Chapter 15: Mechanical Duel

Sun Xiaoyun immediately realized that someone had secretly tampered with her during the earlier “conflict.” In a world ruled by the underworld, there truly was no way to guard against every threat.

“A pack of bastards!” Sun Xiaoyun cursed through gritted teeth.

Her head was growing heavier and heavier. She tried to reach for her phone to call for help, or to draw her pistol for protection, but her limbs had already lost all strength. Her body slumped into the chair, completely immobile.

To outsiders, however, it only looked as if she were drunk. In a place like this, in such an environment, who would find it strange for her to be intoxicated?

The tattooed man and his crew returned.

“Hey, gorgeous, what’s wrong? Need me to take you home?” the tattooed man asked, feigning concern, while the other young men flashed leering, malicious grins.

“I... I...” Sun Xiaoyun wanted to declare her status as a special agent, but her vision blurred more and more, and she was on the verge of passing out.

“Heh, beautiful, just let me take care of you...” The tattooed man reached out to grab her arm.

But just then, a figure darted out and blocked his way.

“She’s my friend. There’s no need for you to trouble yourself,” Lin Qi said with a gentle smile, appearing perfectly harmless.

In fact, Lin Qi had recognized Sun Xiaoyun the moment she entered—the rudimentary disguise she wore could never fool his eyes.

“Help... help me...” Seeing Lin Qi appear, Sun Xiaoyun clung to him desperately, like a drowning person seizing a lifeline.

Without a word, Lin Qi hooked her arm around his shoulder and started to lead her out.

“Mind your own business!” Realizing it was just a deliveryman, the tattooed man flew into a rage, swinging a heavy slap at Lin Qi.

Lin Qi’s foot shot out, and with a loud bang, he sent the tattooed man flying several meters, crashing into tables and chairs and sparking screams all around the bar.

“Get him! Get him!” the tattooed man shouted furiously from the floor.

His cronies rushed forward as one.

Lin Qi hoisted Sun Xiaoyun’s arm over his shoulder and wrapped his other arm around her waist.

Sun Xiaoyun clung to him like a rag doll.

She knew she was saved—she’d witnessed Lin Qi’s skills before!

Bang! Bang! Bang!—

Lin Qi’s kicks landed with relentless precision; the young thugs were sent flying one after another, their cries of pain echoing through the bar.

“What’s going on?!” The bar’s enforcer, hearing the commotion, immediately charged in with a squad of security guards.

“Brother Sun, this guy is causing trouble!” the tattooed man shouted. He was a regular here and knew everyone inside and out.

“How dare you start trouble in my place? You must have a death wish!” Brother Sun roared, not bothering to get the facts before ordering a dozen security guards to attack.

Each of these guards carried rubber batons.

No one working in a place like this went easy on troublemakers.

In theory, Lin Qi was more than a match for these security guards, but with Sun Xiaoyun hanging on him, he was effectively fighting one-handed, relying solely on his legs. This handicapped him, but he still held the upper hand.

The sounds of blows and bodies flying continued, Lin Qi’s kicks moving like lightning, sending guard after guard sprawling, while the onlookers gasped in shock.

Brother Sun was stunned by the display.

He’d seen capable fighters before, but never anyone like this.

What’s more, the man was just a food delivery guy!

Goodness, this business was full of hidden dragons and crouching tigers.

He quickly pulled out his phone for backup.

“Boss Chai, we’ve got a situation here—someone’s causing trouble!”

On Jian She Street, Boss Chai was a notorious figure.

Yes, the very same Boss Chai who had once been sent by Lu Sen to find trouble with Lin Qi, only to be thrashed by Tang Long.

When the call came through, Boss Chai was playing mahjong in a nearby parlor.

“You mean over ten men can’t handle him? Fine, I’m on my way!” Boss Chai hung up and stood.

“Let’s go, brothers!”

Three or four dozen men rose with him in the mahjong parlor, every one of them burly and menacing.

Boss Chai was the kingpin of Jian She Street and maintained close ties with many business owners. Whenever they ran into trouble, he was their go-to fixer, always handling matters cleanly and efficiently.

A few minutes later, several vans pulled up in front of the bar.

Boss Chai led the charge, his men grabbing weapons and following behind.

As they entered the bar, Brother Sun was the first to greet him.

“Boss Chai, thank goodness you’re here! That guy’s a real fighter—over a dozen guards couldn’t take him down...”

“Leave it to me!” Boss Chai strode in confidently, his men bristling with menace.

By now, the fighting inside the bar had mostly ended.

A dozen security guards lay groaning on the floor.

“That’s him!” Brother Sun, at Boss Chai’s side, pointed to the deliveryman in the middle of the chaos.

Boss Chai looked up, and the moment he saw that familiar face, he froze in astonishment.

It was him?!