My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms - Chapter 56

Lin Hai had been drinking earlier out of sheer stubbornness.

He hadn’t gone to the bathroom even once during the drinking session, forcing all the alcohol to accumulate in his bladder.

But how much could a bladder hold? It had been full for a while now, and Lin Hai had been enduring the discomfort.

Now that he was moving, he could barely hold it in any longer.

“Excuse me!” The person sitting next to him was Xiao Qian.

Xiao Qian quickly stood up, and Lin Hai brushed past her, accidentally grazing her backside as he hurried past.

“Pervert!” Xiao Qian cursed inwardly, her face flushing red.

But she knew it wasn’t intentional, so she just lowered her head, embarrassed.

“Haha, come on, let’s all go together!” Xiao Yi and the others, equally drunk, staggered toward the restroom, leaning on each other for support.

They lined up at the urinals, finished their business, and waited outside for Lin Hai.

But after two or three minutes, he still hadn’t come out.

Zhao Shan peeked inside.

“Holy shit, this guy’s a legend!”

Lin Hai was still going strong, as if he had just started—no sign of stopping anytime soon.

“You guys go ahead, don’t wait for me,” Lin Hai called out, slightly embarrassed.

“Haha, Brother Hai, not only are you a beast at drinking, but you’re also unbeatable at pissing!” The group burst into laughter outside the restroom.

Another couple of minutes passed before Lin Hai finally finished.

“Ahhh, so much better! Damn, I almost exploded!”

He zipped up and stepped out—only to nearly collide with a young woman in her early twenties, who was rushing toward him in a panic.

Lin Hai didn’t want any trouble, so he tried to sidestep her.

But before he could, the girl grabbed his arm.

“Big brother, please help me!” Her face was pleading.

“Huh?” Lin Hai studied her. She looked familiar, but he couldn’t quite place her.

Before he could ask, a middle-aged man in his forties appeared from the hallway ahead, scanning the area before locking onto the girl.

“Ah Ying, stop fooling around. Come back—Young Master Meng is waiting.” The man frowned as he approached.

“President Wang, there’s no future between me and Young Master Meng.”

The man’s face darkened instantly.

“What, you think you’re too big for your boots now? Just because you’ve gotten a little famous, you think you can disobey me? Listen, Zhao Ying—I made you, and I can break you just as easily!”

“Zhao Ying?” The name clicked in Lin Hai’s mind.

No wonder she looked familiar—she was that insanely popular singer!

Last year, she had taken the country by storm with her hit song “Dreaming of You.” Even his little sister was a fan.

“President Wang, please don’t force me,” Zhao Ying begged.

Just then, a group of people approached from the direction Wang Long had come from.

The moment Wang Long spotted them, he scrambled over like an eager lapdog.

“Young Master Meng, Ah Ying is still young and doesn’t understand. I’m trying to talk some sense into her.”

He flashed an ingratiating smile at the young man leading the group.

“Ah Ying doesn’t understand? You dare say my Ah Ying doesn’t understand?” Meng Xu exploded, kicking Wang Long square in the gut.

Then, with a sleazy grin, he sauntered up to Zhao Ying.

“Ah Ying, stop being difficult. Come on, let’s go back and drink.”

Zhao Ying grimaced. “Young Master Meng, please let me go. I really don’t like you.”

Meng Xu’s face twisted into a pitiful pout.

“Ah Ying, what don’t you like about me? I’ll change!”

Zhao Ying looked like she wanted to cry.

“Young Master Meng, what do you like about me? I’ll change that!”

“Pfft—!”

Lin Hai couldn’t help but laugh.

This was too damn funny—it was like a skit straight out of a comedy routine!

Who knew he’d witness it in real life?

His laughter, however, instantly drew Meng Xu’s ire.

“The hell are you laughing at? Wait—why are you standing so close to Ah Ying? Who the hell are you?”

Lin Hai had seen enough.

“Look, buddy, take the hint. She’s not into you. Stop harassing her.”

“Who the fuck do you think you are, meddling in my business? You wanna leave this place in one piece?” Meng Xu sneered, puffing out his chest.

“Who I am doesn’t matter. What matters is that I don’t want to see your face. Get lost before I lose my temper.” Lin Hai’s voice turned icy.

“Oh, so some dumbass forgot to zip up his pants and let you crawl out, huh? Boys, teach this idiot a lesson!”

Meng Xu’s lackeys moved to attack—

“Wait!” A woman’s voice cut through.

A large group of people marched over, and Lin Hai’s eyes narrowed.

“Well, well. If it isn’t those damn little devils from earlier!”

“Young Master Meng, our boss has some unfinished business with this guy. Mind if we handle it first?” The ugly woman from before simpered at Meng Xu.

“Oh? Is that so? Be my guest.” Meng Xu stepped aside, folding his arms with amused interest.

Jingkou Shizhu shot Lin Hai a venomous glare before muttering something in rapid-fire Japanese to a tall, muscular man beside her.

Lin Hai’s lips curled. Without warning, he lunged—

“SMACK!”

A brutal slap sent Jingkou Shizhu stumbling back.

“You damn Japs really are pigs, huh? I told you not to spout that gibberish in China. Did the beating earlier not teach you anything? Brainless morons.”

The sudden attack left everyone stunned.

Jingkou Shizhu, recovering, opened her mouth to scream—

“SMACK!”

Another slap silenced her before she could utter a word.

“Go on, say something else. I dare you.” Lin Hai smirked, pointing at her.

“Hmph!” The tall Japanese man stepped forward, looming over Lin Hai with a sneer.

“Damn, you’re tall!” Lin Hai blinked. The guy had a good foot on him—probably over 6’2″.

“Aren’t you Japs supposed to be short-legged midgets? What, are you some kind of mixed-breed mutt?”

“Pfft—!”

Meng Xu’s crew burst into laughter, with Meng Xu himself nearly collapsing in hysterics.

The Japanese man’s face darkened—he clearly understood Mandarin.

“Chinese pig! East Asian weaklings, all bark and no bite!” He raised his thumb—then flipped it downward in contempt.

Lin Hai’s blood boiled.

“Oh, you dare call us ‘East Asian weaklings’? What era do you think this is, the fucking Qing Dynasty?”

The ugly woman piped up smugly.

“You should know—Mr. Matsushita Nigo is a seventh-dan black belt in karate! He could take on ten of you Chinese pigs at once!”

Lin Hai nearly choked.

“Wait, what’s his name?”

“Matsushita Nigo. What about it?”

“Matsu-shit-a Nigo? And yours is Jingkou Shizhu? Wow, Japanese naming culture is truly profound!” Lin Hai clutched his stomach, laughing uncontrollably.

He deliberately emphasized “Nigo” (sounding like “dog”) and “Shizhu” (literally “is a pig”), making the insult crystal clear.

Meng Xu’s group howled with laughter, while the Japanese contingent turned purple with rage.

“Chinese pig! Enough jokes! Do you dare fight me?” Matsushita Nigo growled.

“Fight you?” Lin Hai shook his head. “You’re not worthy.”

Just as Matsushita Nigo was about to mock him for cowardice—

“But beating the arrogance out of a bunch of delusional little devils? That, I’ll gladly do.”