Chapter 385: You Win
"Lin Tian, what are you doing!"
Liou Qingcheng was anxious. She really couldn’t imagine how Lin Tian could say such a thing.
You’re going to fight thirty people wielding knives alone? Are you nuts?
Lin Tian stood still, ignoring everyone’s words, because he knew that arguing with over thirty people was pointless.
The best way to prove himself was to wait until the fight, and then not hold back.
"You said the boss supports me, can you make that decision?" Lin Tian looked at Zhou Mi and asked.
If I knock everyone down, and Zhou Mi is just a small leader, won’t I have wasted my effort?
"Tch." Zhou Mi sneered and said, "Don’t worry about that, I can definitely make the decision. But first, take them down."
"That’s good." Lin Tian nodded nonchalantly.
Liou Qingcheng thought Lin Tian was crazy. She jumped in front of Lin Tian with her arms spread wide, blocking him with her body, and said, "I won’t let you go. Are you out of your mind? You can’t win."
Lin Tian enjoyed Liou Qingcheng’s concern, but when she spread her arms wide, her chest became quite eye-catching.
Lin Tian’s eyes inadvertently glanced at Liou Qingcheng’s chest.
Majestic, upright, it made one’s imagination wander.
Liou Qingcheng also felt Lin Tian’s intrusive gaze and immediately blushed. She protected her chest with her hands and shot a fierce glance at Lin Tian with her beautiful eyes.
At a time like this, this scoundrel still has the mind to think about that!
"Hehe." Lin Tian awkwardly averted his gaze, knowing that his direct stare was indeed inappropriate.
Zhou Mi was furious. She slammed her hand on the table again and shouted loudly, "Flirting at a time like this? Brothers, get him!"
At Zhou Mi’s command, the members of the Feihong Association rushed forward, brandishing their blades as they charged.
Lin Tian pulled Liou Qingcheng behind him and stepped forward to meet them.
Lin Tian initially thought these people wielding blades were just bluffing and wouldn’t actually cut.
But as he got closer, he realized he was terribly wrong. Not only did they dare to cut, but they were also vicious.
How does it feel to be surrounded by over thirty people waving blades?
Lin Tian was stunned. Damn, they really are cutting. Are these people thugs or students? How are they fiercer than Du Dahai’s men?
But Lin Tian quickly noticed that they weren’t really aiming to kill him. They wouldn’t harm vitally.
Most of those blades were just meant to intimidate him, rarely actually swinging. They mostly used fists and feet. Besides, even when the blades swung at vital points, it was mostly at his arms or thighs.
So it was just borrowing the tiger’s might with the fox’s tricks.
No matter how vicious they pretended to be, in Lin Tian’s eyes, their movements were ridiculously slow and not threatening.
Lin Tian stepped back, then sidestepped to the left, easily evading all blades, fists, and feet. After that... he turned and ran.
Everyone was dumbfounded. He was just menacing a moment ago, why is he running now?
"Weren’t you going to knock us out? Why run? Brothers, get him."
The first round of attacks didn’t even touch Lin Tian’s clothes, which immediately angered them. As Lin Tian fled, they instinctively chased him.
With Lin Tian’s speed, he normally couldn’t be caught, but if he intentionally slowed down to give them some opportunities, they would chase after him desperately.
Lin Tian intended to play with them a bit longer, to tire them out and then deal with them all together.
But the room’s space was so cramped. Soon, Lin Tian was surrounded from all sides.
Spouting profanities, Feihong Association members waved blades in one hand and swung punches with the other as they all attacked Lin Tian.
Lin Tian immediately covered his head with both hands and crouched down.
This pose, during a beating, was used to protect the head and face.
Once this action appeared, it meant being at others’ mercy was imminent.
The Feihong Association members were delighted.
Didn’t expect this kid to be so cowardly when faced with blades, running and covering his face.
Just then, Lin Tian squeezed into the crowd. He pushed his way to the center of the crowd.
Lin Tian chose a very tricky angle to penetrate—the center of the crowd.
"He’s here!" someone shouted, attracting everyone’s attention.
Everyone turned around, and when they saw Lin Tian, the center of the crowd erupted.
They saw Lin Tian continuously throwing punches in the crowd, every punch hitting someone in the face or stomach.
Soon, the room was filled with wails of pain.
Because Lin Tian was in the very center of the crowd, those hit by his punches had nowhere to dodge, taking each punch with their bodies.
The Feihong Association members wanted to slash Lin Tian, but since he was in the very center, using blades would most likely injure their own men.
Despicable!
This was the thought in every Feihong Association member’s mind.
Lin Tian’s speed was fast, and the people in front of him were almost all knocked to the ground with a single punch. They either clutched their stomachs or faces, wailing miserably.
At this time, the people behind Lin Tian also threw punches, secretly attacking.
Lin Tian couldn’t see, but he knew very well someone was making a move behind him.
He quickly stepped forward, dodging the sneaky moves behind, while his hands reached forward, grabbing two people by the neck, lifting them up, and flinging them backward.
The two were immediately hurled, crashing down on a group of people.
With this series of moves, Lin Tian quickly took down half of the Feihong Association members.
The remaining half, holding blades, looked at him with hesitation.
How did half of them fall in just a few blinks?
They were at a loss, unsure if they should continue opposing Lin Tian. Clearly not a match!
Lin Tian couldn’t care less about what others thought; his steps and punches never stopped.
A sudden sprint forward, then a side kick, harshly hitting two people’s faces.
The two swayed in place and fell down.
Zhou Mi’s eyes never left Lin Tian, but she simply couldn’t understand how all her people ended up on the ground so suddenly.
Moreover, this guy seemed to get more and more vigorous, chasing several people around the room, catching up with either a punch or a kick. In any case, whoever got hit would definitely be on the ground, wailing endlessly.
Liou Qingcheng also instinctively stared with wide eyes and open mouth, looking shocked.
How could Lin Tian fight like this?
And what started as a brawl now seemed like a farce with him involved.
Finally, Zhou Mi couldn’t help but shout: "Stop! You win!"