Liu Weiran: Lu Lin Is Very Tough

The moment the call connected, a woman's angry roar came from the other end.

Lu Lin couldn't help but chuckle. Was this a new scam? Pretending to be the victim's girlfriend? But Lu Lin was a lone dog, he wouldn't fall for this.

"Oh, why should I answer your call? Who are you to me?"

"Sorry, you're not my girlfriend, are you?"

"Heh, please do some more research next time you make a scam call. I don't have a girlfriend."

"Slap."

Lu Lin finished speaking in one breath and hung up directly.

In his opinion, there was no need to hesitate with scammers; you had to be firm.

Surely that female scammer wouldn't call again now, right?

Unexpectedly, the phone in his hand rang again, it was the same number.

"Are you done yet, you damn scammer?"

"Lu Lin!!!"

"I'm Liu Weiran!!!"

From the other end of the phone came Liu Weiran's furious voice.

She was about to be pissed to death by Lu Lin.

She had injured her hand during their sparring session that morning, and then he acted like nothing happened and didn't care. When she called Lu Lin, he first hung up on her more than ten times. When she finally got through, he called her a scammer!

It was outrageous.

"What? Liu Weiran?"

Lu Lin listened to the somewhat familiar voice from the receiver. It seemed like it might actually be Liu Weiran.

"You're not tricking me, are you?"

"Tricking your sister! Why would I trick you? You're really pissing me off."

"Lu Lin, you injured my hand, and you didn't even ask if I was okay? I had to call you, and then you thought I was a scammer."

Hearing this, Lu Lin knew it was unlikely to be a scammer on the other end.

"Uh, that, it really is Liu Weiran. Sorry, sorry. My phone's anti-fraud app just alerted me that this was a scam call."

"Right, why are you looking for me so late? I was just about to call you. How's your hand?"

Liu Weiran was rendered speechless by Lu Lin's words. So, the matter of him hanging up on her repeatedly was just over, right?

She forcibly suppressed the anger in her heart. The business at hand was more important.

"My hand is fine, it won't kill me for now. I heard you signed a contract with the Martial Arts Hall and are now a formal sparring partner, is that right?"

"Yes, yes, yes. I'll be working for you, Miss, from now on. Please take care of me."

"Oh?"

Hearing Lu Lin speak so nicely, Liu Weiran's mood calmed down a bit. A smile touched her lips. "Take care of you? Of course, no problem. Lu Lin, since you've chosen to become a formal sparring partner, you surely don't want to be fired by the Martial Arts Hall for some trivial matter, right?"

This sounded... a bit familiar.

Lu Lin smiled. "Miss, just give me your orders. As long as I can do it, I'll go through fire and water without hesitation."

"Good!"

"That's all I need to hear. I'm out eating barbecue right now, come join me."

"Ah?"

Lu Lin was stunned. Was this part of his job as a sparring partner at the Martial Arts Hall?

"What 'ah'? I'll send you the location. Hurry up and take a taxi over here. That's settled."

Liu Weiran, afraid Lu Lin would go back on his word, hung up immediately after speaking. Soon after, Lu Lin accepted Liu Weiran's friend request, and she sent him a location along with a 200 yuan red envelope.

The description for the red envelope was "Taxi Fare."

Lu Lin was speechless but accepted the red envelope and took a taxi.

East City Old Wang's Barbecue.

This place was similar to the food stalls Lu Lin frequented in his past life. Fragrant barbecue, ice-cold beer, Martial Artists talking loudly, women's unrestrained laughter, smoke swirling everywhere – a lively and bustling scene of human life.

Lu Lin got out of the taxi and paid the fare, which was exactly 200 yuan, not a cent more or less.

As soon as he got out of the car, Lu Lin saw Liu Weiran waving at him. Beside her stood a man dressed very elegantly.

A deep blue custom-made suit, hair meticulously styled so smooth a fly would slip, wearing gold-rimmed glasses, he looked refined and suave, but completely out of place in the barbecue stall's atmosphere.

Lu Lin's heart sank. He knew it. Liu Weiran calling him out late at night couldn't be for anything good. But since he was here, and he would be working at Miss Liu's family's Martial Arts Hall in the future, he had to grit his teeth and go along with it.

"Liu..."

"Brother Lu Lin, why are you so late?"

Just as Lu Lin was about to speak, Liu Weiran walked over, hooked her arm through his, and said in a syrupy sweet voice.

The key was that she was wriggling her body as she spoke, making Lu Lin feel that touch of youthful softness.

"Ahem."

Lu Lin didn't speak, but the elegantly dressed young man stood up. A shadow flashed in his eyes, yet he still smiled and asked, "Sister Weiran, who is this...?"

"Brother Tianhu, this is my boyfriend, Lu Lin. He's working at our family's Martial Arts Hall right now."

Liu Weiran said softly, then turned to look at Lu Lin, her expression immediately changing. "Brother Lu Lin, this is Ma Tianhu. You can call him Brother Tianhu, just like I do."

"Brother Tianhu's father and my dad were brothers in a pioneer team. Brother Tianhu also took great care of me when I was younger."

Liu Weiran's words, rather than her silence, made Ma Tianhu's expression lose its earlier amiability.

"Lu Lin?"

Ma Tianhu sneered. Earlier that day, four of his Martial Artists had gone to deal with Lu Lin but returned without success. Now, this damned girl Liu Weiran had called him over as a shield, so he must have some skills.

Just a mere ordinary person daring to compete with him for a woman was simply courting death.

"What's your strength now? How much wealth do you have? Can you give Weiran a happy life in the future?"

"Don't worry, Brother Tianhu."

Without giving Lu Lin a chance to speak, Liu Weiran quickly replied, "Brother Tianhu, Lu Lin isn't a Martial Artist yet, but he's really tough. He's already signed a contract as a sparring partner at the Martial Artist level today. Lu Lin will definitely take good care of our relationship and life. When my dad passes away, Lu Lin will inherit the Liu's Martial Arts School, and then he'll be considered successful in his career."

"Pfft—"

From the darkness in the distance, a middle-aged man who heard Liu Weiran say this almost spat out a mouthful of blood.

My daughter, your father is in his prime, at the peak of his Martial Artist career, and you've already planned for after his death. What a filial daughter!

"Oh, it seems Sister Weiran will have someone to rely on in the future and won't need this Brother Tianhu anymore."

"Alright, I hope you two will be happy and joyful in the future."

Ma Tianhu's face was like a dark pool, and he had already sentenced Lu Lin to death in his heart.

Lu Lin was originally just a small pawn he used to pressure the Liu family. He never expected him to have such strong defenses, and now Liu Weiran was using him as a human shield. This person was on a path to destruction.

After speaking, Ma Tianhu turned and left. He had plenty of ways to deal with Lu Lin, so there was no need to do it here. Let him enjoy himself for a while longer.

"Take care, Brother Tianhu. Lu Lin and I won't see you off."

Ma Tianhu's steps faltered for a moment, then he quickened his pace.

"Take care, Brother Tianhu. Thank you for taking care of Weiran all these years. Leave her to me from now on."

Lu Lin was unwilling to be used as a shield like this, so he put his arm around Liu Weiran's shoulder.

Ma Tianhu turned back, the reflection in his glasses emitting a chilling glint. He gave Lu Lin a heavy look, then got into a black car and quickly disappeared from their sight.