Reversal After Reversal!

Two figures, one tall and one short, walked in through the door.

A mountain of pressure bore down on Li Yao and Li Wenbin.

Li Yao felt the pressure multiply.

It pinned him to his chair so completely that he could not stand.

"Hahahaha! Li Yao, who would've thought you'd end up like this?"

At the sight, Lin Yun grew so excited that an unnatural flush spread across his face.

He strode up to Li Yao.

He lightly patted Li Yao's cheek.

Then he leaned in and whispered in his ear.

"You piece of trash. No one has ever dared slap me. No one! Do you know how much humiliation I suffered because of you?"

It wasn't that Lin Yun hadn't wanted to go to school.

But ever since Li Yao had knocked him unconscious with a slap,

everyone knew who he was. Whenever he went to school, people pointed and whispered.

"That's the homewrecker."

"That's the loser Li Yao knocked out with one slap."

Lin Yun could hardly bear the humiliation.

But there was nothing he could do. He had no means of taking revenge on Li Yao.

Then the Lin Family had come to him, claiming he was a long-lost son of its patriarch.

His desire for revenge flared to life.

He approached the desperate Yang Mingyou and offered to back the Yang Family,

allowing them to survive.

Then he laid this trap.

To make absolutely sure, he had even secured two Martial Venerable Realm experts from the Lin Family patriarch!

A flawless plan!

Except...

Li Yao did not get angry as Lin Yun patted his face.

He merely looked at Lin Yun as though he were an idiot.

To him, Lin Yun was like a rabid dog.

When Lin Yun saw that look,

it seemed to strike a nerve.

He slapped Li Yao several times in a row.

Smack, smack, smack!

"What gives you the right to look at me like that? What gives you the right?"

"How does it feel, Li Yao? Enjoying it?"

Lin Yun stared at Li Yao with a sick, obsessive grin.

"Let the young master go! Take it out on me!"

Li Wenbin shouted.

But the pressure had forced him down onto one knee. He could not get up.

"Oh, how touching. Such devotion between master and servant. Li Yao, what do you think you'd do if I killed Li Wenbin right in front of you?"

Yang Mingyou watched from the side, hardly daring to breathe.

Yang Xiaoran gazed at Lin Yun with open admiration.

"Lin Yun is so handsome..."

Li Yao had not wanted the Martial Kings of his family to step in so soon.

He had wanted to let Lin Yun show off a little longer and climb a little higher. That way, when the Martial Kings appeared, his fall would be all the harder.

But Lin Yun had dared to threaten Uncle Bin.

"Ah. I'd meant to let you live a little longer, but you insist on throwing your life away."

"You still dare talk tough when you're about to die? Tall Elder, Short Elder, kill him!"

"Uncle Fu! Uncle Ming!"

At his shout,

Whoosh! Whoosh!

Two even stronger waves of pressure swept into the room.

The weight on Li Yao vanished.

Li Wenbin felt control of his body return as well.

Everyone else dropped to their knees with a thud.

"Young master!"

Two more figures entered through the main hall doors.

Both were plump and looked rather prosperous.

They walked up to Li Yao and bowed respectfully.

Kneeling on the floor, Lin Yun went deathly pale, disbelief filling his eyes.

"H-how is this possible? H-how do you have Martial Kings...?"

"Your Li Family doesn't have anyone above a Ninth Rank Martial Master in the Imperial Capital! How could you have Martial Kings protecting you?"

Lin Yun kept muttering in disbelief.

He could not believe what he was seeing.

He had been on the verge of killing Li Yao!

"Idiot. There aren't any in the Imperial Capital, but there are plenty at the border. All I had to do was call a couple back. Did you think my Li Family was like your Lin Family, needing to keep a few Martial Venerables at home to hold down the fort?"

Li Yao scoffed. Lin Yun really was a fool if he thought he could ambush him with just two Martial Venerables.

"Impossible! How could that stubborn old grandfather of yours let you call Martial Kings back from the border?"

Lin Yun had counted on Li Yao having no one above a Ninth Rank Martial Master to protect him. That was why he had dared to set such a blatant ambush.

Yet Li Fuhai, rigid as ever, had somehow agreed to let Li Yao call back Martial Kings!

"They're only Martial Kings. My Li Family has plenty."

Li Yao smiled and brushed the dust off his clothes. "You thought having the Lin Family behind you meant you could do whatever you wanted? Have you forgotten that three generations of my family have defended this country? What does your Lin Family amount to?"

Lin Yun gritted his teeth and tried to rise, but the Martial Kings' pressure was too heavy. He could not move.

"Lin Yun, you really are a clever little thing."

Li Yao walked over and crouched in front of him, meeting his eyes.

"Did you think my family's intelligence network wouldn't know Yang Mingyou never gathered everything he owed me? That we wouldn't know you were the backer they'd found?"

"Or did you think I somehow missed the news spreading all over the Imperial Capital that you're the current Lin Family patriarch's son?"

"Besides..."

Li Yao paused.

"You were too brazen. So brazen you didn't take me seriously at all. You thought your Lin Family identity gave you the upper hand."

"I knew what you were plotting all along. Weren't you going to kill me? Go on, then. Let's see you try."

Lin Yun clenched his teeth and said nothing.

"What, nothing to say? You were so capable a moment ago, patting my face and slapping me. Why are you scared now?"

"I hadn't wanted to reveal Uncle Fu and Uncle Ming this early. I wanted to see what other stupid things you'd do."

Li Yao went on.

"But then you threatened Uncle Bin. You even tried to kill us. Too bad you failed."

Li Yao stood and did not spare Lin Yun another glance. Instead, he turned to Yang Mingyou.

"Patriarch Yang, we knew about your every move. Is there anything you'd like to say?"

Yang Mingyou could not move under the Martial Kings' pressure, but every bit of flesh on his body trembled.

Even his voice shook. "Y-young Master Li... I... I was wrong..."

"Wrong? What did you do wrong?"

"I... I shouldn't have... shouldn't have trusted Lin Yun..."

"No, no. You should have trusted him. If not him, who else could you trust?"

"Who else would have taken on the mess your Yang Family was in, just for a chance to use you to kill me?"

"So you should not only trust him. You should thank him."

"Unfortunately, he didn't kill me. And since he didn't, tell me: should I kill you?"