Chapter 75: The Filthy Broom! Lü Bu Unmatched!

Lin Yu was wounded once again. Outnumbered and beset on all sides, he fought with all his might, unwilling to give his enemies any chance. Even so, every forceful movement tugged at the pain in his chest, making him frown and draw a sharp breath. There was no time to recover—he struck one of the street thugs with a powerful punch, snapping the man’s wrist with a brutal twist, wresting the iron rod from his grasp, and counterattacking through gritted teeth.

He looked like Lü Bu reborn, his imposing presence sweeping through the chaos like a force of nature. Bloodshed only heightened his morale, and in the frenzy he inadvertently drove back several of his assailants. The thugs suffered grievous wounds; blood pooled on the pavement and mingled with the rainwater, streaming into the nearby gutter. Bystanders who noticed the violent clash were terrified, quickly fleeing to safer ground.

Call the police? None of them wanted to invite trouble or get involved with dangerous people.

With no distinction between friend or foe, Lin Yu swung the iron rod madly, the repeated crashes echoing down the alley, accompanied by a cacophony of anguished screams.

“He’s lost his mind! He’s gone crazy!”

“That kid must be insane! He’s terrifying!”

“What the hell…”

Insults and curses reverberated through the narrow lane as Lin Yu charged forward, head down—slaughtering gods if gods blocked his way, slaughtering Buddhas if Buddhas dared stand in his path.

In the face of mortal danger, desperation turns to madness.

Lowering his body, he dashed forward, pushing off a table discarded by a resident and left in the alley. For an instant he seemed to hang in the air, then his foot crashed brutally into the face of a thug who’d rushed at him with a brick. With a sickening thud, the man was sent flying, slamming into a distant wall before collapsing in a heap, blood spurting from his nose and mouth.

Lin Yu’s face showed no fear. Blood trickled from his own nose; he wiped it away and, fixing a cold gaze on the scar-faced leader, declared, “Come on, if you dare! So what if I go too far in defending myself? As long as I can take you down…”

“If you hurt my boss, you die!”

His ferocity was palpable, as if the Reaper himself stood before them, hellbent on claiming lives. The thugs, faced with such a formidable foe, involuntarily took a step back—their earlier confidence in victory utterly shaken.

The scar-faced man’s expression darkened. His opponent’s arrogance awakened all the old bloodlust from his years before prison. Rain slid down the blade in his hand as his twisted laughter echoed through the alley, sending chills down the spines of nearby residents.

Lin Yu showed no fear, the mocking smile at the corner of his lips full of scorn. He curled his finger, beckoning—an unmistakable provocation.

Come on, then! If you dare to come at me, I’ll fight you. All of this—you brought it on yourselves.

It’s true that honest men are easy to bully, but push them too far, and they can become killers.

Enraged beyond control, the scar-faced man bellowed and charged at him like a rabid dog.

“All of you, get him! Anyone who tries to run won’t leave here alive!”

The thugs who’d been planning to flee froze in place, cold sweat on their backs. Turning, they met the blade-like gaze of the scar-faced man and, swallowing their fear, regrouped to surround Lin Yu.

Confronted by the onslaught, Lin Yu’s face remained calm. He bent low and surged forward, each blow felling a thug. The first, struck hard, coughed up blood and stood dazed for a few seconds before collapsing. The second, the third… Again and again the pattern repeated, until only two or three adversaries and the scar-faced man were left standing.

Rain washed the blood from the battleground, carrying it off to the underground rivers. The fight raged on—Lin Yu struck like a fierce tiger, peerless as Lü Bu.

With lightning speed he dodged their attempts to surround him, launching a relentless barrage at the ringleader, an onslaught as fierce as a hail of bullets. The man had no chance to fight back and, once Lin Yu finally let go, he slumped helplessly to the ground.

The sleazy-looking man, seeing Lin Yu drenched in blood and wild-eyed, unable to tell friend from foe or measure the toll of injuries, charged in a last-ditch attack, taking down anyone in his way. The key was—almost all his men were already down. Even if reinforcements came…

At that moment, the sleazy man admitted to himself, panic had taken hold.

He’d lost control.

Lin Yu’s ghostly gaze landed on him, making his skin crawl with goosebumps.

“I gave you all a chance. Honest people might be easy to bully, but even a cornered rabbit will bite.”

“It’s come to this—today, it’s you or me.”

Under the deluge, Lin Yu crouched again, ready to charge. The demon inside him had awakened. The hunt was about to begin.

The rain hammered his face, spattering and cascading down his bloodied frame, dripping to the ground and merging with the running water.

The two remaining thugs, already wounded, looked up at Lin Yu in terror, their spirits clearly broken.

So what if they had the advantage in numbers? Lin Yu had nearly defeated them all single-handedly.

The scar-faced man was seething with murderous intent, consumed by his desire to kill Lin Yu. Just as he was about to strike, the sound of police sirens rose in the distance, growing nearer.

Officers in blue uniforms swarmed the scene from all directions, their presence instantly reassuring. Ji Ya emerged cautiously from her safe spot, while staff members began explaining the situation to the police.

Lin Yu was badly hurt, though the adrenaline of battle had masked his injuries until now. It wasn’t until Ji Ya approached, supporting his nearly collapsing body, that he realized the toll—his legs were weak, pain from his chest wound overwhelming, his brow furrowed in agony.

“I overdid it just now and ended up hurting myself.”

“Boss, did I look cool?”

Ji Ya could only laugh and cry; even in this state, he wouldn’t stop joking. Her concern overrode her reason as she sternly insisted, “I’m taking you to the hospital.”

But Lin Yu abruptly stood up and walked back the way he’d come. He rummaged through a pile of soggy cardboard boxes, retrieving a rain-soaked stuffed bear. Holding it in his arms, he gave a helpless grin.

“I’d planned to give this to you.”

The smile tugged at his chest wound, pain twisting his face.

It had been a fluffy pink bear, carefully chosen—something any girl would like. He’d intended to present it to Ji Ya, perfectly wrapped, to end their day on a happy note; she would have been delighted. But with the chaos of the fight, someone had stepped on the boxes, tearing the wrapping. Rain had soaked through, leaving the bear dirty, its once-cute smile now oddly distorted.

Yet, Lin Yu’s smile for Ji Ya was as sunny as ever.

“Boss, thank you for spending today with me.”

His wound throbbed painfully, making him grit his teeth, but looking into Ji Ya’s tearful, beautiful eyes, he raised a hand to wipe away her tears. Suddenly, his vision went black and he collapsed forward.

“Ah Yu!!!”

A soft, plush bunny—with a sweet, milky fragrance—caught him as he lost consciousness. Lin Yu thought, in that brief moment before everything faded: If only I could stay in this embrace forever. The sense of comfort and security he’d never known in his previous life—who would have thought, upon being reborn, he’d find it in the arms of a woman like her?

Was this a blessing, or…?

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