My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms - Chapter 57

“You wanna fight? Head to the third floor—there’s a dedicated karate dojo there.” Someone eager to stir up trouble chimed in, and Meng Xu quickly jumped forward, enthusiastically leading the way.

“No need,” Lin Hai waved his hand dismissively.

“This’ll be over in seconds. No point making it complicated—right here is fine.”

“Hmph. Chinese pig, your suggestion suits me just fine. I also think knocking you out will take mere seconds.” Matsushita Hikaru flashed a vicious grin.

Meanwhile, Xiao Yi and the others noticed Lin Hai had been in the restroom for a long time and were about to check on him.

The moment they stepped out of the private room, they saw Lin Hai squaring off against the same group of Japs they’d encountered earlier.

“Shit! That little bastard is a seventh-degree black belt. We can’t let Hai-ge get hurt—I’ll handle him,” Xiao Yi said, stepping forward.

“Wait.” Zhao Shan held him back. “A seventh-degree black belt is all flashy moves. Hai-ge will crush him like it’s nothing.”

Xiao Yi froze, staring at Zhao Shan in confusion.

Zhao Shan’s face reddened slightly. “The night we saved you, Hai-ge dislocated my arm in one move.”

“What?!” Xiao Yi’s eyes bulged. “You’re saying Hai-ge dislocated your arm? Not the other way around?”

Zhao Shan rolled his eyes in response.

“Damn, that’s insane! Shanzi, you’re the best at grappling and combat out of all of us. And you couldn’t even last one move against Hai-ge?” Xiao Yi could hardly believe it.

“Not a chance,” Zhao Shan shook his head.

“Holy hell… Who’d have thought? Hai-ge’s got such a lean build, but he’s actually a master. A true wolf in sheep’s clothing.”

Lin Hai stretched his arms and legs, then curled a finger at Matsushita Hikaru.

“Come on. Hurry up—I’m on a tight schedule.”

Matsushita’s eyes turned icy. He could feel the sheer disdain radiating from Lin Hai, and fury surged through him.

“Die, Chinese pig!” Matsushita’s feet blurred as he charged forward.

Whoosh! His hands sliced through the air, aiming for Lin Hai’s shoulders—clearly going for a judo throw.

Lin Hai smirked. This speed? Only slightly better than Scarface back then.

But back when he fought Scarface, Lin Hai only had raw energy and no technique, which put him at a disadvantage.

Now? His Tendon-Dislocating Hand was perfected.

With a slight sidestep, he dodged Matsushita’s attack effortlessly.

Lin Hai’s hands shot out, clamping onto Matsushita’s elbows. A quick twist, and—pop!—the bones dislocated instantly.

Before Matsushita could even scream, Lin Hai lifted a foot and slammed it into the Jap’s chest.

A crisp crack echoed as ribs shattered, sending Matsushita flying backward before crashing to the ground.

“Tch. Pathetically weak.” Lin Hai dusted off his hands, lips curling in disdain.

“What?!” Everyone was stunned.

Matsushita Hikaru was no ordinary fighter—he was a seventh-degree black belt!

And yet, Lin Hai had taken him down in one move?

This was beyond unbelievable.

Xiao Yi watched with gleaming eyes. Damn, Hai-ge’s on another level. Even I might not have pulled that off so cleanly.

“W-Wait, it’s over?” Meng Xu had just gotten someone to bring him a chair, ready to enjoy the show—snacks, cigarettes, and drinks all prepared—only for it to end before it even began.

“Ugh, what a damn letdown.” Meng Xu was severely disappointed in Matsushita.

Lin Hai pointed at the remaining Japs, sweeping his finger across them.

“Anyone else? Step forward!”

The Japs exchanged uneasy glances, none daring to speak.

“WHO’S NEXT?!” Lin Hai roared.

The Japs flinched, fear flashing in their eyes.

“Pathetic. You dare call us the ‘Sick Men of East Asia’? Look at your own sorry selves.” Lin Hai’s voice dripped with contempt.

The Japs averted their eyes, unable to meet his gaze.

“Get this ‘Hikaru’ or whatever-the-hell-his-name-is out of my sight. Stop embarrassing yourselves in public.”

Like prisoners granted amnesty, the Japs scrambled to carry Matsushita away, slinking off in shame.

“Hey, not bad, man.” After they left, Meng Xu strolled up to Lin Hai and gave him a thumbs-up.

“Thanks.” Lin Hai replied coolly.

“Alright, enough fun. Time for business.” Meng Xu’s gaze shifted back to Zhao Ying.

“A-Ying, stop messing around. Come with me—I really like you, y’know?” His tone made Lin Hai’s skin crawl.

“What’s wrong with you? I already told you to stop harassing her.” Lin Hai had had enough.

“Hey, buddy.” Meng Xu shot him a sidelong glance. “I was gonna let it slide since you just did the country proud, but you’re really pushing it, huh?”

“Oh? I am pushing it. What’re you gonna do about it?” Now that he’d stepped in, Lin Hai wasn’t backing down.

“Oh, hell no!” Meng Xu’s expression twisted as if he’d heard the most absurd joke. “It’s been years since anyone in Yanjing dared challenge me. Today must be a damn miracle. Fine, fine—I’ll play with you.”

He jerked his chin at his lackeys.

Understanding immediately, they rushed at Lin Hai.

“Listen up, kid. You might be tough, but remember this: ‘No matter how skilled, you can’t beat overwhelming numbers.’ You’re alone, but look at my side—I’ve got…” Meng Xu’s speech trailed off mid-sentence.

His jaw dropped as he stared at Lin Hai, then at his lackeys—all sprawled on the ground.

No way.

He rubbed his eyes and looked again.

Damn, it’s real.

“Whoa… badass.” Instead of fear, Meng Xu’s face lit up with excitement.

He snapped his fingers.

A nearby staff member hurried over.

“Get every security guard here in three minutes. Anyone late gets fired.”

Wave after wave of black-uniformed guards poured in from every floor, assembling behind Meng Xu.

“Holy shit… There’s gotta be 200 of them.” Lin Hai’s confidence wavered slightly at the sea of bodies.

“Hah! You think you’re tough? I’ve called every guard in this club. How’s that for a warm-up?” Meng Xu gloated.

“Yi-ge, we gotta step in!” Zhao Shan urged. No matter how skilled Lin Hai was, 200+ trained guards—many likely ex-military—were too much.

Xiao Yi nodded, but before they could move, Lin Hai acted first.

With a sharp glint in his eyes, he lunged.

Before anyone could react, he was right in front of Meng Xu.

He grabbed Meng Xu by the collar and yanked him off his feet.

“Shit! Let Meng-shao go!”

“Release him, or you’re dead!”

The guards surged forward, but Lin Hai shoved Meng Xu in front of him like a shield.

“Back the hell off!”

The guards froze, not daring to advance.

“H-Hey! They’re the ones fighting you! Why grab me?!” Meng Xu squawked.

Lin Hai smacked the back of his head.

“Idiot. Ever heard of ‘Capture the leader, and the gang falls apart’?”

“Ow! Fine, I surrender, okay? Can you at least put me down? I can’t breathe!” Meng Xu flailed, feet dangling in the air.

“Put you down? You think I’m stupid?” Smack.

“Dammit, I—” Meng Xu’s struggles paused abruptly as his eyes lit up.

“Yi-ge! Yi-ge, save me!” He wailed like a drowning man spotting a lifeline.