Chapter 106: The Arrival of Sun Yibin

Is this even human strength? A single person scattered a group of nearly a hundred, knocking dozens unconscious on the spot.

Before losing consciousness, Black Bear and Scar's only thought was that they were completely done for this time—they had provoked someone they should never have crossed.

Ling Tian reined in his aura, standing proudly like a war god before Black Bear and Scar. His sharp gaze swept over them like a sword, filled with indifference. Such a fierce and domineering attack could truly be called a sweeping conquest.

Over thirty thugs who had fallen to the ground, unable to flee in time, even those who could now get up had lost all courage before Ling Tian. They all instinctively chose to lie still and play dead, unaware that Ling Tian had held back his full strength; otherwise, none of them would have survived.

“B-Bro, is that even human? He’s like Superman, insanely strong,” one thug whispered to his companion, secretly glancing at Ling Tian, who stood like a war god. He trembled all over with fear.

The one they called “Big Brother” whispered back, “You don’t know anything. To me, this guy’s way stronger than other experts. Didn’t you see how he charged like a cannonball and scattered over eighty of us? Enough talking—just play dead.”

Ling Tian glanced at the pretending thugs and sneered coldly. For this level of skill, how dare they run with the pack? They only knew how to bully honest people—a bunch of parasites on society. “Stop playing dead. I didn’t even use my full power just now. Otherwise, not one of you would still be alive.”

Not having unleashed his full strength? And he was already that strong? If he did, then...

The thugs playing dead didn’t dare to think any further.

“Are you all deaf? Get up, line up properly!” Ling Tian shouted angrily. With the aid of his true energy, his voice exploded like thunder, stunning more than ten people immediately. Nearby, windows shattered, shards tinkling onto the ground, glinting coldly under the dim yellow light.

Those not knocked out scrambled up hastily, helping each other up and dragging the stunned ones aside. Despite their usual inefficiency and lack of organization, this group suddenly rallied, rising within thirty seconds and standing obediently together, awaiting Ling Tian’s orders.

“You four, splash water on Black Bear and Scar to wake them up,” Ling Tian casually pointed out a few thugs.

Four of the men stepped forward, eyes wide with terror, cautiously saying, “B-Bro, there’s no water here.”

Ling Tian snorted coldly. “No water? Don’t you know how to look for some? Do I have to teach you everything?” He was at his wit’s end; Black Bear and Scar’s gang was nothing but a headache filled with idiots.

Following Ling Tian’s command, the thugs searched the vicinity but found no water. Finally, one of them timidly returned carrying a tattered mop.

Ling Tian was dumbfounded. What did they intend to do with a mop?

Then came the maddening scene: these fools began wringing the mop by hand, hoping to squeeze out some water.

“You really are idiots. Don’t you know to check the nearby buildings for water? What kind of morons are you? With brains like that, you should just stay home and not come out here.”

Terrified, the thugs dropped the mop and slunk off to the nearby residential buildings to fetch water.

Ling Tian said, “Forget it. You don’t have to look for water anymore. Come back and stand beside Black Bear and Scar. Take off your pants.”

Take off their pants? What was he planning?

The thugs exchanged suspicious glances, wanting to ask but too afraid. They obediently pulled their pants down and looked up at Ling Tian, awaiting further orders.

“Do I have to tell you? Pee on them.”

Pee? How could they possibly do that in this situation? And on their own big brothers? They almost shrank back in fear. Even if they wanted to, they couldn’t. The unlucky few holding their pants didn’t know what to do and looked pitifully at Ling Tian, hoping he would withdraw the command.

Can’t pee? I’ll help you.

Ling Tian let out a roar to the sky, like a divine dragon’s furious cry breaking through the firmament, shaking the heavens.

To Zhao Ming and others, it was like the roar of a celestial dragon. But to the thugs, it sounded like the death knell from hell, a mournful wail of countless ghosts and vengeful spirits.

They immediately wet themselves in fright.

Four streams of urine splashed onto Black Bear and Scar’s faces. They felt warm at first, then cold as the urine cooled.

Slowly regaining consciousness, they instinctively smacked their lips, overwhelmed by the pungent, salty smell. When they opened their eyes and saw four of their men peeing on them, with yellow liquid streaming down...

“What the hell are you doing?!” Black Bear and Scar jumped up like they’d been electrocuted, cursing loudly.

“It was my order. Got a problem with that?” Ling Tian said coolly, his sharp gaze sweeping over them. The two trembled and lowered their heads, too scared to meet his eyes, letting the urine run down without wiping it off.

Ling Tian snorted dismissively. “With such pathetic spirit, you dare roam the streets? A real man stands tall even in despair, faces death bravely, and never bows his proud head. Look at you—calling you scum is too generous.”

Though he spoke to Black Bear and Scar, the first half of his words were meant for Zhao Ming, signaling in another way that a man should be upright and unyielding, proud even in the direst straits. That is what it means to be a true man.

A man is not called a man because of what’s between his legs.

Zhao Ming stepped forward and asked Ling Tian, “What do you intend to do with these people?”

“Scum belong where scum stay,” Ling Tian sneered. “Send them to the police station to turn themselves in.”

Hearing this, Black Bear and the others felt a strange relief. Usually, the word “police station” filled them with dread, but now it seemed like paradise. Ling Tian was far more terrifying than prison.

Faced with Ling Tian’s overwhelming power and cold-blooded ruthlessness, Black Bear and his gang would rather serve time behind bars. It meant they had lost all ambition; in other words, Ling Tian had crushed them mentally.

“Zhao Ming, your problem is solved today. You can come with me to the Splendid City Group, or we can start a new company together,” Ling Tian said with a smile. If not for Zhao Ming, Ling Tian wouldn’t bother dealing with this pack of scum; handling them was just dirty work.

At that moment, two beams of light appeared down the alley. A white BMW sped in, ignoring the rough road, charging forward recklessly, as if it would plunge over a cliff without hesitation.

Ling Tian frowned slightly. Who was coming this time? Could it be Black Bear and Scar’s backer? Thinking this, he sneered inwardly. No matter if the visitor was the king of heaven himself, Black Bear and his cronies had to be taken to the police. These scum must face justice and no longer threaten society.

Black Bear and the others wondered what the car was about. Surely no one just wandered the alley at this hour for fun. As the car drew closer, Black Bear saw the license plate and his face turned ashen. This time, they were truly doomed.

Approaching the residential building’s gate, the BMW braked sharply, leaving a half-meter black skid mark. Before the car stopped, the door swung open. Sun Yibin hurried out, nervously scanning the surroundings.

Two bodyguards in suits followed, sturdy though not tall, one with his right hand tucked into his jacket pocket, both surveying the area warily.

Seeing the scene and recalling the escapee’s report, Sun Yibin gasped inwardly. Is this human? Such overwhelming power—could he be one of those legendary martial artists? Sun Yibin thought how wise it was to submit to Ling Tian earlier.

Scar stared blankly at the sudden arrival of the BMW. When he saw Sun Yibin step out, he immediately perked up. He had seen photos of Black Bear and Sun Yibin and heard Black Bear say that Sun was a true big brother in the underworld, a special forces veteran with deep ties to the prestigious Li family, one of the four great clans.

“Big Brother, your big brother’s here. We’re saved! Look at his bearing and demeanor—definitely a big shot,” Scar said excitedly, oblivious to Black Bear’s grim expression.

Zhao Ming, unfamiliar with the situation, also felt uneasy. The men stepping out looked nothing like Black Bear’s gang—confident, efficient, and professional.

Sun Yibin composed himself, straightened his clothes, and even took a bottle of mineral water to rinse his mouth—a traditional gesture of respect, signifying high regard for the person he was about to meet.

This was one of the highest forms of etiquette, showing how much Sun Yibin valued Ling Tian.

After rinsing, accompanied by his bodyguards, Sun Yibin approached and stopped about a meter away, expressionless as he looked at Ling Tian.