Chapter 74: Where Has That Boy Gone Off To Again?

With so many obstacles around, Lin Yu’s whereabouts remained elusive. Ji Ya searched anxiously, finally spotting his familiar figure behind a clothes rack draped with garments. She resisted the urge to call out, lest she give away his position, and instead discreetly gestured to the cameraman, directing his lens toward that streak of white.

Lin Yu had already set his sights on the back of a street punk ahead. He crouched low, poised for a sprint, ready at any moment to launch a surprise attack.

They liked playing dirty, didn’t they? Fine. He’d play along.

No sooner had Lin Yu revealed himself than he successfully ambushed one of the street punks. Immediately, two more targeted him, swinging their batons from both sides. Lin Yu dropped into a squat, channeling his energy with explosive force.

He’d only practiced Tai Chi for a few days, but thanks to the sinewy muscle he’d built in his previous life as a courier, he knew the secrets of training well. In just a few days, he’d reached a peak of strength that ordinary people could hardly imagine.

His hands rose in a flash, accompanied by a visible gust of wind. Even the falling rain seemed to slow, and in an astonishing moment, droplets hung suspended in midair. As the street punks gawked upward, Lin Yu’s palms thrust forward with a sudden force.

The air itself seemed to tear apart, carrying a powerful surge like a bull’s charge. The two punks felt a stabbing pain in their chests—too shocked to scream, they found their bodies hurled backward through the air.

"Watch out!" the cameraman warned again. Frail and lacking combat prowess, he was less capable than Ji Ya herself, so he could only hide to the side, observing the battle and offering timely warnings.

If Lin Yu were to fall, they’d all be in trouble.

“Teacher Ji, is your artist really this formidable? Has he trained professionally?” Xiao Liu whispered.

“No,” Ji Ya replied, then shook her head. “I truly don’t know. He never told me.”

Seeing Lin Yu’s ferocity—having just dispatched two punks and swiftly taken down another—his movements were so fast that the onlookers couldn’t even discern them. Most of the street punks had already been subdued.

Crucially, almost all the punks were injured, while he remained unscathed.

The sleazy man was dumbfounded. Even as those around him cowered, none dared utter a complaint or insult, and he stood there in stunned silence.

With such a powerful opponent, he dared not act rashly.

Seeing the others had given up resistance, Lin Yu did not pursue further. Like a victor, he straightened his clothes and let the rain wash the blood from his knuckles.

He’d done what he needed to do. There was no way he could completely deal with this rabble; in a law-abiding society, such actions weren’t permitted. His goal was simply to intimidate them, then wait for the police to handle the aftermath.

If—just if—they dared to cross the line, as they had just done by laying hands on Ji Ya, self-defense was necessary.

In those moments, who cared about holding back? If the blows were too gentle, he couldn’t vent his anger; only with force could he teach them a lesson, show them that wrongdoing brings punishment. Now, Lin Yu had successfully disciplined them.

“Are you not leaving yet?”

He glared at the sleazy man, who stared back menacingly. Where had this sudden confidence come from?

The next instant, the roar of an engine sounded behind him. A van barreled straight toward Lin Yu, but he instinctively spun around and dodged in time.

A thug leaned out the window, flipping Lin Yu the finger.

The back door opened, and several punks with rainbow-colored hair piled out, all wielding weapons.

Seeing reinforcements arrive, the sleazy man no longer felt intimidated.

As the saying goes, two fists can't beat four hands.

Lin Yu’s expression darkened. The fight had already drained much of his energy, and the rain had slowed him down, further sapping his strength.

This new group looked hardened—there was a sharpness in their eyes and demeanor that set them apart from ordinary street punks. A careful sense revealed murderous intent.

Lin Yu knew these would not be easy opponents.

The scar-faced man who’d flipped him off charged with a knife, swift and ruthless. Lin Yu was quicker, countering with a reverse elbow straight to his chest.

Scar-face clutched his chest, his expression unchanged. Clearly, he was a trained fighter; the solid muscle under Lin Yu’s elbow proved his strength.

Lin Yu had only practiced Tai Chi for a few days and lacked professional fighting skills, yet his reaction surprised Scar-face.

“Brother, you’re pretty good. Too bad we’re enemies.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yu sensed danger from the left. He instinctively raised his hand to block, his bracelet smashing into the attacker’s face. Blood sprayed, and a tooth flew out.

With a splash, the front tooth landed on the ground, scattering droplets.

Scar-face formed a fist and slammed it heavily into Lin Yu’s chest, the force like a mountain. Lin Yu’s face paled, his brows knitting in shock.

Damn it, was this punch so fast because, after being reborn, he hadn’t spent four years delivering express orders and lost his former speed? Or was it simply that Scar-face was faster—too fast for him?

Ji Ya watched with anxiety, her hands clenched tightly as she stared at the battlefield. When Lin Yu took the blow, his face turned white.

She clasped her hands, biting her lip to hold back worried tears.

She wanted to rush in and help, but the difference in strength meant she would only make things worse.

Hurry!

She prayed in her heart for the fight to end soon—for the police to arrive, to save them.

Lin Yu gritted his teeth, endured the pain in his chest, took a deep breath to steady himself, and twisted his wrist, keeping himself calm and ready at all times.

Now the real battle began—he would have to give it his all.

The rain kept falling, thunder rumbled overhead, darkness spread across the sky, and flashes of lightning intermittently illuminated the battlefield.

In the instant lightning flickered, Lin Yu surged forward like a waking lion.

Tai Chi emphasizes internal force. As he charged, his energy erupted, as if the rain around him was swept along. His speed was astonishing—a hundred-meter sprint.

A true boxer never retreats, only fights fiercer with every round.

Scar-face blinked, only to see a figure rushing at him at incredible speed, his brows furrowing in disbelief. With his usual tactics, Lin Yu should have been too weak to stand, but now he was up and charging—this was unexpected.

As he took his stance, Lin Yu dashed into the midst of the unprepared punks. They reacted quickly, engaging him in combat, but despite being outnumbered, Lin Yu handled them with surprising ease.

Some, lacking any sense of honor—being street punks after all—cared only about winning. They resorted to sneaky attacks with batons and bricks snatched from the ground, swarming him from all sides.