My Food-and-Beverage Tycoon Grandfather

God damn it, my fists were getting hard.

If it weren't for the fact you people had guns, I'd show you in a heartbeat why the flowers were so red!

Fuck.

This simulation drop, to be honest, was kind of a trap.

There was never anything about Americans in the movie plot, okay?

But because he had barged in out of nowhere, he had actually drawn a gang of mercenaries chasing him down.

Could that Citibank Card have a ton of money on it?

Good thing when he went out, he had worried his luggage might be stolen and brought the bank card with him. Otherwise, these foreigners would have gotten what they wanted.

What now?

Lin Bei watched the foreigners below being lectured and did his best to hide his presence.

Just then, the Brown-haired Foreigner who was clearly the leader roared at everyone in the room, "Now, immediately, right this second, all of you move out and find that yellow monkey! I want to see that Citibank Card before dark!"

"Yes, boss."

His men answered, then hurriedly turned and left the attic.

Lin Bei didn't move a muscle. Only after he heard the cars outside start up and drive away did he quietly sneak up behind the Brown-haired Foreigner.

Whoosh!

Lin Bei struck swiftly. His movements were extremely fast. Although, possessing Ip Man's martial arts principles, he didn't know Wing Chun, he knew how to attack so that his strikes were at their fastest and most explosive.

There was only a smack as Lin Bei's fists landed with precision on the foreigner's temples.

The Brown-haired Foreigner didn't react at all. The instant he was hit, he passed out.

Lin Bei found a rope in the attic.

He tied the Brown-haired Foreigner tightly to the stair railing.

Lin Bei checked it over and, after making sure the rope was secure, splashed water on the foreigner to wake him up.

"Oh, shit! Yellow monkey, how are you here!?"

The foreigner groaned awake. When he saw Lin Bei standing in front of him, his expression was both furious and surprised.

Smack!

Lin Bei immediately slapped the foreigner hard across the mouth, stared at him coldly, and asked in English, "What did you call me?"

"Yellow mon—"

Smack!

Another hard slap.

Lin Bei used a lot of force. After two heavy slaps, the foreigner's face instantly swelled red, and blood seeped from the corner of his mouth.

The foreigner glared at Lin Bei furiously and roared, "Just you wait. My men will be back any minute, and when the time comes, I'll chop off your hands!"

"Heh."

Lin Bei gave a cold laugh and slapped the foreigner across the face again. "Do you believe I can break both your hands and both your legs before they get back?"

Hearing Lin Bei's threat, the foreigner finally dared to be angry but didn't dare speak.

He stared fixedly at Lin Bei.

Smack!

Lin Bei immediately slapped him across the face again.

The foreigner was beaten until he spat blood, his head drooping, not daring to raise it and look at Lin Bei again. He knew that if he looked at Lin Bei with murderous eyes again, what awaited him would be another hard slap.

However, though the foreigner had outwardly backed down, inside, he was still so furious he was almost about to explode.

Smack!

Lin Bei slapped the back of the foreigner's head hard again.

The foreigner couldn't take it anymore. He raised his head and glared at Lin Bei, questioning him furiously, "Bastard, why are you still hitting me!"

"I just feel like hitting you!"

As he spoke, he slapped the foreigner across the face again.

This slap finally knocked the foreigner back to reality. He realized that right now he was meat on someone else's chopping block. If he didn't cooperate, the only thing waiting for him was a beating.

Seeing the foreigner settle down, Lin Bei finally asked, "Name."

The foreigner glanced at Lin Bei and muttered, "Davis..."

Lin Bei raised an eyebrow, took the fruit knife he had gotten from the table, patted it against Davis's swollen cheek, and asked, "Talk. Why do you want to kill me?"

Davis looked coldly at Lin Bei, seemingly unwilling to reveal the mastermind behind it.

But Lin Bei had plenty of ways.

He slowly moved the fruit knife downward.

The cold blade drew Davis's gaze, and his eyes followed the fruit knife as it gradually moved down, until it stopped between his legs.

"You're not talking, huh? Then I'll cut this off."

Lin Bei gave a cold laugh and made as if to drive the fruit knife in.

Davis felt a chill beneath his crotch, an icy cold shooting from his spine to his cerebral cortex. In an instant, cold sweat broke out all over him—

"I'll talk, I'll talk!"

"It was Bruce who wanted to kill you!"

He shouted in a panic.

Compared to the happiness of his lower half, selling out his employer suddenly seemed utterly insignificant!

"Why does Bruce want to kill me?" Lin Bei asked with a frown.

Good grief. What Bruce? He had never even heard of him, let alone met him. Why would he want to kill him—and even hire people to chase him across borders?

How deep was this grudge?

Could it be that this body I projected my consciousness into dug up Bruce's ancestral grave before?

"You don't know?"

Davis stared at Lin Bei in astonishment.

Lin Bei raised an eyebrow. "What am I supposed to know?"

Seeing Lin Bei's utterly confused expression, Davis frowned.

He lowered his head to look at the fruit knife still swaying between his thighs and said helplessly:

"Bruce wants to take over your grandfather's corporation, so he sent us to kill you, the sole heir, and find the will your grandfather left behind."

"My grandfather's corporation?" Lin Bei asked curiously.

Seeing that Lin Bei still looked completely lost, as if he knew nothing at all, Davis could not help asking:

"Hey, man, did you lose your memory or something?

Your grandfather, Lin Dong, was the biggest restaurant tycoon in the United States, worth several billion dollars.

Not long ago, he unfortunately passed away, and afterward he left you five hundred million dollars' worth of shares in the corporation. You don't know any of this?"

Lin Bei: "..."

Sorry, I really didn't know.

The only information the simulator gave me was that I was a returned overseas student. It never mentioned that I also had a grandfather in the United States who was a restaurant tycoon, or that this grandfather had left me five hundred million dollars' worth of shares.

Five hundred million dollars...

Five hundred million dollars in this era would be worth at least several billion dollars in the era I transmigrated from.

So I'm this rich in this Simulation Timeline?

Lin Bei's eyes lit up, and he looked at Davis as he asked, "Who exactly is that Bruce?"

Davis's mouth gurgled, and he spat out the blood inside before saying, "He's the adopted son your grandfather took in. I guess that makes him your uncle."

"Didn't my grandfather leave him any inheritance?" Lin Bei asked.

"Of course he did. Your grandfather gave him several million dollars' worth of shares." Davis shrugged. "But Bruce wanted more."

"What a vicious uncle."

Lin Bei gave a cold laugh, then looked at Davis and asked again, "Do you know why I came to Foshan?"

Davis looked at Lin Bei and muttered inwardly: Did this yellow-skinned monkey really lose his memory?

He doesn't even know why he came to Foshan?

"You don't know?" Seeing Davis remain silent for a long while, Lin Bei pressed him, while the fruit knife in his hand swayed between Davis's legs again.

Davis's heart tightened, and he hurriedly said:

"I know, I know. Your uncle told us that on his deathbed, your grandfather asked you to return to your hometown, Foshan, to pay respects to your ancestors. We followed that information here."

A cold killing intent bloomed in the depths of Lin Bei's eyes, and he sneered. "I really do have a good uncle."

At that moment, the temperature in the room dropped by several degrees.

Davis felt as if his heart had been seized by a hand, and his whole body had the sensation of being unable to breathe. He looked at Lin Bei in terror. "You, you..."

In his vision, a dark aura surfaced around Lin Bei. Beneath his feet were mountains of corpses and seas of blood, and he seemed like a demon king who had crawled out of hell.

This guy looked like he cared even less about human life than mercenaries like us. Just how many people has he killed?

How could he have such terrifying killing intent?

But that wasn't right. According to the information Bruce had provided, wasn't this yellow-skinned monkey just an ordinary university student?

Where did he get so much killing intent?

Amid his terror, Davis was filled with deep confusion.

What he didn't know was that although Lin Bei had never killed a person, the soul beasts he had killed numbered in the hundreds, if not a thousand.

Such terrifying killing intent had been honed over five years in the Bewildering Grand Canyon.

Just then—

Lin Bei suddenly smiled and said, "Mr. Davis, thank you very much for clearing up my confusion."

The next moment, he flicked his hand, and under Davis's stunned gaze, sent the fruit knife plunging with flawless precision into his temple.