Chapter 053: Black Humor

Seeing yet another rich young man get beaten, the crowd of over a hundred spectators felt that today was truly an eye-opener. They had seen impressive displays before, but never anything quite so audacious.

The collision between a head and a beer bottle, while not as tragic as a futile effort, was nearly so.

Watching Hu Bin look like a drowned rat, the hundred-plus people present couldn’t help but shiver, imagining how painful it must be.

“What a pity for such a handsome young man!” sighed a mature woman seated in a nearby booth. The female office worker beside her, who had flirted with both Lin Yu and Wang Yan, had her face change drastically. She had originally wanted to get a few people to take revenge on Lin Yu, maybe rough him up a bit, but now, seeing this, she was utterly stunned.

“They even have guns—are these real gangsters?” she muttered under her breath.

“Keep going,” Lin Yu ordered coldly as Lian Jin hesitated after finishing with Hu Bin.

“Which one should I hit?” Lian Jin looked at Lin Yu in confusion.

“All except that one and that one—everyone else gets a bottle,” Lin Yu pointed first at Lin Lie, then at Zhang Hongkai.

After Lin Yu finished speaking, a group of spoiled young men turned pale. Under the ambiguous lighting, these usually arrogant sons of privilege looked genuinely flustered.

They had grown up always hitting others, tormenting others, but rarely suffered bullying themselves, let alone beatings. So these pampered scions were truly scared now.

But status determines choice. Faced with the threat to their lives, the relatively precocious bunch decided to keep silent and grit their teeth. They even tried to comfort themselves with the thought: Well, Zhang Yang got it worse, so what’s a little pain for us?

“Lin Yu! I just came along with them, I didn’t hit your friend earlier!” protested a young man in a black tank top, his yellow Mohawk standing out, stepping forward to plead his case.

“Regret now? Too late. You were the fastest one charging at us earlier. You deserve it.”

Lin Yu’s icy words were like a Supreme Court’s final judgment; as soon as he spoke, Lian Jin smashed another bottle.

“Ah!”

With a crisp crack, the black tank top youth who had just protested let out a howl, clutching his head and squatting on the ground. Looking closely, blood was already trickling from his scalp. Clearly, Lian Jin showed no mercy.

The audience enjoyed the spectacle, and Lian Jin enjoyed it even more.

He felt that smashing beer bottles over so many rich kids was more thrilling than getting rich. Just as a soldier who doesn’t want to be a general is not a good soldier, there’s no hoodlum who doesn’t dream of being the boss.

Lian Jin was no exception. In this brief hour tonight, he had first suffered the humiliation of having his girlfriend taken from him, and now he was venting that frustration—it was the peak of exhilaration. In this moment, he felt like a boss, no, the second-in-command. But the word “second” seemed a bit... so he pushed away the thought.

Smash! Smash! Smash!

With each sharp sound, the group of spoiled young men finally understood what it meant to bear the unbearable lightness of being.

Desolation spread across the field—such was the scene.

Seeing each young man clutching his head and collapsing, everyone present gasped repeatedly, quietly commenting on how ruthless the young man with the gun was.

As for Lian Jin, who suppressed his glee and kept it from showing on his face, he wasn’t discussed much. Everyone saw him as just a pawn.

Soon, in the center of the hall, in front of the bar, only two remained unscathed—Lin Lie and Zhang Hongkai.

On the bar, Munich Strong still had three bottles left. These two were truly frightened, for they had seen firsthand that those struck with a bottle suffered but a moment’s pain.

Zhang Yang, who had taken two bottles, was already unconscious, perhaps with a concussion or worse.

“Which one next?” With only two left, Lian Jin wondered who to hit first. He was completely unleashed now—whether he hit one or ten, it made no difference. Might as well enjoy himself fully.

“Hit that one first,” Lin Yu pointed at Lin Lie, then added coldly, “Two bottles.”

“Damn!” Lin Lie, already knowing he couldn’t escape, was so tense that hearing “two bottles” stunned him. He couldn’t help but shout, “Lin Yu, have you thought about the consequences? Let me put it this way—you’re finished.”

“Consequences? Let God worry about consequences. I only know that among everyone here, you’re the only one who knows Zhang Zhilong.”

Lin Yu replied with disdain. In his previous life, he feared Lin Lie, but in this one, that fear was gone.

“Alright!” Lian Jin responded, grabbing two bottles of Munich Strong and smashing them over Lin Lie’s head.

Crack! Crack! With two sharp sounds, Lin Lie swayed, then collapsed limply to the floor, clearly knocked out.

Now only Zhang Hongkai remained. Seeing only one beer left on the bar, he inexplicably felt relieved. Compared to Lin Lie, who took two hits, he almost felt lucky.

But before he could enjoy the thought, Lin Yu’s deep voice rang out: “Waiter, bring me ten more bottles!”

“Damn!” Hearing Lin Yu call for ten more, Zhang Hongkai shuddered, nearly fainting from fright.

The group of young men, clutching their heads on the ground, despite their pain, burst out laughing.

The hundred-plus spectators and the waitress behind the bar couldn’t help but smile as well. If he really took ten bottles, wouldn’t that send him straight to the King of Hell?

Even Lian Jin, who had been suppressing his glee, couldn’t help but laugh, giving Zhang Hongkai an increasingly playful look.

Seeing Zhang Hongkai, who had been the most arrogant half an hour ago, now trembling where he stood, Lian Jin felt immense satisfaction. He habitually grabbed two bottles of Munich Strong, ready to strike.

But at that moment, Lin Yu, whose expression had remained calm, suddenly spoke: “Hold on. Let me ask him a few questions. If his answers aren’t good enough, then you can continue.”

“Alright, no problem,” Lian Jin replied with a smile. At this point, he still lacked the aura of a true boss, appearing as a rather understated hoodlum. If Lin Yu weren’t from the future, he would never guess Lian Jin had the potential to become a local kingpin.

“I’ll ask you a few questions. If you answer correctly, you’ll be spared a beating.”

Lin Yu addressed the nearly paralyzed Zhang Hongkai coldly, then asked, “You were the mastermind behind attacking my friend, weren’t you?”

“Uh, Brother Yu, it’s a misunderstanding. This is all just a misunderstanding…” Zhang Hongkai, nervous, rambled incoherently.

“A misunderstanding?” Lin Yu replied with a mocking smile, then said softly, “One bottle.”

At his command, Lian Jin smashed a beer bottle over Zhang Hongkai’s head.

Ignoring Zhang Hongkai’s cries and protests, Lin Yu pointed at the group of spoiled young men and continued, “Among them, who’s the most formidable?”

“Zhang Yang, Zhang Yang is the toughest… We all follow him…” Zhang Hongkai replied anxiously.

“Congratulations…” Lin Yu smiled faintly.

“Huh!” Hearing the word “congratulations,” Zhang Hongkai immediately relaxed, thinking that taking just one bottle wasn’t so bad.

But before he could enjoy it for three seconds, Lin Yu added, “Congratulations, you get another bottle!”