Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality-Chapter 1102 - 554: Better You Than Me (Part 2)

Chen Yuanyuan dodged his sleazy hand, but Qian Zihao didn't give up and reached out to grab her again.

"If you dodge again, I won't be so polite." His eyes were filled with greed and malice, as if he already saw Chen Yuanyuan as his prey.

Meanwhile, the other boys present watched the spectacle with excitement, as if they had been anticipating it for a long time.

However, Chen Yuanyuan's beauty was impossible to ignore, and the number of people pursuing her was like stars in the sky, enough to circle the school's playground.

At this moment, this crowd was about to witness a scene of their dreams; how could they not be excited? How could they not be thrilled?

Qian Zihao was not stingy, there was a chance that after he enjoyed the first taste, he could leave some leftovers for them.

Such an opportunity was hard to come by, even with a lantern, and just thinking about it makes one's heart race uncontrollably.

But just when everyone thought Chen Yuanyuan was doomed, at the moment when she had no escape, a figure suddenly appeared in front of her—it was Lin Beichen.

He reached out and grabbed Qian Zihao's wrist, his gaze cold as frost. He looked at Qian Zihao without a shred of emotion, "How dare you lay a hand on my employer right in front of me? Are you tired of living?"

Qian Zihao, stopped, glanced at Lin Beichen with a sneer, "You little punk, I don't have time for you. Now you dare to step up to me?" He twisted his hands, and his bones crackled, "Since you're seeking death, I'll grant you your wish."

Despite Qian Zihao's indulgence in wine, women, and wealth, he wasn't just any ordinary person.

Years ago, he traveled to Thailand to learn Muay Thai; although his study was brief, his skills were still decent.

Against an ordinary person, he was confident in his abilities.

In his view, with just one punch, he could knock this ignorant pretty boy to the ground.

However, Lin Beichen simply waved a finger, "It's not you granting me, but me granting you. But don't worry, I'm kind-hearted and won't take your life. At most, I'll help you eliminate the source of evil." As he spoke, his gaze lingered on Qian Zihao's lower body, the meaning unmistakable.

"You little bastard, you're courting death!" Qian Zihao roared in anger, charging at Lin Beichen with a punch aimed at his forehead.

The punch whistled through the air, and others could even feel the wind by their ears, demonstrating the power behind the punch.

Qian Zihao's eyes were filled with murderous intent, convinced that this punch was enough to render Lin Beichen incapacitated.

Yet, just as the fist was about to touch Lin Beichen, a sudden loud "bang" erupted.

Qian Zihao's figure abruptly halted, and the sneer on his face froze.

He looked at Lin Beichen in horror, managing to utter a single word: "You..."

Then he felt a sharp pain in his chest, as if he'd been hit head-on by a fast-moving truck.

"Ah!" Qian Zihao screamed, his body flew like a ragdoll, landing heavily on a pine tree ten meters away.

The tree, the size of an arm, snapped at the impact, sending wood and leaves fluttering down, covering Qian Zihao. He lay there, looking like a corpse drenched in crimson blood.

"I told you I wouldn't kill you, and I won't." Lin Beichen walked up to Qian Zihao, speaking calmly, "However, to prevent you from harming others again, I've decided to act on behalf of justice and eliminate the source of your evil." With that, he stepped on Qian Zihao's face.

"Ahhh! You little punk, how dare you!!" Qian Zihao struggled and roared, his eyes blood-red, "If you dare to touch me, my father won't let you go!"

At that moment, he was in a sorry state, his high-end suit tattered to strips, with multiple broken ribs in his collapsed chest.

His face was covered in blood, his features twisted, looking utterly miserable.

The group was terrified by the scene, staring in horror at Lin Beichen and the prone Qian Zihao, unable to believe their eyes and ears.

This guy dared to lay a hand on the son of the Qian Family Patriarch? And with such brutality? Their hearts were filled with shock and fear.

Even Chen Yuanyuan was stunned; although she had high hopes for Lin Beichen, his fierce actions had exceeded her expectations.

Yet what dominated most was gratitude and emotion because she knew Lin Beichen did it primarily to help her.

Suddenly, the roaring sound of cars arrived, several vehicles speeding up to halt in front of the crowd.

The doors opened, and a group of people got out and surrounded a middle-aged man walking to the front.

The middle-aged man, wearing gold-rimmed glasses and sporting a buzz cut, saw Qian Zihao lying in a pool of blood and turned pale instantly. His legs wobbled, and his heart thumped wildly.

"Young Master Qian, are... are you alright?" The middle-aged man asked Qian Zihao with a mournful look.

My goodness, which fool with no regard for life dared to beat the son of the Qian Family Patriarch like this? That's seeking death!

Supported by the middle-aged man, Qian Zihao barely stood, furious as he roared at the middle-aged man, "Do I look alright to you, huh??"

His fists clenched, his eyes red and veins bulging, pointing at Lin Beichen who stood unbothered, shouting, "I want this kid dead! I want him without a grave!!"

"Yes!" Chen Yu quickly nodded in response, his only thought at this moment was to quickly redeem himself, to pacify Qian Zihao.

As for the pretty boy opposite, who cared! Better him than me! If this kid dared to make such a big commotion, he'd better be ready to be killed.

"What are you waiting for? Didn't you hear Young Master Qian?" Chen Yu turned to the dozen subordinates behind him, "Quickly kill that kid!" As he spoke, his gaze unconsciously turned to face Lin Beichen. However, as he saw Lin Beichen clearly, Chen Yu suddenly froze; he stared at Lin Beichen's face for several seconds.

Just as Qian Zihao grew impatient and was about to urge them, the unexpected happened.

A muffled "bang!" echoed abruptly, and Chen Yu astonishingly knelt straight before Lin Beichen!

This scene left everyone stunned, including the furious Qian Zihao, who paused in disbelief, staring at Chen Yu.

A sudden clear sound reverberated in the air, Chen Yu's legs seemed to lose strength, incredibly, he knelt straight before Lin Beichen like that.

"Bang bang bang!" The sound of heads knocking on the ground continued, Chen Yu's forehead intimately kissed the ground, and soon it was red, with faint traces of blood.

"Young Master, it's my mistake for not recognizing you." Chen Yu said while slapping his own face harshly, mixing snot and tears, a pitiful sight, but he couldn't care less at the moment.

This sudden change left everyone around dumbfounded, including Chen Yu's subordinates.

They stared at their manager, their faces puzzled and confused.

This notorious figure, known for his viciousness, how did he suddenly become so miserable?

The crowd felt hit by lightning from a clear sky, raising their heads in shock and disbelief.

They could hardly understand why the once arrogant Chen Yu would suddenly kneel and submit.

Qian Zihao was also taken aback, after several seconds, he roared in rage, "Chen Yu, have you lost it?" He pulled out his phone and hurled it at the back of Chen Yu's head.

The phone struck like a brick, making a crisp "crack."

Blood flowed like a spring from the back of Chen Yu's head, staining his clothes and eyes red.

Chen Yu shivered at Qian Zihao's roar, his anger dissipating completely.