chapter 12 you ask me

"Don't worry, Boss Zamuel. This junkie won't be a match for me," said the muscular man, Bill, under Zamuel Ma. He cracked his neck and walked towards Arno Lin, his eyes filled with disdain.

Bill was Zamuel Ma's top enforcer, standing at over 1.8 meters tall, with a robust build and a reputation for ruthless fighting skills. He knew how to handle himself in a brawl.

"Interesting. Are you sure you want to go against me?" Arno Lin gave Zamuel Ma a casual glance and nonchalantly tossed Samuel Chen aside.

"Punk, you don't have the qualifications to go against Boss Zamuel. Today, I'll teach you a lesson in manners!" Bill sneered and lunged at Arno Lin with a punch. His punch was fast, precise, and deadly, indicating his professional fighting skills.Moreover, the attack was extremely fierce, without a trace of holding back, if an ordinary person were to take this hit, it would likely lead to serious consequences.

"Daring to attack me, you should be prepared to pay the price," Arno Lin's eyes turned icy. He swiftly dodged and then kicked at Bill's chest.

"Thud!"

With a single kick, Bill was sent flying through the air, still spewing blood as he soared. When he landed, he had already lost consciousness.

"Bill!" Zamuel Ma exclaimed in shock. He never expected Bill, a trusted associate for over ten years, to be defeated so easily. He knew Bill's capabilities well; he had been with Zamuel Ma for years, and had undergone specialized training under a boxing coach.And after making a name for himself over these years, he didn't neglect his skills; he even sought out a Sanda master to train with.How could he possibly fail to block even a single kick from this junkie?

"I've said it before, you can't afford to mess with me," Arno Lin's voice remained calm as if he had accomplished an insignificant feat.

Kai Qin was dumbfounded, and Samuel Chen's friends were equally shocked. How did Arno Lin, whose body had been ruined by drug abuse, manage to defeat even Bill, the strongest of Zamuel Ma's underlings? It seemed unbelievable.

"Punk, you're quite skilled!" Zamuel Ma clenched his teeth and glared at Arno Lin with fury in his eyes. If he let this kid go today, he, Zamuel Ma, might as well change his last name.

"Kill him!" Zamuel Ma shouted. In the face of more than ten machetes chopping towards him, Arno Lin didn't flinch. He took a step back, and all the machetes missed him.

"Damn it, still trying to dodge? We'll feed you to the dogs!" Zamuel Ma shouted again, and his henchmen, seemingly energized by his words, recklessly rushed at Arno Lin with their machetes.

Samuel Chen couldn't help but laugh. Even if Arno Lin was skilled, what could he do against this many attackers? Could he handle ten on one? Could he stop a machete with his bare hands?

Zamuel Ma also grinned, thinking that young people these days were too audacious, but when they met someone like him, they had to behave.

"You're asking for death!"

Arno Lin snorted and suddenly extended two fingers, surprisingly catching a gleaming, heavy machete. Then, in full view of everyone, he moved his fingers.

With a sharp snap, the machete broke into two pieces. Not only the thug holding it, but everyone present was left in shock.

This was a real iron machete, not a plastic toy!


"How did this kid manage this?" They had no time to ponder as Arno Lin made another move.

With a single punch, he struck the thug in front of him in the belly. The thug's face contorted in pain, and he spewed a mouthful of bile.

Arno Lin displayed astonishing agility, using his hands and feet in a choreographed dance of destruction. In less than a minute, the entire room had been cleared of everyone except Arno Lin and Kai Qin.

"You... Don't come any closer!" Zamuel Ma was petrified, his initial thoughts of challenging Arno Lin shattered. He had thought, even if this kid could fight, what could he do against this many people? Now he realized he was horribly wrong.

Arno Lin could not only fight but seemed to outmatch even Ultraman!

"Mr. Lin, I was wrong. I realize my mistake. Can we sit down and talk?" Zamuel Ma wore a tearful expression, practically in a state of panic.

"Now you realize you were wrong? Isn't it a bit too late?" Arno Lin sneered and smacked him in the face with a slap that felt like a sledgehammer.

Zamuel Ma's face twisted in agony as he spat out a few teeth along with blood. Without much thought, he fell to his knees.

"Lin Brother, Lin Master, I beg you. Spare me this time. I was foolish and didn't recognize Mount Tai. I'll never dare again!" Zamuel Ma wept and pleaded, realizing the feeling of humiliation he had often witnessed from those who knelt before him in the past.

Now, he understood the gravity of his actions today. What kind of a person was this? Was he a wild human-shaped tyrannosaurus?

Arno Lin paid him no heed and delivered a swift kick to Zamuel Ma's abdomen. Zamuel Ma tumbled, clenching his belly in immense pain. His face contorted, resembling a shrimp curled up in pain.

"Get lost." Arno Lin glanced at him and uttered a word.

Upon hearing that word, Zamuel Ma felt as if he had heard the sound of heavenly music, and he sprang up from the ground like a carp leaping out of water.

"Thank you, Mr. Lin, thank you," Zamuel Ma repeated his thanks over and over as soon as he rose.
Kai Qin was watching on the side, dumbfounded. Was this the same arrogant and domineering Zamuel Ma?

He had become utterly submissive.

"Mr. Lin, nothing else to say. If there's ever a need for me in the future, just command me, your 'little Ma'!"

Zamuel Ma said with a forced smile, clearly having completely understood that Arno Lin was not someone he could afford to offend.

He had been around for many years and had seen his fair share of tough guys, but he had never met anyone as formidable as Arno Lin. He had no choice but to concede.

"Little Ma?"

Hearing Zamuel Ma refer to himself with such a term, Kai Qin and a crowd of others were petrified.

Calling Zamuel Ma by that nickname was tantamount to a death wish! And yet here he was, cheerfully referring to himself in that way to Arno Lin?

They had not yet recovered from the shock of Zamuel Ma kneeling and begging for mercy when this scene unfolded before them, completely shattering their perceptions.

Madness, complete madness!

"Mr. Lin, what do you think should be done with this kid?" Zamuel Ma glared fiercely at Samuel Chen, making him feel his hair stand on end, sensing his doom was at hand.

Damn it, if it weren't for this bastard, would he have ended up beaten to such a state?

"You take your men and leave, I'll handle this myself," Arno Lin said calmly.

"Alright, Mr. Lin, take your time. If there's anything you need from me, just give the word."

With that said, Zamuel Ma left the private room politely under the ghost-like stares of the onlookers.

"Now, let's properly discuss our matter," Arno Lin said with a faint smile to Samuel Chen.

Samuel Chen looked up at Arno Lin and was so scared that he immediately burst into tears.