"Darling!"
At that moment, Chen Mengyuan, who was clinging to Shen Zhao's arm, let out a soft snort. "Why not let your Black Wolf go first? That way, even if something goes wrong, it won't be your responsibility."
"Haha, good point. You're a wicked little thing, but I like it."
SMACK!
Shen Zhao slapped the tight shorts wrapped around Chen Mengyuan's plump posterior and gave her a casual pinch. He sneered and waved his hand. "Release Black Wolf!"
ROAR!
As the lead thug opened the car door, a fierce Tibetan Mastiff with lush fur leaped out, snarling and baring its teeth.
"Black Wolf!" Shen Zhao laughed nastily and waved at the Tibetan Mastiff. "Bite them!"
ROAR!
With another furious roar, the mastiff opened its cavernous maw and charged at the children from the orphanage. The kids, having never witnessed such a terrifying sight, cried and scrambled away in a panic, thrown into complete chaos.
"No! I'm begging you, please don't hurt them!"
Grandpa Wang was utterly terrified. Fearing for the children's safety, he quickly turned to Shen Zhao. "I'll do it! As long as you promise not to hurt the children, I'll sign the papers! I agree to the demolition!"
"Miss."
While chaos reigned inside the orphanage, Su Yanran's bodyguard, Song Qiang, stood in the shadows and recorded everything on his phone.
"I overestimated him. He's not just poor at judging character; he's a loser who doesn't even have the courage to fight back. His childhood home and the old man who raised him are being treated so unfairly, yet he doesn't dare to resist. It's utterly pathetic and laughable."
"If I really married this useless coward, I would regret it for the rest of my life!"
On the other end of the line, Su Yanran scoffed. "But I do owe him a favor. Go and sort out this mess for him."
"That way, I can consider my debt to him paid in full!"
"Understood."
Song Qiang hung up and shook his head. He had investigated Qin Lin's past with Su Yanran, so he held Qin Lin in utter contempt.
He couldn't understand why the wise and powerful Mr. Su Sr. insisted on forcing Su Yanran to marry Qin Lin. What was all that nonsense about Qin Lin being a 'hidden dragon in the abyss, destined to one day soar to the heavens'?
The Miss may owe you a favor, but favors are finite. They dwindle with each use. What will become of you then? Heh.
Song Qiang sneered and shook his head again. He decided to resolve this problem for Qin Lin and leave immediately. The good-for-nothing wasn't worth the effort to befriend.
ROAR!
At that moment, on Shen Zhao's command, the man-sized mastiff opened its gaping maw and lunged viciously toward Qin Lin!
"You're courting death!"
With a cold snort, Song Qiang circulated his Inner Strength to his legs, preparing to step in. But just as he was about to move, he froze.
He watched as Qin Lin's leg shot up in a vicious kick, striking the ferocious mastiff as it lunged!
BANG! SQUELCH!
In that split second, Qin Lin's kick sent the mastiff flying five meters. It crashed heavily to the ground, spraying blood as it went. It convulsed on the ground, clearly on the verge of death.
"Everyone, don't worry!"
Recalling his Inner Strength, Qin Lin unflinchingly stood in front of Grandpa Wang and the orphans. He stared intently at Shen Zhao, Chen Mengyuan, and their gang of thugs. "With me here... you won't be demolishing this orphanage!"
He's a Martial Artist! Song Qiang, who had been about to step in, froze. His pupils contracted in shock. Could it be that the Miss and I both underestimated him?
"Black Wolf!"
"Qin Lin, you bastard, you dare to kill my dog!?"
When he saw that the prized Tibetan Mastiff he'd bought from the Tibetan Plateau for a fortune was killed by a single kick from Qin Lin, Shen Zhao exploded with rage. "Dammit, what are you all standing around for? Get him! Beat him to death!"
"He's asking for a beating."
"Get him!"
Qin Lin had been impressive when he killed the mastiff with a single kick. But these thugs had no idea what a Martial Artist was. Spurred on by Shen Zhao's command and their own ignorant fearlessness, they brandished their retractable batons and steel pipes, charging savagely at Qin Lin.
"We'll fight them!"
Naturally, Fatty Qi couldn't just stand by and watch Qin Lin get beaten up. Roaring, he snatched a wooden club from the ground and charged at the thugs.
"You're asking for it."
Now possessing the Qin Family's legacy, Qin Lin just sneered. Unafraid of the thugs, he channeled Inner Strength into his fists and launched a counterattack.
BANG! BANG! BANG!
In less than three minutes, the dozen or so thugs who had tried to swarm Qin Lin were lying scattered on the ground, effortlessly defeated.
"Darling... what do we do now?"
Seeing how ferocious Qin Lin was, Chen Mengyuan clung tightly to Shen Zhao's arm, her face pale with fright.
Dammit, how did he suddenly get so good at fighting!?
Unwilling to accept defeat, Shen Zhao gritted his teeth, his eyes turning vicious. He picked up a steel pipe from the ground and, seeing that Qin Lin's back was turned, swung it viciously at the back of his head. "You bastard... Go to hell!"