Mockery and Violence

Lin Yu remained calm even when the owner of the Demon Pig Bar came out.

Admittedly, "The Butcher" is a prominent figure in Gray Street Three, seemingly with a long history in gangs and a reputation built up through years of fighting.

However, Lin Yu still didn't need to take the other party too seriously.

Lin Yu looked at the other person, sat down in a chair, and adjusted his hat. "Oh, the Butcher, is that it... I've heard of you."

"But why do you feel like you have influence over me?"

By this time, a large crowd had gathered at the entrance of the Demon Pig Bar. As soon as Lin Yu said this, the Butcher immediately felt embarrassed.

But he still maintained the dignity and composure of a seasoned "Gray Street Three boss".

"Hahaha, 'Detective,' you're quite the joker."

He pulled up a chair and sat down near the entrance, gazing at Lin Yu across the bar.

"I know you have close ties with many Noble and extensive connections within the Inner City. I also know you excel at detective work and have recently demonstrated remarkable Combat Power..."

"But, 'Detective,' this is, after all, ' Gray Street Three. Gray Street Three Gray Street Three its own rules. Even Noble have to show us locals some respect and courtesy..."

The Butcher then changed the subject. "Whether you killed those three middlemen or not is still debatable, but are you really going to turn against us on our turf?"

There was a hint of threat in his voice.

Lin Yu looked at the other person's serious expression and burst out laughing.

"Does this mean I'm tying myself to the entire Grey Gray Street Three, placing myself on the opposite side of it?"

"That's a pretty good line," Lin Yu glanced at the growing number of Gray Street Three members gathering outside, then said sarcastically, "But is it possible that I wouldn't care if the entire Gray Street Three were all together?"

Lin Yu's words caused the "The Butcher" to change color slightly.

Because the person in front of him not only saw through his thoughts, but also chose to continue mocking him even after knowing what he wanted to do.

In other words, what you see as your "reliance" and "power" may not be anything particularly noteworthy in the eyes of the other party.

Sure enough, Lin Yu's next words went on to attack everyone present.

"That's ridiculous. Your territory... What, you think this land belongs to you just because you've lived here for a few days?"

"Do you own the land deeds? Aren't you going to pay taxes to the Tribal Elder? Are you planning to build a new city, a city within a city, here?"

"You really think that the Tribal Elder are so polite to you on your run-down street because they're afraid of your power? That's just because they're cultured and well-mannered. Of course they're patient with their own dogs. Why would you kick your own dog for fun?"

"Next time, find Noble to bare his teeth at and see if you get kicked in the gut... Wake up, everyone! Those truly powerful Tribal Elder in the Inner City can buy your lives with just their everyday clothes—and they can buy them three times over."

As Lin Yu spoke, he leaned back slightly and placed his hands on his knees.

He looked around, saw the angry expressions on the faces of the people around him, and laughed.

It has to be said that Fu Luo's way of speaking is quite enjoyable—unrestrainedly being cheeky and humorously and scathingly exposing people's shortcomings provides a unique sense of stress relief.

The Butcher's lips trembled with anger as he clenched his fists and stood up.

"Sherlock, you bastard! I wanted to talk to you properly, to find out what grudge you had with those three, and where the Black Snake went..."

"Now it seems... it's purely because you're bloodthirsty, evil, and cruel!"

As the Butcher spoke, many mercenaries and gang members outside the door also became indignant.

"Kill him outright, avenge Poison Needle!"

"Damn it, this bastard is too arrogant. Let him see what the power of Gray Street Three is!"

"Get him! Get him!"

"Killing him is too easy; we need to capture him and torture him for two days!"

The gang members were shouting.

Lin Yu looked at them and spoke sarcastically again.

"Oh dear, bloodthirsty, wicked, and cruel... I thought these were considered good qualities in your Gray Street Three."

"Moreover... you all seem to take pride in opposing the Council and the Noble, considering yourselves to be the clean stream of the City That Never Sleeps, not governed by the Noble and not controlled by anyone, thinking that what the authorities say is nonsense, and that everything in the newspapers and news is a conspiracy to fool the masses... Now that the City of City That Never Sleeps Security Bureau says that I killed three middlemen, you actually believe it and are rushing to take revenge?"

"However, whether I killed him or not is not important—I don't mind if any of you want to fight me to the death under the guise of 'revenge'!"

As he spoke, Lin Yu drew two long, gleaming swords, each exuding a chilling aura and a strong stench of blood, and slammed them onto the bar counter beside him.

"Come on, who shall we start?"

Lin Yu spoke arrogantly, and for a moment, no one in the crowd dared to step forward.

Even the Butcher's imposing manner seemed to weaken somewhat.

From the beginning, Lin Yu's words hit these people's sore spots—which is why they were initially on the defensive and became impatient.

But as they got to this point, they were already intimidated by Lin Yu's imposing aura and began to hesitate about whether they should take action.

However, the vast Gray Street Three is home to all the madmen and outlaws of the City That Never Sleeps, and naturally there are indeed some who have not been swayed by Lin Yu.

Soon...

Several extremely dangerous-looking individuals emerged from the crowd—these people were dressed similarly to those around him, typical of mercenaries and gang members.

Leather jackets, boots, tactical jackets, dirt-resistant colors, metallic accessories, tattoos...

However, their demeanor was completely different from the guys around them.

Their professional, aloof, and silent demeanor is immediately apparent. If everyone around them is just a lackey, then these people must be... someone who could be called a BOSS.

Lin Yu let out a long sigh as he watched them appear.

"Phew... a tough opponent as expected."

To play Fu Luo well, one must always put in some necessary effort—for example, the part of Fu Luo that easily offends people must usually be perfectly replicated.

Of course, Lin Yu had a better solution than Fu Luo's surrender.

After all, the waters of the Royal Nobles and powerful elites in the Inner City need to be stirred up...

As part of Lin Yu's plan, these mercenary gangs in the Outer City could not be allowed to remain peaceful and watch from the sidelines.

In the coming days, no one in the City That Never Sleeps will be able to escape unscathed!

"Gentlemen, are you prepared for a fight to the death, or will you stop short of a decisive confrontation?"

"Should we all come at once, or one at a time?"

He jumped off the bar stool, twirling his long knife in a beautiful flourish.

His answer was a chair that flew in!

"Court death!"

"Crack!"

With shouts and the sound of wooden chairs being shattered, the scene instantly descended into chaos!