Chapter 149: The Return Thrust

At this moment, Lin Yu, who had been watching coldly from the sidelines, walked over to Jiang Lele's table, picked up the opened bottle of red wine, and said with a smile, "Pardon me, I'll borrow this."

When he spoke, his eyes were as deep as the twinkling stars in the night sky, making Jiang Lele feel slightly dizzy. Only when Lin Yu picked up the bottle and slowly walked toward the opposite table did she chuckle and shake her head, laughing inwardly at her own infatuation.

She thought to herself, "This guy already has three young girlfriends, all with different demeanors and equally outstanding looks and character. What business do I have getting involved?"

On the other side, Wang Feng and his furious companions wanted to make a move, but when they saw how exquisite those girls looked, they actually felt as though they had nowhere to start. In their collective experience, this situation was truly a rare occurrence.

After pondering for a few seconds and finding themselves unable to bring themselves to act, Wang Feng ordered with a dark expression, "Drag them all to the car! Take them home, and this young master will enjoy them slowly!"

"Understood, Brother Feng!"

At his command, Han Yufeng and the others immediately acknowledged and stepped forward to grab the girls.

Seeing that things were heading in an unfavorable direction, the proprietress of Grace Western Restaurant could no longer remain seated behind the bar. She stood up and said to Wang Feng, "Young Master Feng! Doing this kind of thing on our turf isn't very appropriate, is it?"

The owner of Grace Western Restaurant, Yan Xingshu, was considered a prominent figure in Bincheng, so the proprietress, Zhu Qingmei, believed the other party would at least show her some respect.

However, she severely underestimated Wang Feng's violent temper. Not only did he refuse to show her any respect, but he also cursed harshly, "Bitch, get lost!"

"You..." Never expecting to be publicly humiliated, Zhu Qingmei stood frozen on the spot.

Ever since her husband rose to prominence in recent years, she had been treated with utmost courtesy wherever she went in Bincheng, yet she never expected to be cursed at by a junior now.

"Fine, Wang Feng, you're something else." The proprietress Zhu Qingmei sat down in anger, then angrily dialed her husband Yan Xingshu's number.

"What are you standing there for? Do it! Damn it!" After cursing at Zhu Qingmei, Wang Feng saw that his subordinates still hadn't made a move, and flew into a furious rage, yelling at them.

"Smash!"

Just as he finished cursing, a bottle of decent-quality Changyu Cabernet Gernischt red wine made direct and intimate contact with his head.

Because Lin Yu swung the bottle filled with anger, he used a tremendous amount of force, and the wine bottle burst apart instantly upon hitting Wang Feng's head.

Following a crisp sound, a stream of fresh blood mixed with red wine trickled slowly down from the top of Wang Feng's head. Numerous shards of the broken bottle remained embedded in his hair, presenting a shocking and terrifying sight.

Dazed and dizzy from the bottle blow, Wang Feng took a short moment to realize that someone had ambushed him from behind. Just as he turned his head to look back, Lin Yu lifted his foot and, disregarding the broken glass fragments still in the other's hair, delivered a powerful, heavy downward axe-kick.

"Ah!"

Accompanied by a muffled, hysterical groan, Wang Feng's vision went dark, and he passed out instantly.

The thugs rushing toward Yang Zhilin and the others now realized that their boss had been beaten. One by one, they changed their targets and charged at Lin Yu.

However, Lin Yu, whose reverse scale had been touched, had already gone berserk. Before the thugs could even reach him, he resentfully stomped on Wang Feng's head once more.

Just as this stomp landed without suspense, Han Yufeng, who had been leading the charge, threw a punch. His punch was heavy and aimed straight at Lin Yu's most vulnerable nose; if it landed, the consequences would be unimaginable.

Sensing the danger of the strike, Lin Yu instantly sidestepped to dodge it. This time, he did not immediately launch a counterattack, instead steadying himself for a moment.

Although high skill breeds boldness, he had to be cautious for fear of capsizing in the gutter, as he was unfamiliar with the capabilities of these individuals. If any of them matched his own strength, this fight would be truly difficult to handle, especially since the western restaurant was not particularly spacious and somewhat restricted his movements.

If he were alone, Lin Yu would naturally have no such worries, but the current situation required him to ensure the safety of the three women and protect them from even the slightest harm.

As Lin Yu dodged the blow, Wang Feng's other four henchmen also rushed over. They were all young and strong lads, and their joint charge carried quite a bit of momentum.

Seeing them unleash flying kicks in an attempt to secure a steady victory, Lin Yu turned and ran.

Before he had run more than a few steps, the high-spirited thugs behind him began to smirk one by one. Directly ahead of Lin Yu was a wall covered in dark gray wallpaper, leaving him nowhere to run.

"Get him! Brothers, you go deal with him first, let me check on Brother Feng." Believing victory was already in their grasp, Han Yufeng—who had heavy facial hair but a cowardly heart—retreated to the rear to check Wang Feng's pulse.

After testing with his finger, his mind was put at ease, knowing Wang Feng was fine. He came from a family with a little money, but he was certainly no young master from a wealthy household. Clinging to Wang Feng as a big tree was not easy, and he certainly didn't want the guy to be beaten to death so easily.

Just as he let out a sigh of relief, however, he instantly felt a gust of wind accompanied by a whooshing sound kicking toward his face. Failing to dodge in time, the bridge of his nose was shattered instantly. A stream of dark red, viscous blood gushed out continuously.

The one who delivered the kick was naturally Qi Yue, who possessed a foundation in Taekwondo. Seeing that Lin Yu was being chased and forced to flee, she had been consumed with worry and could no longer refrain from taking action.

Having landed the first strike, Qi Yue immediately launched a new round of attacks against the bleeding-nosed Han Yufeng. This time, she aimed for his lower body.

Having regained his composure, Han Yufeng endured the pain in his nose and viciously swept his leg toward the direction the girl was kicking, intending to rely on a man's superior explosive power to go toe-to-toe with her. He thought to himself, how much force could a soft, cute girl possibly have?

Yet he never expected that Qi Yue was a fierce little warrior who had practiced Taekwondo for several years, and her previous kick had merely been a tentative feint.

The moment Han Yufeng swung his thigh and his center of gravity shifted to his supporting leg, Qi Yue swiftly retracted her feinting right leg, turned it into her supporting foot, and violently kicked her left leg directly at his weight-bearing leg.

Because Han Yufeng had swung his leg with too much force, he was unable to shift his center of gravity back in time and was struck squarely in the knee joint. The excruciating pain in his knee nearly brought him down to a single knee.

Taekwondo was inherently the art of kicking and attacking. Landing another successful blow, Qi Yue followed up with a thrusting motion, kicking straight toward Han Yufeng's face.

At this critical moment, Han Yufeng inexplicably had no idea how to dodge, and merely blinked his eyes repeatedly, looking utterly bizarre. This hesitation caused him to take yet another heavy blow.

Whether by coincidence or because of the precise spot the girl aimed at, after this strike landed, the tall and robust young man Han Yufeng collapsed limply to the ground.

Witnessing Qi Yue's occasional flashes of fierce pugnacity, Xiao Qiwei broke out in a cold sweat. In her eyes, the girl was usually just a cute friend who alternated between being flamboyant, spoiled, willful, and prone to blushing.

Meanwhile, Yang Zhilin, with a slightly chilling expression, kept her gaze firmly locked on the direction where Lin Yu stood.