying, "How...how could you dodge my attack?"