Running Amok

"Are you Lin Liye's family member?" Director Wang asked Lin Zhen coldly.

"Let me introduce myself. I'm Lin Zhen from Raging Wind Martial Hall." Lin Zhen sat down directly across from Director Wang.

"Raging Wind Martial Hall?" Director Wang's eyes held a trace of suspicion. After all, Lin Zhen was not wearing a Martial Hall uniform.

"If you don't believe me, call Raging Wind and verify it. I doubt anyone would have the nerve to impersonate a Martial Artist."

Lin Zhen spoke unhurriedly. He did not seem like a young man at all; his calm, reserved bearing made people believe him.

As someone reborn, Lin Zhen was not especially strong yet, but his poise and presence were absolutely unlike those of an ordinary person.

Director Wang immediately could no longer sit still and hurriedly rose to his feet.

The gap between Martial Artists and ordinary people was like that between heaven and earth. As a hospital director, he was only slightly stronger than an Ant in a Martial Artist's eyes—and not by much.

"Sir Martial Artist, what are you saying? Your respected father actually came to our hospital for treatment. It truly brings glory to this humble place..."

"Enough! Don't talk about that. Move my father to another room immediately."

Lin Zhen did not want to say much more to the director. There was no point arguing with ordinary people. Besides, he had made a mistake himself. If he had told his parents yesterday that he had entered the Martial Hall, this would not have happened.

Director Wang understood the mindset of Martial Artists as well. They were people from an entirely different world. He hurriedly told the nurse, "Quick, arrange a better room for Mr. Lin's father."

The young nurse was a little dumbfounded. After hesitating for a moment, she said, "There aren't any rooms left. Really, there aren't. There were several empty ones earlier, but they were all assigned today."

Lin Zhen glanced at Director Wang. "I know Liu Baiwan got a private room just because he scalded his hand. If someone like him can have a room, why can't we?"

Director Wang immediately caught Lin Zhen's implication and made a swift decision. "Tell that Liu Baiwan to complete his discharge procedures right away. He scalded his hand; he can go home and recover. What does he need a hospital room for? Ridiculous!"

Hearing Director Wang's words, Lin Zhen nodded slightly. He could let things go for others, but since they had offended his parents, he would not be polite.

"Handle the paperwork. I'll take my parents in first."

"Yes, yes! Mr. Lin, take care."

Lin Zhen suddenly stopped and turned back. "Remember not to tell anyone about my Martial Artist identity."

"Understood, understood! I'll definitely keep it secret. Don't laugh, but when I was young, my dream was to become a secret agent. I think my willpower and character are suited for it. I'm especially good at keeping my mouth shut. It's just that I ended up studying medicine..."

Lin Zhen smiled. This man was a little superficial, but that was only human nature.

He got up and left the office. The staff were also extremely efficient. In less than three minutes, Liu Baiwan had been kicked out.

"Dad, we'll stay here from now on." Lin Zhen hung his father's IV drip beside the bed.

"Son, can we really do this? They're wealthy people." Lin Liye was still worried.

"What's money? We'll have plenty of it in the future." Lin Zhen smiled at his father.

"I think it's fine. Our son is a Martial Artist now. What does Liu Baiwan amount to? Old man, you need to toughen up from now on too. Don't embarrass our son."

Li Qin was more open-minded. After sitting down, she chuckled. "Seeing Liu Baiwan get swept out just now was so satisfying. We've been bullied for half our lives. Today, we've finally made it through!"

Seeing his parents smile, Lin Zhen felt good too. A better life was only just beginning.

After settling his parents in, he was about to order some food when Liu Le pushed open the door and entered.

"Lin Zhen! What right do you have to drive my father away?"

Lin Zhen looked at Liu Le and gave him a roguish smile. "Because I'm a Martial Artist, and they don't dare refuse."

"You're a Martial Artist?"

Liu Le looked Lin Zhen up and down suspiciously for a while. "Pfft! You think a loser like you can be a Martial Artist? I don't believe it."

"Heh. It's fine if you don't believe it. Then I'll tell you the truth: I know one of the hospital's vice directors. He handled it for me. So what if you have money? You still had to leave. No matter when, money is never as useful as power."

"That's what I thought. So you know a vice director. But don't get cocky, Lin Zhen. I'll show you what's even more useful than power these days!"

"What is it?"

"Isn't it obvious? Strength, of course!"

Liu Le smugly pulled out his phone and made a call.

"Tiger Bro, it's Liu Le. Yes, yes, yes. There's a punk causing trouble at the hospital. He's no Martial Artist, just someone who failed the Martial Hall entrance exam. Come teach him a lesson first. Once you're done, I'll call the police and have him arrested. This time, I'll make sure his family is ruined!"

After saying that, Liu Le hung up, a smile curling his lips. "Lin Zhen, of all the people you could have crossed, you shouldn't have crossed me. Do you know Tiger Bro? Chen Changhu, a real trained fighter!"

"Oh? I thought he was a Martial Artist," Lin Zhen asked casually.

"Lin Zhen, I've realized you really know how to blow hot air. You keep bringing up Martial Artists to scare people. Let me tell you, Tiger Bro came out of Second High School. If he hadn't injured someone and been sentenced before the graduation exams, he'd already be a Martial Artist. Everyone says he's as strong as an average Martial Hall student. Dealing with someone like you is child's play. Once Tiger Bro is done with you, you'll be heading to the station too!"

"Then I'm looking forward to it."

At that moment, a commotion came from outside. Liu Le's face lit up, and he ran out, shouting back at Lin Zhen, "You're finished! You're dead!"

"Dad, Mom, get some rest. I'll be right back."

Lin Liye nodded. His son was a Martial Artist now, so he no longer needed to be so timid and fearful.

Lin Zhen stepped outside, where someone was approaching.

He was bald, wearing a black tight-fitting tank top in the middle of winter. A descending tiger was tattooed from the top of his head down his back, with even the area around his eye sockets covered in tattoos. A Short Knife hung from his waist. People hurriedly avoided him wherever he passed, clearly knowing who he was.

"Tiger Bro, that's the punk!"

Only then did Tiger Bro turn his gaze to Lin Zhen. He said arrogantly, "Which blind fool dared mess with my brother? Don't you know this is my turf?"

"Tiger Bro, it's him. He used some lousy connections at the hospital to throw my father out."

Tiger Bro shot Liu Le a sidelong glance, and Liu Le immediately put on a flattering smile.

After one glance, Tiger Bro ignored Liu Le and turned his attention to Lin Zhen.

"You're pretty young, kid. Just graduated from high school?"

Lin Zhen looked at Chen Changhu. "So what?"

Chen Changhu lit a cigarette and took a drag, looking Lin Zhen over. "Did you get into a Martial Hall?"

Before Lin Zhen could speak, Liu Le said, "Martial Hall, my ass. He's just a punk. Those pathetic skills of his can only bully people like me. No Martial Hall would take him. The graduation exams are over, and he didn't even manage to get himself a uniform."

Tiger Bro had been probing Lin Zhen. Hearing Liu Le's words, he was immediately relieved. He swaggered over to Lin Zhen. "Kid, I figure you want to become a Martial Artist too, but you didn't get in. Our experiences are pretty similar. For that little similarity alone, I'll give you a chance today. If you can see how I draw my blade and survive one strike from me, I'll let you go and hand you over to the police."

"What did you say? If I see you draw your blade and survive one strike, I get to go to the police station, right?"

"Heh. The fact that you can say that means you don't understand me, Chen Changhu. When I fight, I only use one strike. Anyone who can survive one strike from me deserves another chance at life. Otherwise, falling into my hands is far more terrifying than falling into the police's hands."

Liu Le sneered as well. "You've never even heard of Tiger Bro's one strike? Kid, you deserve the bad luck coming to you today."

Lin Zhen raised an eyebrow slightly. "I definitely won't see how you draw your blade."

Tiger Bro looked somewhat pleased. "Good that you know. If you don't want a blade in you, hand over one million. I, Tiger, didn't come here for nothing..."

Lin Zhen cut him off. "Because you won't have the chance to draw it at all."

"What the fu—Smack!"

Tiger Bro was about to fly into a rage when his vision blurred. A huge palm flashed before his eyes with lightning speed and slapped him hard across the face.

Chen Changhu, who had been so high-spirited moments before, was left dizzy, seeing stars as the world spun around him. He crashed headfirst to the ground, his head slamming viciously into the wall!