"This, this is impossible!"

The fatso was stunned, his chubby cheeks twitching violently, disbelieving as he looked at Lin Hai whose expression was light and breezy.

How could this be possible? He had hired his three bodyguards at a high price, who were said to be top-notch fighters in the Black Market Boxing.

"What top-notch my ass, what good hands my a*s!" The fatso wanted to curse his mother.

Seeing Lin Hai's gaze turn towards him, the fatso's previous arrogance had vanished, his eyes so cowardly he dared not meet Lin Hai's.

"Tsks, weren't you going to beat me to death just now?" Lin Hai blinked.

"No, big brother, it... it was just a joke, just a joke, big brother. Please have mercy and let me off as if I'm just a fart." The fatso pleaded in panic and fear, quickly waving his hands.

"Big fatso, when I made a move just now, a thread on my shoe came loose," Lin Hai said indifferently.

"Big brother, just call me Little Fatty, Little Fatty will do. Oh, a thread's come loose? I'll compensate, I'll compensate," the fatso quickly put on an act more obedient than a grandson, praying inwardly that this mighty figure would spare him.

"Seeing how sincere you are, I won't make it difficult for you. One million then," Lin Hai said indifferently.

"Oh... ah?" The fatso was dumbfounded once again, looking down at Lin Hai's worn shoes, which wouldn't go for 10 yuan even at a street stall.

"I'm not extorting you, you know. These shoes are quite expensive," Lin Hai said with a smile.

The fatso felt incredibly stifled, this was clear extortion! And such sincere extortion at that. He cursed himself for blindly causing trouble for nothing.

"Yes, yes, you're not extorting me, I was wrong, big brother. A million is a bit much," pleaded the fatso.

"Then how about two million?"

"Cough cough cough." The fatso nearly choked to death.

"Big brother, I only brought a million today. Please spare me, I was wrong. I truly was mistaken, and I have offended you, big brother," the fatso nearly knelt down.

Su Wanjing watched Lin Hai's performance from the side, a smile playing on her lips. This kind of unscrupulous upstart who usually thought they owned the world and bullied the common folk because they had some money, when met with someone stronger than themselves, would instantly turn into a complete coward. It was only fair to teach them a lesson.

"Alright, one million, hand it over," Lin Hai said.

The fatso, his heart aching, had his "secretary" fetch the money from the car while he stood trembling on the spot, wondering, "Just who is this guy? I've seen top fighters before, but none seemed as formidable as him."

Soon, the secretary returned with a heavy bag.

"Big brother, a million, it's all in this bag. Can you let me off now?" the fatso prayed as he looked at Lin Hai.

Yu Tianlin stepped forward, and under the secretary's panicked gaze, he took the bag, quickly flipped through it, and nodded at Lin Hai, "Brother Lin, it's a million."

Lin Hai nodded and waved impatiently at the fatso, "Fat B, scram."

The fatso immediately acted as if he had been granted amnesty, bowing and nodding repeatedly to Lin Hai, "Thank you, big brother, thank you for your mercy."

Just as he was about to leave, Lin Hai spoke again, "Oh my, this little miss isn't bad at all."

The fatso froze, then, gritting his teeth as if making a decision, put on a flattering smile for Lin Hai, "Big brother, this little miss is quite skilled. If you fancy her, I'll give her to you. I have matters to attend to, so I'll be off."

The secretary paused for a moment, a hint of mist in her eyes. She knew she was just a plaything, but she hadn't expected her boss to give her away so readily.

However, she quickly came to terms with it. The mystery big brother in front of her was an exceptional figure, even more impressive than the fatso, driving a Bentley and certainly wealthier. If she served someone like him, maybe she'd have a better future.

With these thoughts, the secretary put on a flower-like pleasing smile, batting her eyelashes seductively, and with an incredibly soft voice, pursed her lips, "Big brother, I'm yours from now on, please be gentle with me, will you?"

After speaking, the secretary deliberately pulled down her clothes a bit and glanced at Su Wanjing with a touch of rivalry as if she regarded her as a future competitor.

"Heh, I'm not interested in green tea bitches."

Lin Hai took Su Wanjing's hand and continued towards the Old Brand Health Care sign, with Yu Tianlin following closely. No one bothered with the secretary who stood there at a loss.

On the other side, the fatso had walked out of the alley, wiping the sweat from his forehead, still shaken when he suddenly noticed the Bentley. Out of curiosity, he glanced at the license plate and took out his phone to dial a number.

"Hello? Li, are you at the police station? It's me. Help me check a license plate, SuA87619."

Before long, Li's voice came through the phone with a hint of difficulty, "Why are you checking that plate?"

"I'm just curious, did you find anything?" the fatso lied.

"I did find it, but I've got to warn you, it's best not to have any conflicts with the owner of that car."

"What's there to fear? I have you, don't I? Li Erbao, Chief Li at the new district police station, who dares to offend you here? Worst case, we also know Li Taixui and Young Master Yu. Who in Huadu could do anything to us?" boasted the fatso.

"Cough, cough, that license plate belongs to the Su Family."

"The Su Family? Which Su Family?"

Then it dawned on the fatso, and he carefully asked over the phone, "The Su Family? The Su Family from Huadu?"

"That's right, and that license plate belongs to Miss Su Wanjing's car."

"Damn—" The fatso was nearly scared out of his wits. Su Wanjing? The precious daughter of the Su Family, one of the two icy beauties of Huadu, the Miss Su who was the object of desire for countless playboys and spoiled brats. He had just offended her.

"Did you offend Miss Su?"

"No, no, I didn't have a conflict with Miss Su, but her bodyguard taught me a lesson just now," the fatso said, still jittery.

"Bodyguard? Miss Su usually doesn't have a bodyguard."

"No? Then maybe he's a friend of Miss Su? But he was dressed in tatters, and I heard someone call him Brother Lin." After finishing his description of Lin Hai, the fatso waited for a response.

Silence fell for a moment on the phone before a voice came through, "sh*t, are you an idiot? You actually dared to offend that Lin guy; I'm hanging up now. Don't contact me for a while."

The fatso was stunned again.

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