Chapter 129: Monster? Or Deity?

Over a hundred security guards lay stacked across the hallway like a carpet. Though there were no obvious external wounds, every one of them had sustained internal injuries from the shockwaves of the strikes, and many suffered from broken bones. They lay scattered, wailing in agony; the scene was nothing short of spectacular.

Lin Le had held back significantly, knowing these men were merely employees working for a paycheck. Had he used his full strength, those on the floor would not be mere wounded men, but corpses, denied even the chance to scream.

"Darling, you are amazing!" Ji Xiaorui was so excited she nearly jumped for joy.

"Brother-in-law is so formidable!" Ji Xiaohai was young and had never witnessed such an intense spectacle. The last time he had seen a brawl this thrilling, he was seven or eight years old, watching *The Matrix* on his home theater system.

Lingling and the others were equally awestruck, struggling to reconcile the Lin Le before them with the impoverished, quiet youth they had first met at the Shangjing Hotel. Ni Fang could not help but sigh in her heart: *Mr. Lin is truly Mr. Lin! I doubt there is another youth in this world with such formidable spirit!*

The onlookers in the distance were completely stunned, their eyes wide with disbelief. It had taken less than five minutes from start to finish, yet all one hundred-plus guards of the Zijin Club had been laid low by Lin Le. Had they not seen it with their own eyes, they would never have believed such a person existed—let alone one only seventeen or eighteen years old! If they had heard this from someone else, they would have assumed the person was mad. Heroes have appeared in their youth since ancient times, but could this seemingly ordinary boy really be a martial arts master? The gazes they cast upon Lin Le were now filled with boundless worship.

Zhang Yang and Ding Jun had hoped Lin Le would beat the Zijin guards severely, figuring that the harsher the beating, the more brutal the club’s retaliation would be. Yet, seeing over a hundred men lying at Lin Le’s feet, a chill still crept into their hearts. A single man had overturned the entire Zijin Club! Such power was truly terrifying. Zhang Yang felt a sense of relief; he was glad Ding Jun had stopped him when he wanted to teach Lin Le a lesson at the Shangjing Hotel, or he would likely be lying in a hospital bed right now.

With the hallway cleared, Lin Le and Xiangzi stood face-to-face at opposite ends.

"Now, are you going to admit that woman is working with you?" Lin Le’s voice was flat, devoid of emotion, neither angry nor pleased.

Beside Xiangzi, Zhang Yanyan’s legs had given out, and she sat collapsed on the floor. Having witnessed Lin Le’s strength and methods, her heart felt as if it were being squeezed by an invisible hand, and she trembled uncontrollably. She was filled with deep regret; why had she been so foolish as to accept a thousand yuan to do Xiangzi’s bidding and smear Lin Le? Had she known he was such a formidable figure, she would never have agreed, even for a billion. Going against such a person was pure suicide!

Xiangzi looked at his subordinates strewn across the floor like a carpet, his facial muscles twitching involuntarily. He knew he had made a grave miscalculation and offended someone he shouldn't have. But to think he would just submit? That would be to underestimate him.

Xiangzi’s hand quietly reached behind him to the pistol tucked into his waistband, issued by the manager. The manager had specifically ordered them never to use firearms lightly, and certainly not within the club or in front of witnesses. Those were the rules. But with his murderous intent ignited, Xiangzi no longer cared about rules. He had always been a desperate man; if someone dared to oppose him, he wouldn't let them live, even if they were the King of Heaven.

Suddenly, Xiangzi’s expression hardened. He whipped out the gun and fired at Lin Le. "Go to hell!"

A deafening *bang* echoed through the hallway. The crowd shrieked and stared at Lin Le. "Darling!" Ji Xiaorui gasped. Lingling and her friends paled. Ni Fang was shocked—could the great Mr. Lin really be finished just like that?

Zhang Yang and Ding Jun were jubilant, their smiles unconcealed. *You little brat, no matter how good your combat skills are, can you be faster than a bullet? You deserve to die!*

All eyes were fixed on Lin Le, and the hallway fell into a deathly silence. Lin Le stood with one hand raised before him, motionless, as if frozen in time. Then, a soft *clink* sounded in the silence—something had fallen from his fingers. The crowd looked down, and the next moment, they gasped, as if struck by lightning, shocked to the core.

On the marble floor lay a bullet head, deformed by pressure! The truth was clear: the boy had caught the incoming bullet out of mid-air with his fingers! They could not believe their eyes. Could this boy actually block a bullet with his bare hands? Was he even human?

If Lin Le taking down a hundred men could be explained by superior martial arts, this sight had completely transcended the limits of human understanding. They looked at him now as if he were a monster or a god. Zhang Yang and Ding Jun’s jaws hung open, their chins nearly hitting the floor. Lin Le’s power had far exceeded their wildest imaginations.

"This... how is this possible?" The most shocked of all was Xiangzi at the end of the hall. He had pulled the trigger himself, expecting the target to be dead, yet this had happened. His expression darkened; since he had started, there was no turning back. He had to kill the boy today, or he would have no way to survive. With a heart of stone, he prepared to pull the trigger again.

Just then, a roar erupted from another corridor behind Xiangzi. As Xiangzi turned, he was stunned. Before he could speak, a figure leaped out like a tiger. *Whack!* The man slapped Xiangzi across the face. Xiangzi spun like a top in the air before crashing to the ground. His gun skittered away.

The crowd was stunned by this sudden turn of events. When the figure landed, they saw a sturdy middle-aged man in a suit. He didn't look like a boss, but rather a high-level enforcer. However, his suit was clearly of the highest quality, surpassing the attire of many dignitaries, implying that his master was a person of immense status.

Lin Le felt a flicker of surprise as his gaze fell on the man. His strength was clearly impressive, reaching the peak of the Internal Force, not far from the Great Success level—comparable to the Four Vajras of the Hongying Society.

"Brother... Brother Zong..." Xiangzi scrambled up from the floor, bloodied and trembling with absolute terror.