Moreover, Yan Mu is the eldest son of the Yan Family and the future helmsman of the Yan Group.

Such a top-tier figure, destined to stand at the pinnacle of Pineapple Bay, actually knows this boy?

Doesn't that mean this boy's identity is also extraordinary?

Thinking of this, Li Meiting and others who previously mocked Lin Beichen couldn't help but tremble, feeling a chill down their spines, as if they had fallen into an ice cave.

If this is true, then haven't they caused themselves a huge trouble?

Lan Zihua, seeing this, also showed a hint of surprise. She really didn't expect Lin Beichen to have a connection with Yan Mu of the Yan Group.

Since he's connected to Yan Mu, why would he still approach me?

Just when Lan Zihua was full of doubts, a roar pulled her back from her thoughts.

"Get lost, get the hell out of my way."

Li Jile roared, grabbing Yang Penghui by the collar, pulling him in front of him, and snarled like a mad dog, "So what if this kid knows Yan Mu? Daring to harm me like this, even if he knows Yan Family's patriarch, he's dead today."

With that, he lifted his foot and kicked Yang Penghui in the chest, flipping him onto the ground. Then he pointed at Lin Beichen and shouted, "Kid, you think having a bit of a connection with the Yan Group means I'll let you off?

Dream on, even if an Immortal came today, they couldn't save you, I'm telling you."

After shouting, Li Jile yelled to the Silver Spring Tea Garden security guards, "What are you waiting for? Beat him up!"

...

In the inner courtyard of Silver Spring Tea Garden.

A middle-aged man was sitting in a chair, tasting soup noodles made by his secretary, savoring the flavor. Suddenly, the door knocked, startling him so much he almost spilled his soup.

Thankfully, he steadied himself in time, finished his soup completely, tidied up his clothes a bit, and then called out, "Come in."

The henchman rushed in, bowing respectfully, and hurriedly said, "Boss, something's happened, something big."

"Speak." The middle-aged man waved the secretary out, asking carelessly.

He looked as if he didn't care at all.

After all, what big thing could happen at this Silver Spring Tea Garden?

Who doesn't know that this Silver Spring Tea Garden is under Hou Wei's protection?

Who doesn't know that Hou Wei has a Black Boxing champion under him?

With these two big backers, who would dare cause trouble at his Silver Spring Tea Garden?

So, for Hou Wei, what others call a big issue is probably just trivial matters to him.

He was even ready to kick the henchman out if he couldn't give a reasonable explanation.

However…

"What? Li Jile, the second son of the Li Family, was beaten up here?"

Hou Wei stood up abruptly, grabbed the henchman's neck fiercely, and asked, "Are you sure you're not joking with me?"

"No, no, boss, what I said is true."

"Bastard." Before the henchman could finish, Hou Wei threw him out and instructed the two bodyguards at the door, "Quick, bring Gang Lie here. I want to see which guy has the guts to cause trouble in my place."

...

Meanwhile, on the other side, several burly men holding black iron rods had surrounded Lin Beichen.

They spaced themselves out, discreetly blocking all possible escape routes for Lin Beichen. Only then did they slowly and methodically advance.

Clearly, these guys had coordinated countless times before, their movements very coordinated and skilled.

When they were about a body's length from Lin Beichen, they stopped simultaneously. Then, each one waved their iron rods and charged at Lin Beichen with menacing smiles.

In the moment Lin Beichen was trapped, their movements became completely reckless and chaotic, as if Lin Beichen were a fish in a barrel, with no chance of resisting. They thought, since victory was assured, why waste more time? Li Shao's voice urging them to end this farce was growing impatient.

Not only them, but the surrounding onlookers also generally believed Lin Beichen was beyond saving, and no one thought he had a chance to escape.

Even though Lin Beichen had displayed extraordinary strength before, in the eyes of the onlookers, it seemed to change nothing. After all, this isn't a movie; one person's power, no matter how strong, has its limits and cannot remain unscathed under siege.

Moreover, the attackers were not only armed but had Lin Beichen surrounded; how could Lin Beichen turn this around?

"How could he lose?" someone sneered, "How can one person possibly defeat so many?"

However, just when everyone believed Lin Beichen was doomed, and Li Jile was already grinning maliciously, ready to enjoy the sight of Lin Beichen's plight, a loud bang shattered the calm.

Everyone looked up in shock to see that Lin Beichen, far from backing down, instead took the initiative. A left jab struck like lightning, hitting a guard's chest.

"Boom!" That guard seemed to have been hit by a cannon, his whole body appearing to tear apart as he screamed and flew backward, slamming hard into the ground. Immediately afterward, a series of collision sounds rang out, and the other guards were like leaves swept up by a gale, sent flying by Lin Beichen.

"Ah! My hand!"

"So painful!"

The once fierce and grim guards now lay painfully on the ground, with broken ribs or fractured limbs, and some even had their teeth knocked out. This scene shocked everyone as Lin Beichen's strength far exceeded their imagination.

"This… how is this possible?" Li Jile's eyes widened, staring at Lin Beichen in disbelief. He had always thought Lin Beichen was strong, but he never expected him to be this strong. This level of power to defeat multiple opponents at once could probably only be possessed by those black boxing champions, right?

Amid everyone's shock, an angry voice suddenly rang out: "Who's causing trouble here? Daring to run wild on my Hou Wei's turf? Have you gone tired of living?" As the voice finished, a middle-aged man dressed in a navy blue long gown, with a jade pendant hanging around his neck and a luxury watch on his wrist, walked in. Behind him were more than a dozen people, one particularly striking—a giant built like a small mountain, whose every step made people tremble.

"Li Shao, are you okay?" Hou Wei immediately noticed the bloodied Li Jile and hurried over to ask.

"Hou Wei, is this your so-called VIP Supreme Service at Silver Spring Tea Garden?" Li Jile shouted in fury, "This supreme service is really something, only showing up when I'm almost beaten to death!"

Hou Wei naturally sensed the sarcasm in Li Jile's words but didn't dare to retort. After all, it was indeed their Silver Spring Tea Garden's mistake this time. He could only smile bitterly and apologize to Li Jile, promising to give a satisfactory explanation.

The crowd in the venue erupted in chatter, especially the tourists from Macau who were particularly shocked. They hadn't expected this Hou Wei to be the owner of Silver Spring Tea Garden and a former bigwig of some Macau gang. Wasn't he supposed to have died in a turf war? How was he appearing here?

"Hou Wei, don't say I didn't give you face," Li Jile said with a grim face, "Today, if you can capture this kid and his family and bring them to me, and handle the aftermath properly, I won't pursue this matter further. Otherwise... you wouldn't want to know how strong the Li Family is in Pineapple Bay."

Hearing this, Hou Wei nodded to show his understanding, then turned to the giant behind him, Gang Lie, saying: "Gang Lie, did you hear what Li Shao said? Capture this kid for me, just leave him with one breath."

The name Gang Lie revitalized Li Jile. He had heard of this name and had even seen this person in action. He was a champion of underground black boxing a few years ago, infamous for his ruthless and lethal blows.