Chapter 38

Huangmao stretched his limbs, and a few delinquent teenagers nearby were about to step forward but were stopped by Huangmao: "It's just a foreigner with a sour face, I'll handle it."

Huangmao hopped around and mockingly beckoned to Lin Yifan with his fingers.

Looking at Huangmao, was he going to use the Rising Dragon Punch? Lin Yifan was more like a Gold Saint.

Raising his hand with a "slap," the slapped Huangmao staggered back a few steps, holding his red and swollen face in shock, and cursed: "Baka Yarou, you actually dared to hit back!"

This guy probably bullied weak students like Pingye often, thinking he could bully Lin Yifan with a few people backing him up.

Coincidentally, Pingye, the chubby otaku, was walking by with his backpack, timidly glancing back at the surrounded Lin Yifan, swallowing hard, he turned and walked over, his face grim as he waved his hands: "Hey, don't fight, don't fight, we're all... all classmates."

Seeing the timid Pingye, the enraged Huangmao immediately became even more aggressive, slapping Pingye across the face and shouting: "What! You want to help this foreigner too? Don't think you're international just because your family is overseas. You damn fatty."

Pingye, dazed from the slap, looked in terror at Huangmao's raised hand.

At this moment, a large hand appeared in Pingye's line of sight, grabbing Huangmao's wrist with a "slap."

Holding Huangmao in place, Lin Yifan coldly said: "Hit him back."

"What!?" Huangmao's eyebrows shot up, glancing at Lin Yifan and then looking down at Pingye.

"I said, hit him back. Where's the courage you had when you fired at terrorists?"

Pingye, dazed, adjusted his glasses, looking at Huangmao in front of him, his fists involuntarily clenching.

"Come on, come on, hit me, try it!" Huangmao deliberately leaned his face close to Pingye's nose, grinning maliciously.

Slap!

That fat hand slapped Huangmao's face hard, leaving handprints on both cheeks, which looked much more satisfying.

Huangmao, covering his face, staggered back a few steps, never expecting this fatty to dare slap him.

"You damn—"

Before Huangmao could finish his sentence, Lin Yifan kicked his knee, and the off-balance Huangmao fell to his knees. Using the momentum of Huangmao's fall, Lin Yifan delivered a heavy knee strike.

Sweat on Huangmao's face was scattered, and he clutched his chin, unable to move his mouth for a while, collapsing on the road in pain.

Seeing this, the other delinquent teenagers swung their pre-prepared sticks at Lin Yifan.

Seizing a pipe from one of them and using his shoulder to push forward, Lin Yifan quickly jumped back to avoid the incoming stick.

Pingye, the chubby otaku, was scared and ran away, covering his head. Lin Yifan didn't pay him any attention.

Seeing the four people rushing at him, Lin Yifan suddenly remembered the chopping techniques of Sae Takagi.

First, he kicked the opponent's weapon away with a high leg, then swept hard, sending the glasses-wearing delinquent flying with a scream, his glasses breaking and teeth flying.

"Four ounces to move a thousand pounds!" Mimicking the move Sae Takagi used on him, Lin Yifan used his shoulder to push and then flipped the person backward, not forgetting to kick him in the back, knocking him out.

Lin Yifan felt very strange. In the past, when he fought, he always relied on a set of moves, fighting with a spirit of not fearing anything.

But now, while fighting, he could still think clearly about some moves, rather than just fighting on instinct.

Could it be that capturing six people had increased his strength?

In a moment, he had taken down three delinquent teenagers. The two remaining were scared and stepped back, one of them shouting and charging at Lin Yifan, who easily knocked him down with a swing of the pipe.

"Feels good, nice, very refreshing." He moved his right hand, feeling today's state was unexpectedly good.

The other one, gripping his stick, was scared for a while, then turned and ran.

Lin Yifan picked up the pipe and threw it at the fleeing person, hitting the delinquent and making him fall flat on his face.

Easily dealing with the five troublemakers, Lin Yifan was about to leave when he heard Pingye's angry shout from a distance. Lin Yifan turned around and was almost startled. This fat otaku had found two bricks and was running over with them raised high.

Lin Yifan wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and looked at Pingye: "What?"

"Where are they, where are they!" Pingye, holding the bricks high, looked fierce, as if he was about to blow up a bunker.

"On the ground, you blind?"

Pingye looked down and saw several people lying on the ground, some unconscious, others moaning with injuries.

"Tch, you finished them, scared me to death..." Pingye casually threw the two bricks, one of which made Huangmao foam at the mouth.

Lin Yifan patted Pingye's shoulder and smiled: "Let's go to school."

"Ah? Yes, Senior Lin!" Pingye happily stepped on Huangmao, deliberately kicking him a few more times to avenge past bullying.

After taking down the five, Lin Yifan left with Pingye, and the students watching had complex expressions.

Huangmao was usually a bully at school, and seeing Lin Yifan easily take down a few delinquents, they should have been happy, but seeing a foreigner beat up their countrymen left a bitter taste.

Lin Yifan didn't have such sentimental thoughts, walking past a few security guards with cold sweat on their foreheads, he headed into the school.

Not far from the fight, Saya Takagi in a black car watched Lin Yifan and Pingye's backs, frowning and muttering: "Really knows how to win the support of the weak, this guy."

Walking down the school path, Pingye followed closely behind, lowering his voice: "Senior, the gun you gave me..."

"Hmm? No problem, keep it hidden."

"Nani!? But... private possession of firearms is illegal!" Pingye said excitedly, looking around nervously, afraid of being discovered.

Lin Yifan put his hand on Pingye's shoulder: "Did you enjoy the fight today?"

"Uh... yes, I didn't expect that guy to be so weak, taken down by a few moves from Senior." Pingye's face showed a sinister smile, the high-and-mighty bully was so fragile.

Lin Yifan patted Pingye's shoulder heavily: "Then don't say anything, keep the gun."

"Why?"

"You'll see. The world... is about to change. If you believe me, keep it. That's all I can tell you." Lin Yifan let go of Pingye's shoulder and walked toward the kendo club.

Pingye, the chubby otaku, stood under a tree, suddenly raising his hand: "But Senior, there's only one bullet left in the gun."

Lin Yifan, facing away from Pingye, grinned. It seemed this fat otaku had potential. At least after the last gunfight, Lin Yifan had a much better opinion of Pingye.

Still facing away, he raised his right hand, which was in his pocket: "We'll talk after school."

He walked toward the kendo club, where a few club members were chatting and laughing, but when they saw Lin Yifan, their faces showed disgust.

How could their kendo club's goddess be tainted by this foreigner?

One of them stood up from the stone bench, throwing a wooden sword at Lin Yifan and coldly saying: "Want to see the captain? Beat me first."

Lin Yifan kept walking, catching the thrown wooden sword and swinging it, sending the other's wooden sword flying.

"That... doesn't count! I wasn't ready!" The kendo club member panicked, grabbing his wooden sword and shouting at Lin Yifan.

Only then did Lin Yifan stop, turning his head with a wicked smile: "If this were a battlefield, you'd be dead."

"Rubbish, this isn't a battlefield!"

Hearing the kendo club member's argument, Lin Yifan didn't say much, because in the coming days, this place would truly become a hellish battlefield.

"Alright, are you ready now?"

"Uh?"

Lin Yifan lunged forward, sweeping the club member's wooden sword away and placing it against his neck: "How many years have you been practicing?"

"I... I've been practicing for a year."

Hearing this, Lin Yifan removed the sword from the club member's neck and walked into the dojo, his face calm but his heart racing.

Now, with ten prisoners in the prison, he didn't outwardly show any improvement, but today's two fights had given him a lot of surprises.

Smiling, he stood in front of the kendo club, slowly opening the paper door.

In the center of the dojo, Sae Takagi, kneeling, opened her eyes and looked at Lin Yifan, her cold and beautiful face showing a gentle smile: "You came?"