Chapter 98 is alive and can curse.
"Oh, there are so many of you. Let me have some fun with you guys."
Lin Xingye kicked the bottom of the lamp stand and used the triangular support part to push back the scarred man who was rushing towards him.
Then he picked up the rack and smashed it on the person.
This was no different from the fights he had in school, the only difference being that before it was just him and Wen Yiqing, but this time it was just him.
But there is nothing to be afraid of. As long as you can't kill him, just beat him to death.
A group of people surrounded him in a black mass. Lin Xingye didn't care about anything and just beat up whoever he caught. He attacked indiscriminately.
He had not learned any special moves, relying entirely on the experience he had accumulated and a fierce determination to not care about his life.
He has been very strong since he was a child. With one kick, he broke two of Scarface's ribs.
Although he was strong, there were more people on the other side.
Two fists cannot fight four hands, let alone more than forty hands, each holding a knife.
Fortunately, he had the advantage of location and was standing at the door, so the group of people couldn't rush over at once.
Several people came up, but were beaten back with bruises on their faces.
It looks like a one-man-stand-alone-man-stand against ten thousand men.
His cell phone was ringing, but he had no time to answer it.
It rang for a while, then stopped, and then continued to ring.
The rapid ringing of the bell became a unique background music. The man in the sportswear moved among a group of men in suits, snatched someone's knife, and slashed at them.
He was so angry that he was cursing as he chopped.
Damn it, did he blow up someone's ancestral grave? He called so many people to deal with him.
…
The battle lasted for a long time. Of the twenty or so men in black, less than half were still able to fight and all of them were injured.
Lin Xingye was still standing at the door, his back, chest, arms, and thighs covered in cuts.
His hands, body, and face were all covered in blood, and it was impossible to tell whose it was.
But he still stood there, not afraid at all, and even pretended to be cool.
His eyes were red, and there was a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth. One hand was supporting the door frame, and the other hand hung naturally, holding a knife. Deep red blood slid down the blade to the tip of the knife, dripping onto the ground.
"Do you have enough people? Do you want to call for some backup?"
A group of people gathered at the door, staring at the charming young man in front of them, their fingers tightly gripping the knives, but no one dared to rush forward.
I feel scared.
Isn’t he just a rich second-generation who plays racing?
But I've never heard of a racing driver so fierce.
With so many people attacking him, he still has to call for backup. Isn't it embarrassing to tell others?
"Brothers, don't listen to him. If we don't kill him, we won't survive either."
Scarface covered the scar on his arm and stood up to speak.
"Huh? You don't have a nickname called Scar, do you?"
Lin Xingye wiped the blood off his face and asked curiously.
As if what he said came true, Scarface didn't say anything, but frowned slightly, staring at Lin Xingye fiercely with his eyes full of murderous intent.
"Why are you ignoring me..."
Lin Xingye took a lazily step forward, curled his lips, then suddenly raised his hand and swung the knife down.
The knife fell with a loud swoop.
Then Scarface's terrifying scream was heard from the yard.
He covered his face with his hands, blood seeping out from between his fingers, flowing down continuously.
Lin Xingye slashed another scar across his face. This one went through his left eye, and it went in a different direction than the previous scar. Together, it looked like a large cross on his face.
Lin Xingye looked at his expression and couldn't help but joked with a smile.
"Tsk, you can change your nickname to Knife and Fork from now on."
He glanced at the eye that couldn't be opened, pursed his lips and thought for a moment, then continued, "Or maybe One-Eyed Dragon is also a good name. This nickname sounds domineering, what do you think?"
"I fuck your mother!!!"
One-eyed Dragon, oh, no, it’s Scar.
Scar got angry and swung his knife at him.
Lin Xingye dodged his attack by turning sideways, and then punched his right eye, which was still open.
"Or maybe just call me Blind Man. What's your last name?"
…
Lin Xingye used three punches and two kicks, and the suit team lost another member.
The leaders fell, and the rest became even more cowardly. Looking at that blood-stained and vicious face, they felt that the man in front of them was like a killer god walking out of hell. Even his smile was creepy.
Lin Xingye took a step forward, and the defeated soldiers in front of him took a step back. None of them wanted to go forward and give themselves up.
"Oh. Not fighting anymore?"
The people in front of him shook their heads in unison and stared nervously behind him.
A few clever ones went around the window and into the house, trying to sneak up on him. They even raised their knives, but Lin Xingye turned around and kicked them away.
...Hope was shattered in an instant.
"You guys are not honest. You have to sneak attack me to beat me?"
Lin Xingye was furious, and rushed into the crowd with all his might, knocking them all down before he stopped.
The battle was over, and only Lin Xingye was still standing. His light-colored sportswear was stained with blood in varying shades of red.
The huge yard was filled with blood and a foul smell. Blood was flowing and seeping into the soil through the gaps between the tiles.
Lin Xingye tilted his head and looked at the collapsed people on the ground. He threw away the knife, dragged a chair out of the room, put it on Scarface, and sat down.
He fished out a cigarette from his pocket and put it between his lips. He fumbled for a lighter but couldn't find one.
A bit annoying.
The person under the chair reached out his hand tremblingly, handed him the lighter, and used all his strength to light the fire for him.
Lin Xingye raised the corner of his lips, leaned over slightly, and lit the cigarette with his help.
The smoke flows into the lungs through the nasal cavity and diffuses into the air with breathing.
I feel relieved this time.
Lin Xingye changed direction and sat on the chair, looking down at the unrecognizable face under his crotch, and said with a wicked smile: "Now we can talk, whose young master wants to fuck me?"
“Yes… yes…”
Before Scarface could finish his words, the roar of a car engine was heard at the gate of the yard. The next second, a white sports car broke through the door and rushed directly into the yard.
The glaring high beams were pointed in his direction, lighting up the entire yard.
Lin Xingye took a puff of his cigarette, tilted his head, and looked over against the light.
I was thinking that since he looked so handsome, he might be the legendary young master.
The passenger door was pushed open, and a tall figure rushed out of the car, stepped over the person lying on the ground, and ran towards him.
"Star……!"
He is not some young master, but the great actor Chi.
Before I could react, my lower back was hooked, and I fell into that warm, solid chest.
Click.
The half-burned cigarette fell to the ground.
The faint scent of cedar cut its way through the strong smell of blood and rushed into his nostrils.
So refreshing that it makes me feel dazed.
"What are you doing... let go... aren't you a germaphobe? I'm so dirty now."
Lin Xingye was stunned for half a second before he began to struggle to push him away.
Chi Fan didn't reply, nor did he let go. He buried his head in the side of his neck, feeling his body temperature, pulse, and heartbeat...
Still...
Very good!
His star is still there...
"Let go! You're trying to strangle me to death!"
Really alive...
He also curses.
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