I Have No Desire to Fight in My Life

"Lin Yuan, don't be impulsive!"

Seeing Lin Yuan's actions, Jackie Chan shouted urgently.

He had originally invited Lin Yuan to guest star as a favor, but by some twist of fate, he had gotten him involved.

Now Jackie Chan found the situation very tricky; even if he wanted to protect Lin Yuan, he couldn't.

After all, Lin Yuan had already made a move, breaking the wrist of one of their underlings. Third Master Tang wouldn't let him off easily.

"Brother Jackie Chan, don't worry, I'm not impulsive. I'll be careful about how hard I hit," Lin Yuan replied with a smile.

Is that what I meant? How can your answer reassure me? Jackie Chan roared inwardly.

Third Master Tang was also amused to the point of laughter by Lin Yuan's response.

"Young people get a hot head and like to play the hero. What a shame about that handsome face. Waste him!"

Upon hearing this, three gang members, armed with steel pipes, charged at Lin Yuan.

"Someone's going to get killed! Call the police quickly!"

"We already did. The cavalry's too far away to help the immediate crisis."

"Quick, help him! We can't just watch him get crippled!"

"Help? How? If you have the guts, you go up there."

As Lin Yuan was about to meet disaster, the film crew members, in their panic, became a chaotic mess of words and actions.

"Thump!"

"Crack!"

"Thump!"

With three crisp impact sounds, the three gang members, who moments before had been ferocious, were now lying on the ground, groaning and writhing.

In a flash, Lin Yuan completed a series of movements: stepping forward, striking with the staff, repositioning and turning, and striking again.

He held a staff, but used sword techniques.

Unlike the routine swordplay Lin Yuan displayed in the Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon promotional video, the sword techniques he unleashed today were exceptionally simple and unadorned.

It was just stepping forward and drawing the sword; at a glance, it seemed ordinary.

But to someone with Lin Yuan's expertise like Jackie Chan, his swordsmanship was peak in terms of speed, angle, and timing.

Lin Yuan's moves had stripped away all unnecessary complexity. The simplest was the most difficult, and the most effective.

"I didn't expect he would reach a master-level standard in the art of swordsmanship combat. These thugs who only know brute force won't be able to threaten him today."

Seeing Lin Yuan's swordsmanship, Jackie Chan's perpetually worried heart finally relaxed.

However, Jackie Chan had the foresight and discernment, but Third Master Tang did not.

Seeing his three subordinates defeated, he became even more enraged: "Send more men, don't hold back, no matter the cost!"

This time, a full six men surrounded him from different angles.

Lin Yuan flicked a steel pipe up with his foot and met them, wielding one in each hand.

"This is shameless! Three couldn't beat him, so you send six? Why don't you all just rush him together and crush him?"

"Yeah! What kind of skill is ganging up on someone? This is utterly disgraceful!"

"Lin Yuan, keep it up! We're rooting for you!"

The film crew members grew increasingly indignant, speaking out in curses and cheering Lin Yuan on.

In less than a minute, the outcome was decided again.

All six lay sprawled at Lin Yuan's feet, groans echoing from all sides.

Lin Yuan said with a smile, "I think I can take on ten at once. Want to try?"

He felt his smile was sincere and harmless, but it deeply struck a nerve with the men in black suits.

Six men were no good; ten, or even more, charging together would also be useless.

More people weren't always better; without space to maneuver, they would only be a burden.

Seeing that they were helpless, the leading gang member reached for his waist.

But the next second, his hand was gently held by Third Master Tang.

Third Master Tang shook his head, "We can't use guns. If we do, the nature of this changes, and it'll be hard to resolve."

This was no longer like before; all conflicts now had to have a bottom line, otherwise, they could be eliminated in an instant.

"Young man, you are very impressive. I thought someone as skilled as you would only appear on screen," Third Master Tang finally began to take Lin Yuan seriously.

"I apologize, but I had no choice," Lin Yuan said politely when he was willing to talk.

"But no matter how skilled you are, can you protect the entire film crew? You don't want this movie to be shut down, do you?"

"It's better to resolve disputes than to create them."

"We make our living this way. If we back down now, how will we continue in the future?" Third Master Tang shook his head and refused.

"I don't like fighting, I just resolve it. I have a way that guarantees no one loses face," Lin Yuan replied with a smile.

Hearing Lin Yuan's words, the men in black suits present shook their heads inwardly: Not even a dog would believe that!

If you don't like fighting, who beat us into this state?

If you don't like fighting, where did your honed combat swordplay come from?

"How so? State your terms," Third Master Tang responded.

Lin Yuan walked to a nearby dining table, pulled out a fruit knife, and then pointed at the red lantern at the entrance.

"That lantern at the entrance is at least fifty meters away from me. If the small knife in my hand hits the lantern on the first try, it means it's fate.

Heaven wants you to resolve this conflict, and if you retreat, you won't lose any face."

"What if you miss?" Third Master Tang asked.

"If you miss, we'll pay the protection fee!" Jackie Chan chimed in.

Having witnessed Lin Yuan's abilities, Jackie Chan believed he must have had a plan to do this.

"Alright, it's a deal!" Third Master Tang quickly agreed.

"How can Brother Jackie Chan dare to gamble on this condition?" a member of the Jackie Chan Stunt Team whispered.

"Fifty meters! Even without considering accuracy, I can't throw that far. Are they kidding me?"

"If he can hit it, I'll eat that lantern."

Although Jackie Chan now had an inexplicable confidence in Lin Yuan, from a rational perspective, it was impossible for Lin Yuan to achieve this.

Normally, the direct throwing distance of a flying dagger is only five to seven meters.

Beyond that distance, one must consider the trajectory affected by gravity.

At a distance of fifty meters, when throwing a flying dagger, one must throw it upwards at an angle of forty to fifty degrees, like throwing a grenade.

This is to ensure it forms an arc as it falls, hitting the target.

But this is a bathhouse, and there's a ceiling indoors.

If Lin Yuan dared to throw it like that, the only possibility would be for the flying dagger to hit the ceiling directly.

Lin Yuan stood calmly in the center of the crowd, seeing the worried or contemptuous looks in their eyes.

If they knew that he had once hit a target fifty meters away with three flying daggers simultaneously on a rainy night, they wouldn't have any doubts.

Lin Yuan turned his back to the lantern.

What's going on? Is he going to give up and run?

Before the crowd could think further, they saw Lin Yuan quickly turn, using the waist strength and inertia from his rotation to throw the fruit knife.

"Thwack!"

A flash of cold light, and the distant lantern was instantly shattered.

Such a fast and accurate throw! Such powerful force!

The Master Flying Dagger Technique given by the system was truly against common sense, unreasonably powerful.

Lin Yuan smiled and said to Third Master Tang, "This is indeed fate, so I ask Third Master to let this matter go."

Seeing this, Third Master Tang said nothing, turned, and left with the men in black suits.

After they had left the bathhouse, one of the gang leaders asked, "What kind of bullshit fate is this? We're just going to let it go like this?"

Third Master Tang's face was ashen as he replied, "With the flying dagger in his hand, he's more formidable than the gun on your hip! If this isn't fate, then what is!"