Ten million, a full ten million in compensation? And it's just a small punishment?

How can this guy say that?

Ten million is not a small amount either for ordinary people or the rich, right?

To ask for such a large compensation right off the bat, how could Ye Shengfeng agree to it? How could Director Ye dare to agree on Ye Shengfeng's behalf?

Baiji Water and the others couldn't help but be suspicious.

Su Lingshan, upon hearing this, couldn't help but feel nervous. She also thought Lin Beichen was being somewhat outrageous, asking for ten million right away — isn't this deliberately making things difficult? Would anyone agree?

"Don't worry, I will certainly relay your exact words." Director Ye said directly without hesitating.

"Great, hope you don't forget." Lin Beichen nodded, then turned and left with Su Lingshan.

Once Lin Beichen's figure disappeared completely from view, Director Ye suddenly collapsed weakly onto the ground like a deflated balloon, panting heavily.

"Thank goodness, finally got rid of this calamity."

"Damn, why did this calamity suddenly come from Port City to Pineapple Bay? Damn, looks like from now on I have to be even more cautious. It's best not to act rashly before this guy leaves, otherwise, who knows, it might bring utter disaster upon myself."

Recalling the tragic end of the Luo Family, one of Port City's four major families, Director Ye felt a chill down his spine, shivering all over.

Imagine, it's the Luo Family, one of the four major families in Port City! Their status there rivals that of the three major families in Pineapple Bay. Yet even such a giant was brought crashing down because of that kid. Let alone someone like him who's just a small fry compared to the four major families?

"This guy came to Pineapple Bay, and things won't be peaceful here." Director Ye thought.

...

After leaving the bar, Su Lingshan took Lin Beichen to the community where she lived to help him find a place.

Throughout, she remained calm and didn't ask any questions, speaking and acting as she usually would.

Lin Beichen was quite pleased with this. Not wasting time on explanations — who wants to engage in lengthy discussions?

Besides, Lin Beichen didn't feel it necessary to explain anything to Su Lingshan.

Although they were once classmates and now had some interaction due to Roger's matter, fundamentally, they lived in two different worlds. It can be foreseen that after this interaction, they will have little contact.

Since that's the case, why explain?

The place where Su Lingshan was temporarily staying was called Linshui Community, a somewhat dated building, showing signs of age while looking at it overall.

However, the advantage here is spaciousness and relatively affordable prices. Although Lin Beichen didn't care about whether it was cheap.

"I live opposite, look for me if you need anything."

After helping Lin Beichen find a place, Su Lingshan left. Though she tried to appear calm in front of him, in reality, her mind was quite chaotic, needing to return to her space to think things through, think about how to interact with this deeply-backgrounded old classmate in the future.

Consider how to pursue this handsome, talented, and well-backgrounded old classmate.

These are problems, big problems, requiring time for consideration.

After Su Lingshan left, Lin Beichen took a look at the house and then directly lay on the bed and fell into a deep sleep.

When he woke up, it was already the next day. He had just cooked himself a bowl of noodles, and hadn't had a chance to eat a couple of bites when he heard someone knocking on the door from outside.

Lin Beichen guessed it might be Su Lingshan who came over. He opened the door and was taken aback. Standing outside was a completely unfamiliar woman.

"Hello, I just moved in here, living opposite you. Please look after me." After speaking, this woman, less than one meter sixty, solemnly bowed.

Such a familiar scene, familiar words, familiar actions, almost made him think of adding a genuine "Sumimasen." 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

The vibe was too strong, Lin Beichen admits to being a bit imaginative.

"Are you... Neon?" Lin Beichen asked tentatively.

"Yes, how did Lin-kun know?" Feng Yeling replied.

Lin Beichen laughed, not directly answering. He knew perfectly well, very clearly. As someone who used to immerse himself day and night in Neon culture, Lin Beichen had in-depth knowledge of Neon people's appearance, actions, tone, speech patterns.

Under his discerning eyes, could any goblins escape his detection?

After accepting the business card from Feng Yeling and agreeing to attend her housewarming party, Feng Yeling left.

Returning to the room, Lin Beichen looked at the bowl of noodles that had already congealed, hesitated for about two or three seconds, then finally pinched his nose and ate it.

Can't waste food.

He washed down the breakfast with a drink, changed into a newly bought outfit, and went out to find Su Lingshan for inquiries.

Yesterday, Su Lingshan had promised to help him find someone well-informed in Pineapple Bay, a whole day had passed, yet he wasn't sure if there was any news.

However, just as he opened the door, a clamor came from the opposite side. Looking over, Lin Beichen saw the room opposite surrounded by several menacing thugs.

These guys, with tattoos on their arms and faces filled with malice, were cursing and banging on the door.

Contrasted by these grotesque, terrifying guys like evil apparitions, Feng Yeling, standing alongside with her neck shrunk and less than one meter sixty tall, seemed like a little bunny, ready to be devoured at any moment.

"Hey, what are you guys doing?"

"Kid, this has nothing to do with you. Get lost, you hear?" One of the brawny guys missing a pinky clenched his fist and waved it, saying: "Want to play hero saving the beauty? See if you have what it takes."

"Yeah, get lost quickly, otherwise we don't mind sorting you out as well." Another guy with a tuft of green hair on his forehead shouted.

Seeing this, Lin Beichen shook his head. He was too lazy to argue with these punks, avoiding lowering his own status.

He directly darted to the side of the green-haired guy who was shouting the loudest, landed an Inch Fist on the guy's chest.

Crack.

The sound of bones shattering echoed. The smile froze on green hair's face, only feeling his ears buzzing, as if his entire being had been struck by a high-speed truck directly.

All his flesh and bone throughout his body, including his organs, seemed forcibly compressed together by the impact.

Pain.

Such pain.

This agonizing pain surged like a tide over green hair, instantly occupying all his senses. Amidst the unbearable pain, he wailed like a kite with broken strings, flying over ten meters before crashing hard into a distant garbage can.

How could that fragile plastic garbage can withstand such a blow? Almost the moment green hair's head touched it, it shattered.

Standing unsteadily, covered in blood, not only was green hair soaked in blood, his head also bore a heap of stubborn refuse: sanitary napkins, tissue papers, glass shards, even several cockroach corpses.

His appearance looked both tragic and disgusting, a vivid depiction of the word "garbage."

By comparison, Lin Beichen stood there, calm and unbothered, as if simply swatting a cockroach away. He glanced at green hair trembling in the corner, then turned to the remaining tough guys, speaking calmly yet with irrefutable authority: "I don't care the reason, nor do I want to know your justification. Are you smashing doors, disturbing dreams, and cursing people early in the morning — that's your problem. Now, get out immediately, or don't blame me for being rude."

"Ahhhh, you bastard, you damn bastard!" Green hair, wiping away cockroach-filled napkin from his forehead, completely lost it.