My Amazing WeChat is Connected to the Three Realms - Chapter 59

“Hey, Young Master Huang! Isn’t that the punk we ran into at the gambling den?” A flashily dressed thug pointed excitedly.

“Hold on.” Huang Shan quickly stopped him.

“After we left the gambling den, I did some digging. That guy’s name is Lin Hai, and he’s also from Jiangnan University. He’s the one who broke Hu Wei’s fingers—supposedly pretty skilled.”

“That’s him? Well, we can’t just let him walk away!” The story of Hu Wei’s broken fingers had already spread through their circle.

“Let him walk away? No chance.” Huang Shan smirked coldly and pulled out his phone.

“Hey, Young Master Hu, it’s Huang Shan…”

Lin Hai hadn’t gone far from the station when he spotted a gleaming bald head scanning the crowd of arriving passengers.

“Master! Over here! Move the hell outta the way!” Guangtou Qiang—”Baldhead Strong”—waved enthusiastically while shoving people aside.

The crowd scattered, shooting Lin Hai strange looks.

Lin Hai was furious. He marched over and smacked the bald head.

“Shut the hell up! Look how you’re scaring people! You’re making me look bad by association!”

“Master, but we are the same kind of people,” Guangtou Qiang said, rubbing his head.

Pfft!

Same kind, my ass!

Lin Hai was already regretting letting Guangtou Qiang pick him up.

At the car, Guangtou Qiang eagerly opened the passenger door.

“Master, your chariot awaits.”

The moment Lin Hai got in, Guangtou Qiang jumped into the driver’s seat, and the Land Rover shot forward like a rocket.

“Goddammit! Slow the hell down!” Lin Hai nearly smashed his head against the window from the sudden acceleration. He smacked the bald head again.

“Heh, sorry. Drove a crappy minivan for ten years—first time behind the wheel of a luxury ride like this. Got a little excited.”

Soon, they entered Yingbin Street, a newly developed area of Jiangnan City. The road was wide but eerily deserted.

Up ahead, two white BMWs were parked at an intersection, hazard lights flashing.

As Lin Hai’s car approached, eight men in black jumped out, each wielding a steel pipe, blocking the road.

Screech! Guangtou Qiang slammed the brakes.

“Get out!” one of the men barked.

Click. Guangtou Qiang locked the doors.

“Master…”

This was clearly trouble. They were outnumbered and outgunned.

Lin Hai rolled his eyes. This guy’s IQ is a lost cause.

Locking the doors? Really? You think they won’t just smash the windows?

“Unlock. We’re getting out,” Lin Hai ordered.

Outside, Guangtou Qiang positioned himself protectively in front of Lin Hai.

Huh. Not bad—at least he’s loyal.

Then Lin Hai recognized the men.

Well, well. Old friends.

The leader was none other than Scarface, the same guy from their last encounter at the university.

“What’s up, boys? Didn’t get enough last time?” Lin Hai taunted.

“Tch. Last time, you got lucky—too many witnesses. Today, you’re dead!” Scarface brandished his steel pipe, oozing arrogance.

After the last fight—where kicking Lin Hai left him in pain—he’d come prepared this time.

“Master, we’re screwed,” Guangtou Qiang whispered nervously. “That’s Scarface, fourth-in-command of the Black Eagle Gang. They call him ‘Leg of Doom’—rumor has it he can kick through a wooden post.”

“Leg of Doom? More like ‘Limp of Doom’ after today.”

That bastard kicked me last time. Hurt like hell. Now he’s delivering himself to me? Perfect.

“Master, let me try talking first. If that fails, I’ll hold them off. You run.” Guangtou Qiang stepped forward, all seriousness.

“Hey, Brother Scarface! It’s me, Guangtou Qiang from South Street. Here, have a smoke.” He offered a cigarette with a forced smile.

“Smoke this, dumbass!” Scarface smacked the cigarette away. “Who the hell are you to talk to me? Get lost!”

A flash of anger crossed Guangtou Qiang’s eyes, but he held back.

“Come on, Brother Scarface. We’re all brothers in the underworld. If we’ve offended you, I’ll personally apologize another day—dinner at Golden Glory, my treat. How’s that?”

Scarface sneered, tapping his steel pipe against Guangtou Qiang’s bald head.

“Apologize? You think you’re worthy of apologizing to me?”

Guangtou Qiang’s face darkened.

“So there’s no peaceful way out of this?”

“Peace? Screw peace!” Scarface spat.

Guangtou Qiang’s eyes narrowed—then, without warning, he kicked straight for Scarface’s crotch.

“Eat shit, asshole!”

As he struck, he yelled back, “Master, RUN!”

Lin Hai felt a pang of warmth.

This guy… actually has my back.

“You dare?!” Scarface sidestepped the kick effortlessly.

With a vicious swing, his steel pipe whistled toward Guangtou Qiang’s head.

I’m dead. Guangtou Qiang braced for impact.

But the pain never came.

Huh? Did he miss?

He opened his eyes—and froze.

Lin Hai stood between them, casually gripping the steel pipe mid-air.

Scarface’s arm trembled with effort, veins bulging, his scar twisting grotesquely.

“Let… go… damn it!” He strained, but the pipe didn’t budge.

“Master?!” Guangtou Qiang gaped. He knew Lin Hai could fight, but this level?

“Pathetic. Can’t even handle a few strays.” Lin Hai scoffed. “Get back.”

“Yes, sir!” Guangtou Qiang scrambled behind him, grinning.

“LET GO!” Scarface roared, now using both hands to wrench the pipe free.

“Ugh, fine. If you love it that much, take it.” Lin Hai released his grip.

With nothing to resist his force, Scarface stumbled backward and crashed flat on his back.

“HAHAHA! What an idiot!” Guangtou Qiang howled with laughter.

Scarface scrambled up, face purple with rage. He tossed the pipe aside.

“Today, I’ll kick you into paste!”