CHAPTER 58: 56, THE RISING DA XIANG

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"Lu, you bastard..."

Wang Shao was about to talk tough, but a sudden burst of pain shot up from his wrist, making him cry out, unable to utter another word.

"Wang Shao, why are you, a rich kid like yourself, messing with us for no reason?"

"I grew up hearing about the great name of the Jin Hao Group."

"There’s no need to make such a big fuss over something so trivial, right?"

As Lu Lin spoke, he steadily increased the pressure in his grip.

With his strength as a Level 1 Star Core Warrior, Wang Shao was in unbearable pain. His body bent further and further downward, and he could only keep nodding.

"That’s more like it!"

"In modern society, resorting to violence is just too crude. With all this time, Wang Shao, you could have found plenty of other ways to have fun, don’t you think?"

"We’re just ordinary folk, with nothing to lose. There’s really no need for you to pick a fight with us."

Lu Lin eased his grip slightly. Feeling as if he’d received a great pardon, Wang Shao hurriedly agreed, "Yes, yes, yes! You’re right, Mr. Lu. I don’t need to cause any trouble with you."

"You... you can rest assured, I’ll leave immediately. From now on, as long as you’re in Green City, I absolutely wouldn’t dare to cross your path."

"Hmm, not bad."

Lu Lin nodded. He was just about to speak when he heard an incoming call.

It was from his mom.

Lu Lin thought for a moment, then declined the call.

However, Meng Yu was persistent. Seeing Lu Lin had rejected her call, she immediately dialed again.

Lu Lin, helpless, said to Wang Shao, "Wang Shao, please cooperate a bit, alright?"

With that, he answered the phone.

"Mom."

"What are you doing, Lu Lin? Feeling bold now, are you? Daring to hang up on me?"

Lu Lin hurriedly put on a placating smile. "No, Mom, I just ran into a friend and was saying hello."

"I’m out eating. There’s nothing for you to worry about."

Wang Shao stood silently to the side, Lu Lin’s grip still firm on his wrist, preventing him from moving an inch.

"You eat your food; I don’t want to bother you."

"Aunt Wang came by earlier and said there’s a crack in our wall at home. Do you know anything about that?"

"You little rascal, you’ve really gotten bold, haven’t you? Causing trouble for me the moment you’re back, not giving me a moment’s peace."

"..."

Meng Yu chattered on relentlessly.

At this moment, Mr. Zhang, who had been kicked away by Lu Lin, struggled to his feet, rubbing his chest in pain. Seeing Lu Lin on the phone, he sensed an opportunity, grabbed a nearby folding stool, and charged at him.

"Damn it!" Lu Lin caught the movement out of the corner of his eye, annoyed.

He dodged Zhang Wan’s attack with a swift sidestep and then sent him flying again with another kick.

This time, Lu Lin showed no mercy. Mr. Zhang spewed blood in mid-air and collapsed to the ground, unable to get up for some time.

"What on earth are you doing!"

"You’re on the phone with me, and yet you’re causing one ruckus after another."

"Forget it, I’m not talking to you anymore. Your dad went downstairs to buy cement. When you get back, you fix the wall at home. Honestly, you’re such a handful!" Meng Yu grumbled, then hung up, still muttering away, which made Lu Lin smile bitterly.

"Alright, Wang Shao, we’ve fought, we’ve talked. You can go now."

Lu Lin didn’t want to ruin this rare chance to gather with his friends, so he released Wang Shao’s hand and turned back towards his seat.

Da Xiang also helped the fallen Wang Juan to her feet, glaring furiously at Wang Shao.

"Alright, Da Xiang, let’s eat and drink. Everything’s fine now."

"Who says it’s fine now—"

Just then, a tall, thin man with a gloomy face emerged from the group of men in black suits.

A potent fluctuation of Star Energy radiated from him; he was clearly a master.

Wang Shao quickly darted behind this man, his expression respectful. "Uncle Zhang."

"Hmm. Wang Shao, step back."

Uncle Zhang waved his hand, motioning for Wang Shao to retreat. A smirk touched his lips as he looked disdainfully at Lu Lin.

"Young man, don’t think you’re so remarkable just because you’ve awakened your Talent."

"This world is vast. Today, I, Zhang Haibo, will teach you what it means to be humble."

Zhang Haibo, Zhang Wan’s father, was a master who had fought alongside Wang Lihe in those early days to build their fortunes.

For some reason, he was stuck at the Level 1 Star Nucleus Warrior stage, unable to break through.

However, Zhang Haibo knew exactly what he owed his current prosperous life to. Over the years, he had been diligently collecting various Secret Methods and combat techniques to maximize his combat potential.

Lu Lin had managed to send Zhang Wan flying with a kick just now, but in Zhang Haibo’s eyes, the move was riddled with flaws.

"Hit!"

Before Zhang Haibo’s words faded, he had already moved with incredible speed behind Lu Lin, throwing a punch at the back of Lu Lin’s head.

Lu Lin heard the vicious gust of wind behind him and instinctively dodged, successfully evading the attack.

"Who are you?"

Turning around, Lu Lin’s expression became serious.

That single attack was enough to show that Zhang Haibo was no ordinary opponent.

Moreover, the man was also a Star Core Warrior.

"Not bad, kid."

Zhang Haibo smiled, then closed the distance and attacked again.

Lu Lin’s actual combat experience was rather limited. Faced with Zhang Haibo’s ferocious, storm-like assault, he found himself struggling to cope.

Although his Perception and Evasion skills allowed him to avoid most of the attacks, some inevitably landed.

Zhang Haibo was using some unknown technique; his blows, striking Lu Lin’s Stone Skin, managed to send a penetrating force inward, causing Lu Lin considerable discomfort.

"Are you all fucking stupid? Get him!" Wang Shao, seeing Lu Lin on the defensive, roared at the men in black suits who were just standing by watching the show.

In Green City, he, Wang Shao of Jin Hao, had never suffered such humiliation.

Many customers had been at their barbecue stall. However, the earlier fight had prompted them all to retreat to a safe distance to watch the spectacle. Wang Shao knew, though, that some were undoubtedly secretly recording videos.

"Yes, Wang Shao."

The other men in black suits snapped to their senses. They were no match for Lu Lin, but weren’t Da Xiang and Wang Juan still there?

Seeing the group charge towards them, Da Xiang moved Wang Juan behind him, grabbing an iron spike typically used for lamb skewers.

"Don’t come any closer! Don’t come any closer, or I’ll stab you to death!"

Da Xiang was a big, burly fellow, but he was actually quite timid.

Clutching the iron spike, he kept backing away.

The men in black suits knew his type well; it was all just bluster.

Even if you stood right in front of him and dared him to stab you, he wouldn’t have the guts.

"Go!"

More than a dozen men in black suits chuckled as they casually rushed towards Da Xiang.

"You want to die, huh? Well, come on then, come on!"

Da Xiang continued to retreat.

But suddenly, he heard the sound of wind whistling past his ear.

"You’re a grown man! It’s just a fight, why all the damn yapping?"

Da Xiang looked and saw Wang Juan, who had already grabbed a folding stool and charged forward.

She looked as fierce as a tigress.

Da Xiang’s face flushed red. He gritted his teeth and moved up to stand by Wang Juan’s side.

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Wang Juan’s fighting prowess was not to be underestimated. Taking them by surprise, she landed several consecutive hits.

Several men in black were struck on their bodies and arms.

But then, they too became enraged.

They were the ones who always dished out the beatings; when did it become a little girl’s turn to act so brazenly?

Fight!

A few men in black also grabbed whatever was at hand—mostly wine bottles—to use as weapons.

Da Xiang saw a wine bottle about to smash onto Wang Juan’s head. He lunged forward and pulled her back.

CRASH!

The bright green wine bottle shattered against Da Xiang’s head, leaving him momentarily dazed.

His head felt wet. Da Xiang instinctively reached up and touched it.

Blood!

"Fuck all of you!"

The sight of his own blood drove Da Xiang into a frenzy.

Holding the iron spike, he roared and lunged, stabbing at the man in black in front of him who still held the neck of the broken wine bottle.

Wang Juan, standing behind him, gaped in astonishment.

Could the usually meek Da Xiang actually have such a moment of valor?