C92 You Are Going to be Famous!

"Did you not hear? Are you really going to wait until Young Master Wang sends someone to beat you senseless before you submit?" Lu Yahui sneered at Lin Yin, her face brimming with contempt.

She was eager for Wang Ziwen to find someone to make Lin Yin kneel and beg for mercy, so she could release her frustration from the issues at the Zhang Family's old residence.

She wanted to make it clear to Lin Yin about his place and power—or lack thereof. His only means of support was Wang Hongling. Then, she expected him to come crawling back to her, begging pitifully, before she would ultimately dismiss him with a kick.

Her previous defense of Lin Yin was nothing more than an attempt to curry favor with Wang Ziwen.

After all, if she could make Lin Yin yield, it would surely impress Wang Ziwen.

"Hey!" Wang Ziwen shouted into the phone, his expression growing increasingly troubled.

What was happening? The Bodyguards' Chief had just hung up on him?

Hadn't a dozen bodyguards been waiting on the other side of the building moments ago? Could something unforeseen have occurred?

Wang Ziwen's face soured as he caught Lin Yin's smirking expression.

He knew he was no match for Lin Yin in a one-on-one fight. Without his Bodyguards, how could he possibly make Lin Yin kneel and beg for mercy?

"What's the matter? Not feeling so bold without your bodyguards?" Lin Yin mocked.

"My bodyguards are just over there, waiting!" Wang Ziwen bluffed, his voice tense. "However arrogant you are now, you'll be that much more pitiful later!"

"Lin Yin, will you only see sense when you're staring at your own coffin? Even now, you dare to act so brazenly in front of Young Master Wang?" Lu Yahui interjected coldly, backing up Wang Ziwen, "I just saw Young Master Wang arrive with a team of bodyguards. They're waiting right over there. Do you need to be physically beaten before you'll relent?"

Wang Ziwen continued to make calls, his gaze fixed coldly on Lin Yin, as if trying to intimidate him with sheer presence.

Lin Yin, his face devoid of emotion, stared icily back at Wang Ziwen and commanded, "Kneel and bow your head!"

Wang Ziwen flinched under Lin Yin's piercing gaze, his head retracting slightly as panic set in.

The memory of being crushed under Lin Yin's foot last time flooded back, filling him with dread.

"Are you trying to intimidate me? You only show up when Wang Hongling is here. I've been looking for you for days and couldn't find you anywhere. Where were you hiding?" Wang Ziwen said, his voice laced with a cold threat. "You'd better apologize to me right now. My bodyguards are on their way."

Lin Yin's gaze was intimidating, but he was nothing more than a nobody who depended on Wang Hongling.

Otherwise, why would Lin Yin have avoided him in the past few days? It must have been out of fear.

Now, he was likely just posturing.

With an impassive face, Lin Yin advanced towards Wang Ziwen step by step.

"What are you trying to do?" Wang Ziwen demanded, desperately trying to reach the Bodyguards' captain on his phone.

The call connected with a beep.

"My bodyguard will be here in a minute! I'm standing right here; do you dare to hit me?" Wang Ziwen boasted. Once the Bodyguards arrived, Lin Yin's fighting skills would be of no consequence.

Slap!

Without a moment's hesitation, Lin Yin delivered a resounding slap, sending Wang Ziwen spinning 360 degrees in the air before crashing down face-first.

Humiliated, Wang Ziwen clutched his swollen face.

Fury contorted his features. Without Wang Hongling's two formidable assassins present, how did Lin Yin, the freeloader, dare to strike him?

To be slapped by such a loser, right in front of Zhang Qimo's parents, no less!

"You're finished!" Wang Ziwen screamed in a frenzy.

"How could Lin Yin dare to strike the Young Master? And right at our doorstep, no less—you're causing trouble!" Zhang Xiufeng exclaimed anxiously.

"Young Master Wang, I'm so sorry. Lin Yin must be out of his mind to have hit you. We never saw it coming," Lu Yahui added quickly, her voice trembling with panic. Lin Yin truly was a menace, attacking Wang Ziwen right at our doorstep. What were we to do?

Bang!

Lin Yin charged and toppled Wang Ziwen with a kick, then in a swift move, he locked his throat with one hand and hoisted him into the air.

Wang Ziwen's face turned ashen, his eyes wide with terror, gasping for air as he dangled helplessly.

His eyes widened in terror as he stared into Lin Yin's icy, murderous gaze. His body shook uncontrollably, and he had no doubt about Lin Yin's intent to kill. He was on the brink of being strangled to death!

"Ah!"

Wang Ziwen's face contorted, and his teeth chattered from fear. He was so frightened that he wet his pants, releasing an unpleasant odor.

Lin Yin's brow furrowed slightly as he delivered a powerful kick that sent Wang Ziwen flying over ten meters. He landed hard on the ground, gasping for air, his face ashen.

"Lin Yin?" Lu Yahui couldn't believe what she was witnessing.

"Is this the loser you've all been rooting for? He wet his pants in terror?" Lin Yin looked at Lu Yahui and her husband with an impassive face and let out a cold laugh.

Lu Yahui was about to rebuke him, but the sight of Lin Yin's eyes, brimming with lethal intent, made her quickly close her mouth.

Lin Yin approached and grabbed Wang Ziwen by his suit and tie, dragging him across the ground.

Lu Yahui and her husband exchanged looks, their eyes filled with a mix of fear and anger.

"We need to go up and talk to our daughter. Lin Yin is so foolish and reckless. He pushed Wang Ziwen to this point because he has Wang Hongling's backing. We're going to have serious problems in the future!" Lu Yahui said, her voice trembling as she watched Lin Yin's retreating figure, terrified of Wang Ziwen's potential retaliation.

"This Wang Ziwen is just pathetic. A grown man wetting his pants out of fear," Zhang Xiufeng sighed, disappointed. He had hoped to secure a wealthy son-in-law, but this man was a complete letdown.

From the balcony on the tenth floor, Zhang Qimo watched the scene below with a complex expression, her gaze following Lin Yin as he walked away.

Five minutes later.

Wang Ziwen was dragged by Lin Yin all the way to the entrance of the Water Garden. Passersby watched the scene unfold with astonishment.

"Look at that guy, dressed so nicely, but his face is all bruised, and he's wet his pants! There's a puddle on the ground!" a young man remarked with curiosity, clearly entertained as he pulled out his phone to record the incident.

"This is just revolting!" a young woman exclaimed, catching sight of Wang Ziwen's accident. She covered her eyes and let out a shriek of disgust.

Suddenly, onlookers whipped out their smartphones and started snapping photos of Wang Ziwen. The images quickly made the rounds on their social media feeds.

"No photos! You can't take photos. I am..." Wang Ziwen's face flushed with shame and fury as he bellowed at the bystanders, yet he stopped short of revealing his identity.

He desperately wished for the ground to swallow him up!

Just moments ago, under the mortal threat posed by Lin Yin, he had involuntarily wet himself. To his horror, Lin Yin had dragged him out in front of the neighborhood residents for all to see, and they had even captured it on video.

How was he going to face the world now?

Wang Ziwen's complexion turned a deep shade of purple as he clutched his face in his hands.

"You're about to get your fifteen minutes of fame," Lin Yin said, his voice tinged with mockery as he watched Wang Ziwen.

With a swift motion, he flung Wang Ziwen against the Lamborghini. The impact made Wang Ziwen cry out in agony, tears streaming down his face.

"I'm going to kill you!" Ziwen screamed hysterically.

But as soon as the words left his mouth, a slap landed across his cheek. It wasn't Lin Yin who had struck him, but another man standing beside the car.

Around the Lamborghini, seven or eight black Land Rovers had formed a circle. Only three formidable men stepped out and positioned themselves in front of Wang Ziwen.

The bodyguards that Wang Ziwen had brought with him were now battered and bruised, cowering behind the vehicles, shaking in fear.

Wang Ziwen gaped, his eyes wide with terror, as he felt the familiar sensation of fear-induced incontinence threatening to overcome him once more.