And the fat man and Zhao Haoming could only watch him leave, their hearts filled with fear and unwillingness. They knew that from today on, this young man's name would become their eternal nightmare.
As for the old customers who previously felt pity, they were now full of awe and admiration for Lin Beichen.
After all, Lin Beichen's previous combat power was shocking, but the fat man was by no means a simple man either. His massive physique formed a stark contrast with Lin Beichen, making some worry for Lin Beichen.
"Kid, just wait and see how I'll show you who the real strong man is." The fat man roared with eyes brimming with murder, as if he wanted to swallow Lin Beichen alive, "I was born with divine power and have been cultivating in the martial arts hall for years. One punch can smash a bull to death."
Speaking, he swung his fist fiercely towards Lin Beichen.
That casserole-sized fist was like a meteor, carrying destructive power towards Lin Beichen.
As the fat man moved, his muscles bulged crazily, his clothes instantly shredded, revealing steel-like skin.
This sight left everyone dumbfounded; they had never seen such powerful strength.
Some even had weak knees, as if suppressed by an invisible force.
However, in the face of this catastrophic punch, Lin Beichen showed no fear. He clenched his fist, equally swung towards the fat man, while a cold smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "Showing off your strength in front of me? You really don't know the height of the sky."
"Boom!"
The two fists collided with a deafening bang. Immediately, the sound of bones shattering could be heard, making everyone's heart tremble.
"Ah hahahaha!" Zhao Haoming laughed wildly, "Kid, your hand must be broken by now? This is what you get for offending me!"
However, his laughter abruptly stopped. Because he saw the fat man's face twisted in pain while Lin Beichen still stood firm, showing no different expressions.
"Ah!" The fat man screamed miserably, his right hand limp, obviously losing combat power. Yet Lin Beichen took advantage and kicked the fat man away.
The fat man's massive body flew through the air in an arc before crashing heavily against the wall.
That sturdy stone wall was actually cracked! As the fat man landed, he was bleeding from head wounds, his mouth and eyes askew, looking utterly pathetic.
As for Lin Beichen? He still stood calmly in place, seemingly having everything under control. He smiled faintly and said: "One must have self-awareness, or you'll end up like this."
Seeing this scene, Zhao Haoming was completely flustered.
He originally thought the fat man could easily resolve Lin Beichen but it seemed he overestimated.
This seemingly ordinary young man actually had such terrifying strength!
"Who, who exactly are you?" Zhao Haoming asked tremblingly.
He was completely shocked by Lin Beichen's strength, even began doubting his own existence.
"Who am I? You're not worthy to know." Lin Beichen glanced coldly at Zhao Haoming, eyes filled with contempt and disdain, "But I can tell you, you've offended someone you shouldn't have offended."
Saying this, he dialed a phone: "Hello? Help me get in touch with Shadow Media's boss, tell him to show up in front of me immediately."
Then he reported his location and added: "Tell him his son caused trouble and he better come handle it."
Everyone froze again, they couldn't imagine this young man dared to arrogantly contact Shadow Media's boss directly!
One must know, that's a big figure in Port City! Who exactly is this youth to act like this!
This moment, Zhao Haoming was already slumped on the ground, face showing desperate expressions.
He knew this time he indeed hit a wall, and this wall wasn't something he could afford to mess with.
Before he could finish his sentence, Lin Beichen reached out like a lightning bolt, gripping Zhao Haoming's neck, lifting him entirely off the ground like a chick.
"Smack!" A crisp sound, Zhao Haoming's swollen face was slapped again by Lin Beichen, becoming purple instantly. Lin Beichen looked at him with an expressionless face, voice cold: "When I don't let you speak, you'd better shut your mouth."
He finished speaking and dropped Zhao Haoming heavily on the ground, then stepped on his face.
Zhao Haoming only felt breathless, yet beside his ear came Lin Beichen's eerie voice: "Stay obediently here, don't move. Otherwise, I wouldn't mind showing you more."
More? Zhao Haoming instinctively looked at his bleeding lower body, the pain increased several folds at once. He hurriedly clamped his legs tight, not even daring to breathe heavily, heart filled with terror.
Just then, Zhao Haoming's phone suddenly rang. Trembling hands, he connected the call, a furious voice came from inside: "You ungrateful child! What have you done?! Get over to Mr. Lin and apologize immediately!"
This voice was exceptionally angry, even carried a hint of panic, as if Zhao Haoming offended some incredible large figure. Zhao Haoming froze, he stared wide-eyed at Lin Beichen, full of disbelief.
"How... how is this possible?" He shouted agitatedly into the phone, "How could this pretty boy possibly have your number? This must be fake!"
He finished speaking, harshly threw the phone onto the ground then stomped it, crushing it to pieces. However, at that moment, a Maserati suddenly stopped outside, its door opened, and a long-legged beauty stepped out.
Everyone's attention was drawn to the sudden beauty, including Lin Beichen. She had shoulder-length hair, wore a light purple cheongsam, revealing white tender long legs, her refined yet seductive face was stunning.
"Sis!" Seeing the person, Zhao Haoming cried out immediately, he pointed at Lin Beichen and shouted to the long-legged beauty just alighted, "It's this guy who injured me, he even wants to kill me!"
Yet, the long-legged beauty ignored him, walking straight to Lin Beichen instead. With a faint smile on her face, she spoke to Lin Beichen: "Mr. Lin, I've already taught my brother a lesson. Can you let this matter go this time?"
Hearing this, everyone was shocked. They widened their eyes, looking at the long-legged beauty lowering herself before Lin Beichen, disbelieving their own eyes. This beauty was actually Shadow Media's financial director and Hua Financial's president's daughter—Zhao Lirong!
At this moment Zhao Lirong was bowing down to Lin Beichen? Totally inconceivable! Known as the thorn rose!
Lin Beichen gazed at Zhao Lirong gently and smiled: "Your Zhao Family indeed knows how to adapt with circumstances. Since you said so, insisting further would make me unreasonable."
He paused and continued, "However, one must stand for a beating, admit mistakes for punishment. Your brother's threats I can overlook but what he did to her can't be simply ignored."
Saying this, he reached out pushing Zheng Qian from hiding, "Do you know how much psychological trauma your brother caused her? I think thirty million compensation is quite a reasonable number."
This statement made everyone take a cold breath, thirty million, simply astronomical!
Yet Lin Beichen spoke so lightly as if it were a small sum, this audacity is admirable.
And Zhao Lirong after hearing the number just slightly frowned but then nodded agreeing which was equally astonishing.
Now, how could Mr. Lin make such a bold demand? His requested compensation, was thirty million, not three thousand dollars.
Looking at Zhao Haoming's bruised plight, though he deserved it, the compensation should seemingly be reversed right?