Hello, You're Really Insidious

At that moment, the moonlight was hazy, and the autumn breeze carried a faint chill.

At the round table, Lin Yuan remained perfectly calm. He picked up the two-liter bottle of cola, still more than half full, and poured himself a glass.

Since the other side had stopped, all they had to do was wait for them to come over.

Han Shuyu sat upright, her hands tightly clasped in front of her thighs. Tension had long since filled her heart. Seeing Lin Yuan still drinking cola, she immediately shot him an annoyed look.

Lowering her voice, she said cautiously, "You still have the mood to drink cola? Those people are coming over any moment now. Hurry up and think of something!"

"What can we do? Just get ready to take a beating. Remember to protect your face."

"How about this? I'll deliberately apologize to them later. Then, when they let their guard down, you grab a beer bottle and smash it into their leader's head. After that, immediately throw the bowl of chili sauce on the table into his face."

When Lin Yuan heard this, he nearly sprayed out the cola he had just swallowed. His face was filled with disbelief.

"Han Shuyu, who would've thought you were such an insidious old woman?"

"I'm serious. Do you think my plan will work?" Han Shuyu asked earnestly.

"It'll work. No problem. It's flawless. Let's do exactly that."

Lin Yuan went along with her suggestion. To him, dealing with a few street thugs was as easy as raising a hand. No matter what plan they used, the result would be the same: these scum would be dealt with on the spot.

But for an ordinary person, this plan would most likely collapse before it even got off the ground.

If the beer bottle missed their face, the other side would have time to react. Besides, there were four of them, including their leader. Even if they took one of them by surprise, the other three would never let it go.

Seeing that Lin Yuan agreed, Han Shuyu took a deep breath. She seemed even more nervous than before.

"Lin Yuan, if the plan fails, just run. I remember you've always been fast on your feet. As long as you run somewhere crowded, they won't dare do anything to you. Then remember to bring someone back to save me."

While she rambled on, the four men had already approached them.

Lin Yuan and Han Shuyu could now clearly see their faces.

The man who had started the trouble had a faint scar on the left side of his face. Judging from its shape, it looked as though he had been slashed with a knife.

Of the other three, one had dyed blond hair. He looked young, around twenty-something.

Of the remaining two, one was bald and the other had a crew cut. Both looked to be around thirty. The bald man was broad and fat, and ever since he had walked over, his dishonest eyes had kept roaming over Han Shuyu.

The Crew Cut Man had a fierce expression. Wearing a windbreaker, he looked extremely lean and capable.

Han Shuyu glanced at Lin Yuan without saying anything, but the signal in her eyes said it all.

Scarred Man looked coldly at the two of them and spoke first. "Who threw that chair just now?"

Han Shuyu summoned her courage, stood up from her seat, and walked over to him.

"Um... hello. Well, my friend got drunk just now, so he was making a scene here. He somehow threw that chair without realizing it. It definitely wasn't intentional. You're a magnanimous person, so could you please not hold it against us? I'll apologize to you right here."

When Scarred Man heard this, he smiled and looked her up and down maliciously.

"Sure. There's no need for an apology. Just accompany us tonight. Hahahaha!"

As he spoke, a filthy hand reached toward Han Shuyu.

Just then, Blondie suddenly shouted a warning.

"Boss, watch out!"

Scarred Man grinned. As the former gang leader of Dongsheng Street in Hongyun City, he had only been released a few months ago after spending five years in prison, but he still possessed this much vigilance.

The moment Lin Yuan stood up from his seat, he had already sensed something was wrong.

Scarred Man shifted one step toward the left rear. Just as he thought he could dodge the incoming beer bottle—

Crack!

A crisp sound rang out in front of his forehead. Immediately afterward, his head buzzed, and a brief wave of dizziness struck him.

Lin Yuan's hands and feet moved with astonishing speed. He attacked with both hands at once. One hand grabbed the chili sauce, while the other seized the bowl of hot-and-sour fish soup that was still more than half full.

With extreme precision, he splashed everything onto Scarred Man's face.

Scarred Man's eyes instantly began to burn. He let out a scream.

Seeing their boss ambushed, his three underlings immediately erupted.

"Fuck!"

Blondie attacked first. He stepped forward and raised his foot, about to kick Lin Yuan.

But before his foot could reach him, a beer bottle smashed into his face, followed by another crisp crash of glass.

The next moment, a sharp pain suddenly shot through his calf.

It turned out that at the instant the bottle struck, Lin Yuan had kicked his other leg.

Blondie immediately tumbled to the ground. Clutching the spot where he had been kicked, he rolled around on the floor. Compared with the pain from the blow to his head, the agony radiating from his calf bone nearly knocked him unconscious.

He could vaguely feel that the bone in his lower leg might already be broken.

The moment Blondie fell, the other two had already rushed forward.

Lin Yuan continued snatching up the beer bottles on the table, one in each hand this time. His movements flowed like water.

Of the two men closing in, Bald Fatso was the first to flinch. But that hesitation slowed him down. Without any surprise, the crisp sound of a beer bottle shattering made him feel pain he had not experienced in a long time. He hurriedly covered his head and fled, crying out repeatedly.

What surprised Lin Yuan was the other man. Just as he was about to smash his second beer bottle into the Crew Cut Man's head—

The other man actually reacted in time. He raised his arm to block it, using the stainless-steel brand tag on his windbreaker sleeve to stop the blow.

Immediately afterward, he raised his right foot and swept it toward Lin Yuan from the side.

But what he never expected was that the moment he lifted his foot, Lin Yuan had already taken two steps forward. The distance between them was less than a palm's breadth.

In the next instant, he felt a twisting pain in his lower body. Lin Yuan had driven his knee upward.

Pain. Heart-rending pain. The Crew Cut Man's face instantly turned ashen. Then he collapsed to the ground, curled up and twitching uncontrollably.

But it still wasn't over!

Seeing Lin Yuan score hit after hit, Han Shuyu had already begun adding to the assault.

It had to be said that her psychological resilience was quite impressive. Although she had been stunned for a moment when the conflict began, once she recovered, she immediately grabbed anything nearby that could be used and threw it at the men lying on the ground, without caring about anything else.

The leftovers and scraps that had originally remained on the table had all been dumped onto the men by her. She even threw things from the trash can at them.

Anything she could throw, she sent flying at them.

"You beat people for no reason! You think you're above the law! You're so arrogant and overbearing..."

She kept muttering as she threw things.

Seeing her pick up the remaining cola from the table, Lin Yuan hurriedly stopped her.

"Please, don't throw that one. I still have to drink it later."

Han Shuyu glanced at Lin Yuan and said smugly, "I'm pretty impressive, right?"

"Very impressive, very impressive. We have the Great Strategist Han's brilliant plan to thank for cleaning up this bunch of scum."

Han Shuyu patted Lin Yuan on the shoulder. "You're not bad yourself, kid. Your teamwork was pretty good."

"Of course. Do you even know who I am? Taking down a few little punks is as easy as flicking my finger."

Han Shuyu burst into laughter. "Look at you, getting all full of yourself."

Just as the two of them were basking in the joy of victory, Scarred Man, who had been lying on the ground, suddenly sprang to his feet. In his hand was a steel knife he had somehow pulled from somewhere.