Chapter 11: Who is Lin Lin? (From today, there will be two chapters released daily)

Inside the bar, two groups were locked in a tense standoff.

Jiang Yong was already seated on the sofa, surrounded by more than twenty men who guarded him closely. The tables and chairs around them were in ruin, drinks spilled everywhere, creating a scene of utter chaos.

Jiang Yong’s anger burned fiercely within him.

He had coveted Tian Li for a long time—her beautiful face, fiery personality, and perfect figure, each trait exactly to his taste. And then there was Tian Li’s close friend, Lin Lin, whom he desired even more.

But Tian Li was cautious, rarely letting anyone truly get close to her, despite enjoying the nightlife. Lin Lin was even harder to approach; it was said that even getting near her was a challenge, and she had a habit of beating up any man who dared to try.

Impatience would not win the prize. Jiang Yong had originally decided to proceed step by step, starting with Tian Li. Yesterday, he finally seized an opportunity, drugged her, and was on the verge of success—only to be inexplicably kicked into a wall and left in the hospital for the night.

The kick from Hua Tianyu yesterday hadn’t used internal force, so his organs weren’t damaged, but a terrifying bruise in the shape of a footprint was clearly visible on his abdomen.

Every step stretched that wound, making Jiang Yong grit his teeth in pain.

He was determined to settle this score; as soon as he recovered, he would seek revenge.

But he neither knew Hua Tianyu nor had any idea where to find him, so how could he exact his vengeance?

At that moment, his two scheming advisors—one fat, one thin—offered a suggestion: yesterday, the man had repeatedly asked for Lin Lin, so finding Lin Lin would surely lead them to him. Moreover, everyone knew that Tian Li and Lin Lin frequented only one place—the Starry Speech Bar, famous in the Northern District. Even if the man escaped, the bar would remain.

It was a brilliant plan. Jiang Yong immediately sent the thin advisor to Yongxing Hall at the Jiang Family Martial Arts School, gathering over twenty men. Once assembled, the fat advisor carried Jiang Yong to the bar.

Upon entering, they wasted no time smashing the place up. By the time the bar staff reacted, a quarter of the venue was already wrecked.

During the destruction, two men did not participate; they stood to the side, faces arrogant.

Jiang Yong recognized them—Jiang Bo and Yue Yongyan, his father Jiang Liliang’s prized disciples, now instructors at Yongxing Hall.

Jiang Bo was burly, his foundational skills solid since childhood, making his punches powerful. He had once punched through a sandbag while teaching.

Yue Yongyan was agile; as Jiang Liliang said, his footwork was swift as the wind, his punches invisible, always landing two blows for every one from his opponent, each strike precise and forceful.

Jiang Yong was satisfied with the thin advisor’s ability to recruit them—having these two at Starry Speech Bar turned a trivial matter into an event requiring the sharpest blades.

No, two sharp blades.

Jiang Yong sighed inwardly; had he trained diligently from a young age, not only would he have succeeded with Tian Li yesterday, but he could have beaten that man beyond recognition.

Perhaps he should start training seriously now—though he wondered if it was too late.

Forget it. He was no good in a fight, but who could stand against the sheer number of his men? In the Northern District, even just Yongxing Hall had unmatched dominance.

Jiang Bo glanced at the group of seven or eight flamboyantly dressed men and women emerging from behind the bar counter, curled his lip, and said, “Young Master Jiang, the thin advisor said there were experts here, but looking at those people, we don’t even need to step in; the others can handle them.”

He cast a sidelong glance at Jiang Yong, “The fat advisor alone could deal with them!”

Yue Yongyan nodded, “I heard the leaders are just two women. Did we really need to come over? Even if there’s some expert as the thin advisor claims, just one of us would be enough!”

The thin advisor hurried over to explain, “Brother Yue, Brother Jiang!” he said, making an exaggerated gesture, “You have no idea how strong that guy was yesterday. His kick kept Brother Yong bedridden all night. Even I can’t swallow this insult for him!”

“Bedridden for life, then, and if you can’t swallow it, you might as well swallow your last breath!” A mocking male voice suddenly sounded from behind Jiang Yong’s group, and Hua Tianyu appeared at the entrance, wearing a faint smile.

“That’s him!” The thin advisor pointed at Hua Tianyu, jumping up. “You ignored the road to heaven and walked right into hell—now you’ve come to us yourself!”

Seeing their target arrive, Jiang Yong felt no urgency; instead, he planned to savor the moment. He waved a hand at the thin advisor, stopping him from acting immediately.

“No need to rush. We have plenty of time. Not a single man here should be left standing, and the women will reward the brothers later. Tian Li, take her straight to the upstairs private room. As for him,” Jiang Yong pointed at Hua Tianyu, “bring him to me—I’ll break every bone in his body myself.”

“Brother Yong, you’re always so thoughtful!” The thin advisor seized the chance to flatter him.

“Tian Li, you’re here!” Among the group, the slender Xia Yang waved vigorously at Tian Li, “Come over here!”

“Lili, hurry! This is the safe spot!” The others, evidently on friendly terms with Tian Li, also beckoned her over.

Hua Tianyu looked over; their outfits were trendy, but he couldn’t tell who Lin Lin was.

He and Tian Li walked into the crowd, and he tossed the question to her.

“Lin Lin isn’t among them…” Tian Li herself was puzzled.

A sharp glint flashed in Hua Tianyu’s eyes. “Hmm? What’s going on?”

Tian Li grew nervous under his gaze, quickly pulling out her phone. “She should be here now, but I don’t know why she isn’t. Shall I call her?”

Hua Tianyu gently pressed her hand, his gaze softening again. “No need. We’ll deal with these scoundrels first.”

Tian Li joined the group. Xia Yang glanced nervously at Jiang Yong’s side and said, “Tian Li, you’re unlucky to come now. They’re from Yongxing Hall at the Jiang Family Martial Arts School—not people to mess with. Jiang Yong’s a scumbag; I know he’s always had his eye on you. You should leave through the back door, and call Sister Lin Lin so she doesn’t come either.”

Hua Tianyu nodded inwardly: the young man was loyal, with a good heart.

Tian Li glanced back at the Yongxing Hall crowd, anxious herself. In their group, Lin Lin was actually the best fighter, but she wasn’t here today, and the other side had overwhelming numbers.

Even if Lin Lin were here, the odds were not in their favor. As for Hua Tianyu, she only knew he was strong in bed last night, but before that, she’d been drugged and fuzzy-headed, unsure what really happened.

Besides, even if he could fight, the difference in strength between the two sides was too great. What could one person accomplish?

She stomped her foot and steeled herself. “Let’s all leave through the back door—forget the bar!”