As soon as Lin Chen's words came out, it was like another catalyst, and the gangsters laughed even harder, some of them clutching their bellies with tears streaming down their faces.

However, Lin Chen's piercing gaze made Da Fei and the few gangsters who had just been beaten tremble in the crowd.

They had all seen that kind of look before—it was after such a gaze that they were horribly beaten by Lin Chen.

Idiot?

The few gangsters who had experienced Lin Chen's ruthless methods thought otherwise.

If Lin Chen, who still had a smile on his face, really lost his temper, he would be more terrifying than a devilish beast.

Those gangsters had quietly slipped to the back of the crowd; having been beaten by Lin Chen once, they certainly did not want to experience that kind of pain again.

"Big brother, don't be fooled by this kid, he's really powerful. You must be careful," Da Fei warned.

The most nervous among them was actually Da Fei, because Lin Chen had said if he dared to come again, he would break his legs. For some reason, Da Fei now slightly regretted following them.

Wu Ye glared fiercely at Da Fei, "You whippersnapper, when did you get so cowardly that not only did you let a retard beat you to this state, but you've even lost your nerve? You're a disgrace! Watch how big brother avenges you!"

Laughing loudly, Wu Ye habitually rubbed his bald head, "Kid, since you're missing a few marbles, Wu Ye is feeling merciful today. I won't kill you. Kneel down and kowtow a hundred times, call me 'grandpa' ten times, then crawl over and lick our shoes clean. I'll let you keep your hands for eating by just breaking your legs, how about that?

"Hahaha, Wu Ye is mighty. Kid, get on your knees."

"Right, kneel down!"

"Come here and lick grandpa's shoes!"

Beneath the steps, raucous voices mixed with curses rose and fell; the gangsters, excited as if injected with adrenaline, began shouting.

"Hey, good words can't persuade the damned; since you all are itching for a beating, come over then, I'll soothe your skin," Lin Chen said as he loosened his wrists and made a beckoning gesture towards the gangsters.

"So arrogant!"

Seeing Lin Chen's gesture, Wu Ye laughed out of anger; he couldn't wait to see Lin Chen beaten to a bloody pulp. "Brothers, you see that? This idiot is provoking us! What are you waiting for? Take him down, smash his shop!"

No sooner had he spoken than the gangsters below the steps, spurred by his words, brandishing iron rods and knives, clamored and rushed menacingly towards Lin Chen on the steps.

Lin Chen stood at the edge of the steps as the first thug approached, swinging his nunchaku at Lin Chen.

Facing the whistling nunchaku, Lin Chen neither dodged nor flinched; he just reached out and grabbed the nunchaku in his hand, kicked the thug fiercely, and sent him tumbling down the steps.

Taking advantage of the chaos, Lin Chen leaped down like a tiger pouncing on its prey, plunging into the dense crowd of gangsters below.

"Damn, is this kid looking for death?" Seeing Lin Chen's action, Wu Ye's face twitched with a cold sneer.

If Lin Chen had defended from the steps, taking advantage of the terrain, he might have held out for a while, but he had actually taken the initiative to jump down, which was no different from seeking death.

As soon as Lin Chen hit the ground, the gang of thugs raised their knives and sticks, eager to tear him apart.

Yet as soon as Lin Chen's feet touched the ground, the nunchaku in his hand swept horizontally, knocking down the four or five thugs in front of him, creating a gap directly.

Lin Chen charged through the gap, and in an instant, wherever he went, there were screams, and flesh and blood flew everywhere.

"Hit him to death, kill this kid!" Not far away, Wu Ye, watching Lin Chen's ferocity, was somewhat dazed.

The gangsters, who were just yelling moments ago, were almost baffled by Lin Chen as he swung his nunchucks, knocking down a gangster with almost every strike.

Lin Chen was like a tiger descending the mountain, unstoppable as he moved through the gangsters.

More than thirty gangsters did not dare to approach Lin Chen, and those few who tried to ambush him from behind were directly knocked down by his nunchucks.

It was almost a one-sided crushing defeat; as Lin Chen advanced, more and more gangsters lay defeated.

The entrance of the restaurant had turned into a terrifying slaughterhouse, with blood everywhere and gangsters lying on the ground wailing.

Seeing the number of gangsters standing in front of him dwindling, Grandfather Wu suddenly panicked.

"Stop him, stop him," Grandfather Wu cried out in panic.

"Ding! Dang!"

Accompanied by a few crisp metallic clashing sounds, more sticks from the gangsters were knocked away by Lin Chen.

After several charges, Lin Chen was less than a meter away from Grandfather Wu.

"How is this possible!" Grandfather Wu's face turned ashen, watching as Lin Chen, with blood-stained nunchucks in hand, slowly approached, much like witnessing a devil.

Grandfather Wu could never have imagined that his thirty-plus men armed with weapons would be completely taken down by one person with an iron stick. This scene, typically seen only in movies, was unfolding right before his eyes.

A moment ago, they had treated Lin Chen as if he were a cat playing with a mouse, only to realize now that this was no mouse but a fiercely clawing tiger.

A moment ago, he had been calling Lin Chen a fool; now, he realized he was the fool for provoking such a terrifying beast.

Standing just a step away from Lin Chen, Grandfather Wu suddenly felt his whole body trembling with fear.

"How much better it would have been had you listened to me earlier; look at this bloody mess…" Lin Chen commented as he weighed the nunchucks in his hand, approaching the almost stupefied Grandfather Wu.

Grandfather Wu trembled as he looked at the blood-dripping nunchucks in Lin Chen's hand.

Having been in the underworld since he was sixteen, relying on ruthless methods to secure his territory, he had never imagined that today he would fall at the hands of a seventeen- or eighteen-year-old.

A flash of anger appeared in Grandfather Wu's eyes, his wrist flicked, and a sharp dagger appeared in his hand.

He was just about to take a gamble, but Lin Chen's cold voice came, "If you don't want me to disable your right hand, throw that dagger on the ground."

"Clang!" The dagger fell from Grandfather Wu's hand to the ground; he knew that any resistance was futile against Lin Chen, and he completely submitted.

Lin Chen smiled and said, "That's better. I'll ask you a question, and you answer. If I'm satisfied with your answers, I might spare you."

"Really?" Grandfather Wu brightened up upon hearing Lin Chen's words.

"Who sent you to cause trouble at our restaurant?" Lin Chen asked coldly.

Grandfather Wu pondered for a moment: "It was Li Dafu from Yongsheng Restaurant. He gave me ten thousand yuan to prevent your restaurant from opening."

"Oh, and then you sent someone to demand five thousand yuan in protection money from Uncle Zhao and even harass his daughter?" Lin Chen's voice grew colder as he questioned.

"No, I just sent Da Fei to cause some trouble; I never mentioned protection money, nor did I ask him to do such vile things!" Grandfather Wu initially stunned, then his eyes flared with intense anger.