Or perhaps it wasn't that he didn't want to continue moving, but rather that he no longer had the ability or the opportunity to do so. Because by now, Lin Beichen's fist had already landed on Yan Bin's chest at lightning speed. "A mere speck dares to compete with the bright moon? Truly laughable," Lin Beichen said as he unleashed the force from his hand.

"Boom." A thunderous sound echoed. Yan Bin felt as if he had been hit head-on by a fast-moving truck. All the blood, flesh, bones, and internal organs seemed to be forcibly compressed together in that collision.

In that extreme pain that seemed to affect his very soul, he had no time to consider anything else and was completely overwhelmed by it.

"Ah."

With a scream, he flew through the air like a rag doll, landing heavily on a wooden screen over ten meters away.

With a crisp sound, the screen, already teetering, could not withstand such a powerful impact and was instantly smashed into a hole. After this violent upheaval, Yan Bin was already bloody and battered, his face contorted, covered in tiny wounds, especially his chest which was deeply caved in, appearing particularly grim and terrifying.

In stark contrast to Yan Bin's miserable state, sprawled and struggling like a dead dog, Lin Beichen, after retracting his fist, simply stood there quietly, with a faint, almost imperceptible smile on his face, as if the person he had just punched into the air was not him.

He glanced at Yan Bin, who was wailing incessantly on the ground, and slowly said, "You not only offended me but also boasted about taking my life, even daring to go after my friends recklessly. Normally, trash like you deserves to be beaten to death.

But why am I so soft-hearted and compassionate? Even if you're like a bug crawling out of the sewer, I haven't crushed you but am willing to give you a chance to reform. People like me are rare these days, so remember to set up a longevity plaque for me when you go back, and forever be grateful for my mercy for not killing you."

"Ah ah ah ah, you bastard, how dare you? How dare you lay a hand on me?" Yan Bin propped himself against the wall with difficulty, pointing at Lin Beichen, roaring like a mad dog, "You beast, do you know who I am?"

At this moment, Yan Bin's head was drenched in blood, the face covered in it, nose flattened, eyes and mouth crooked, eyeballs nearly popping out, chest deeply sunken, legs and feet bending unnaturally, body full of scars, looking like a soldier who barely escaped from an ancient battlefield...

The sight was both utterly tragic and intensely horrifying.

This scene fell into the eyes of those around, like a bolt from the blue, leaving them stunned and speechless.

Everyone opened their eyes wide, mouths agape, staring at Yan Bin struggling to stand against the wall and then at Lin Beichen, who appeared utterly nonchalant, almost not believing their eyes.

In rebellion, in rebellion!

This poor wretch, who was worth less than a hundred bucks total, how dare he? How dare he lay such a heavy hand on Yan Bin, this young master of the Yan Family?

Wasn't this courting death? The boy was practically asking for it!

The Yan Family was an entity that none present would dare to provoke easily, yet this guy dared to, practically sealing his fate.

"Thump, thump, thump."

Just then, a series of dense footsteps rang out, followed by the door being slammed open from outside, and a group of tall, muscular men entered in single file.

These men, dressed in uniform black suits and wearing sunglasses, stood on either side, as a young man in a blue long robe, with a faint tattoo of a dragon's tail visible around his neck, walked out from the center.

His snake-like cold gaze swept across everyone present, and then his brows furrowed abruptly, his face turning somber instantly. He saw Yan Bin leaning against the wall in the corner, barely upright.

Upon seeing Yan Bin's pitiful appearance, with skewed mouth and flattened nose, a cold chill traveled from the spine to the head, causing his legs to tremble uncontrollably, as fear and fright surged like turbulent rivers, overwhelming him instantly.

Who?

Which piece of the dead-witted fool had dared to lay such harsh hands on the young master of the Yan Family, Yan Bin?

Wasn't this clearly seeking death?

In fear, the young man rushed to Yan Bin's side, helping him up while bowing, saying, "Young Master Yan, sorry, we arrived late. Rest assured, such an incident is a failure on us, and Ming Yue Lou will definitely give you and the Yan Family a satisfactory account."

"Sorry? Do you think a fucking sorry will resolve this? Ah?"

Upon seeing the face of the newcomer, Yan Bin immediately raised a hand and slapped the young man, then clenched his fist, shouting angrily at the young man, "Why didn't you idiots come later? If you came any later, I would have been beaten to death by this bastard. When I'm dead, when my dad comes with reinforcements, only then would you idiots realize the horror?"

In extreme anger and pain, Yan Bin had lost his sanity, becoming hysterical.

He shouted, cursed, and even beat the young man. This continued for several dozen seconds, then Yan Bin suddenly halted, pointing at Lin Beichen who was just watching the commotion, cursing, "What are you all waiting for? Quickly surround that bastard! If you let this bastard get away, I promise you'll find no job in Pineapple Bay!"

"Understood."

The young man immediately nodded in agreement, without a hint of hesitation. In his view, keeping himself out of trouble was key, and the life or death of that little punk was irrelevant.

Not to mention just surrounding and beating him, even if by accident he was beaten to death, what harm would it do?

After all, with the Yan Family backing, nothing serious would happen.

However, this thought vanished instantly when he raised his head and saw Lin Beichen's visage.

Under Lin Beichen's seemingly smiling gaze, the young man felt his heart rate accelerating and breathing becoming difficult, his entire face, mind, even body froze in place, unable to move.

Fear became the sole emotion occupying his heart at this moment.

And this fear continued to swell, swell, and swell with the passage of time, and when it reached a certain point...

"Crash."

With the sound of a faucet opening, the young man felt a warmth and release in his lower half, finally making his entire pants soaked through.

An intense smell of urine rapidly permeated the surroundings. The stench compelling everyone to hold their mouths while being utterly astonished by the young man's sudden public incontinence.

However, this astonishment barely lasted before even more shocking events almost dropped their jaws.

The young man who had just wet himself didn't hurriedly flee the scene to change clothes; instead, he ignored the strange looks from those around, his legs giving in as he knelt on the ground.

"Boom."

After kneeling with a mournful face, the young man did not stop or hesitate, as if he were just a mere dog, crawling up to Lin Beichen.

Grasping Lin Beichen's leg, this Ming Yue Lou leader who previously seemed quite self-important, now wailed like an ordinary woman, "Mr. Lin, I was wrong, failing to recognize you was my mistake, I deserve death, I deserve it."

Saying this, he raised a hand and severely slapped himself twice, not holding back in the slightest. With each slap, his whole face swelled.

Silence, a death-like silence.

The private room was engulfed by an immediate hush.

Everyone gazed wide-eyed and open-mouthed in utter shock at the Ming Yue Lou leader Qi Ming who had suddenly wet himself and knelt abruptly, almost questioning their sight and hearing.

Some even doubted if they were dreaming.