C58 Wang Hongling

Thud, thud, thud, thud!

The alley reverberated with the unmistakable sounds of fists and feet striking flesh, followed by a cacophony of roars and agonized screams.

Crack!

Lin Yin effortlessly snapped a solid steel rod and viciously swung it at the lead man in the suit's ribs. With a thunderous crash, the man was sent flying over ten meters before slamming heavily to the ground.

In less than three minutes, all six suited bodyguards were sprawled on the ground, blood oozing from the corners of their mouths, their faces etched with disbelief as they stared at Lin Yin.

They hadn't even touched Lin Yin before he had them spitting blood on the ground.

"How are you so formidable?" the head of the men in suits gasped, clutching his broken ribs.

He was an elite from the special forces, with firsthand experience in counterterrorism operations. His combat skills were exceptional, and he was proficient in various martial arts and firearms techniques. Yet, he found himself completely outclassed by Lin Yin, who was rumored to be a pushover.

His bodyguards, all toughened mercenaries from abroad, had attacked together but couldn't withstand even a minute.

He was incredibly powerful in combat!

"Go back and tell your master that if he dares to harass Zhang Qimo's family again, I'll make sure he won't have a grave to rest in," Lin Yin stated coolly, his tone carrying an unsettling coldness.

"Don't think you can stand against Young Master Wang just because you've learned some martial arts," the leader of the men in suits said boldly, though clearly not convinced, "This isn't a time when problems can be settled with just fists! If you kneel and apologize to Young Master Wang now, you might just spare yourself!"

Lin Yin advanced, and with a solid thud, he stomped on the man's head, grinding his face into the ground with the sole of his shoe.

"You! How dare you!" the man in the suit exclaimed, his face contorted with hatred and threat, "You have no idea of the enormity of the Wang Family. A brute like you, skilled only in fighting, has no comprehension of the power you're challenging. Offend Young Master Wang, and your end will be dire!"

Slap!

Lin Yin's hand connected sharply, sending the man in the suit staggering, blood spurting from his mouth.

"Do you really think the Wang Family amounts to anything?" Lin Yin sneered, his kick propelling the man in the suit several meters across the ground, his screams of pain filling the air.

"Get lost!"

"You'll regret this! You can't handle Young Master Wang's wrath!" the man in the suit said, his face twisted with frustration.

The suited men struggled to their feet, limping and shaking with fear as they headed toward the black Mercedes-Benz.

Suddenly, a red Buggati Veyron, the epitome of luxury, roared into the alley, its sound thunderous.

Two men in black coats, their expressions stern, emerged from the vehicle and unleashed a storm of punches and kicks. They quickly subdued the bodyguards sent by Wang Ziwen, who howled in pain.

It was evident that these two men in black were far superior in combat than the bodyguards.

"Disappear from this street in one minute," one of the men in black ordered coldly.

The bodyguards, visibly upset, scrambled into their vehicles and hastily departed from Antique Street.

"Mr. Lin, I trust these incompetents didn't hurt you?" the man in black inquired politely as he approached.

Lin Yin frowned slightly, eyeing the red Buggati Veyron in the distance, where a silhouette could be seen in the back seat. He had not arranged for anyone to be at Antique Street.

These men in black coats were clearly not typical bodyguards; their fighting prowess was top-notch. Lin Yin could tell they were ruthless, experienced fighters, likely assassins who had honed their skills through years of international conflict.

The man in black regarded Lin Yin with a mix of surprise and respect. "I didn't expect Mr. Lin to be a martial artist. These bodyguards are usually quite formidable, yet they couldn't touch you."

After a brief pause, he gestured respectfully and said, "Mr. Lin, Miss Wang would like to extend an invitation to you."

Lin Yin asked, "Whose men are you?"

"Please be assured, Mr. Lin, we come with no ill intentions. We are here solely to provide you with protection," the man in black assured him. "Miss Wang admires you greatly. Once you meet her, her identity will become clear."

"I'm not interested," Lin Yin replied indifferently, turning to walk away.

"Mr. Lin, please don't make this difficult for us," one of the men in black said with a serious tone.

"What's the matter?" Mr. Lin asked, his voice laced with interest. "Is this the way Miss Wang invites her honored guests?"

"Mr. Lin, it seems we must apologize for the offense," the two men in black stated, their faces hardening as they bore an intimidating stare into Lin Yin.

Lin Yin let out a cold chuckle, his gaze fixed on the red Bugatti Veyron in the distance, ignoring the men. "If you so much as think about reaching into your jacket pockets again," he said, his smirk barely hiding the threat in his eyes, "and dare to pull out your guns, I guarantee you won't survive the next ten seconds."

The men in black stood petrified, their faces a picture of horror, hands gripping the pistols inside their jackets, but too terrified to move.

Mr. Lin, seemingly unremarkable, had imposed an immense psychological pressure on them. Accustomed to the brutal world of international hitmen, they were now consumed by fear, feeling as if they were in the presence of not just a man, but a fearsome beast.

They had no doubt that drawing their weapons would mean instant death.

"Let's all step back. I'll have a word with Mr. Lin myself," a melodious and authoritative voice commanded.

From the Bugatti Veyron emerged a woman dressed in an exquisite red cheongsam, moving with a grace that made her beauty shine, a vision of elegance.

Lin Yin observed the woman as she approached. She wore the cheongsam with a regal and sophisticated air, her tall and slender figure highlighted by the garment's contours, her fair skin hinting at mysteries untold. Her allure was undeniable.

Her beauty was unmatched, with eyes that drew one in and skin as smooth as porcelain. Despite her youthful appearance, she radiated a mature charm, her presence so commanding that it was challenging to look her in the eye. She was extraordinary.

"Mr. Lin, please allow me to introduce myself. I am Wang Hongling," she said, her smile both enchanting and confident.

"Wang Hongling?" Lin Yin recalled something, "If I'm not mistaken, you're also from the Wang Family, right?"

In Qingyun City, the name Wang Hongling was well-known; she was a celebrity in her own right. As the beloved daughter of the Wang Family, Miss Wang was doted on by the Old Master.

Two years earlier, Wang Hongling, much like Zhang Qimo, was celebrated as one of the three great beauties of Qingyun City.