C286 The Group Began to Fight an Acquaintance Came

"Whoosh..."

A breeze swept by, catching a discarded plastic bag on the ground and tossing it about. Eventually, it tumbled to a stop beside a trash can, making a crackling noise.

"Brother Long, you okay?"

"Quick, help Brother Long up!"

...

The boys trailing behind Qian Daloong rushed to his aid, lifting him to his feet. A bright red handprint was now visible on Qian Daloong's face. Though Lin Dong hadn't used much force, it was still a hefty blow for the average person. Qian Daloong's cheek was visibly swollen.

In that moment, Qian Daloong wore a look of sheer bewilderment. He had never imagined that Lin Dong would slap him, of all things! He had expected Lin Dong to kneel before him! It wasn't until his followers had propped him up that he began to regain his composure.

His eyes widened, burning with rage and malice as he glared at Lin Dong and bellowed, "You dare to strike me!"

"What about it? For a fool like you, not being killed by that slap is already showing restraint," Lin Dong replied coolly. His voice was steady, yet it carried an undeniable force. In his view, Qian Daloong was nothing more than an insignificant pest.

Had Lin Dong not been concerned about causing a scene, that slap could have easily snapped Qian Daloong's neck, leaving him lifeless on the ground. Lin Dong had held back, but Qian Daloong didn't see it that way. He believed Lin Dong was intentionally shaming him.

Qian Daloong, who came from a wealthy family and had always held a privileged position, was used to others fearing and submitting to him. This was the first time he had ever been struck across the face, and in front of an audience, no less! Lin Dong had even claimed it was an act of mercy!

This was something Qian Daloong couldn't stand for. He erupted in fury, veins throbbing on his forehead as he screamed at Lin Dong, "Damn it! Attack, I want him crippled today!" With that, he charged forward, leading the charge.

As he sprinted forward, his speed was incredibly fast, his arm cocked and ready to strike Lin Dong's face in an instant.

The boys trailing behind him surged forward in unison.

And the thugs he had recruited from the streets followed suit, brandishing their steel pipes and iron rods, raining blows down upon Lin Dong.

In that moment, the whole group was galvanized into action, converging on Lin Dong with force.

Particularly notable was a man with a scar etched across his face.

He was barehanded but moved with swift precision.

This man outpaced the others, reaching Lin Dong first, and swung his fist with intent.

"Whoosh!"

The sound of the wind heralded the incoming punch, aimed directly at Lin Dong's face.

Lin Dong stood with his hands in his pockets, seemingly frozen in place, as if petrified by the scar-faced man's attack.

A vicious sneer spread across the assailant's face.

Seeing Lin Dong standing there, offering no resistance, he seemed like an easy target, a punching bag that had willingly presented itself.

He was ready to deliver a blow that would leave Lin Dong spitting blood.

As the fist neared Lin Dong's face, something changed.

Lin Dong suddenly looked up, a glint of cold light flashing in his eyes.

Scarface was taken aback, caught off guard, and before he could react, Lin Dong's foot connected with his stomach.

Bang!

The sound of the heavy impact echoed.

With that kick, Lin Dong sent Scarface flying, tumbling through the air and crashing down, blood spilling from his mouth.

The advancing crowd came to an abrupt halt, their faces etched with astonishment.

Scarface, their toughest member, had been sent flying and left spitting blood by Lin Dong's swift retaliation.

The display was nothing short of formidable.

Lin Dong withdrew his foot, his gaze sweeping over the now-stilled crowd. He spoke in a calm, measured tone, "Why the pause? Keep it coming."

But no one moved an inch.

Even Qian Daloong was at a loss for words.

He had hoped to leverage Scarface's street connections to overpower Lin Dong.

Yet, in a single encounter, Lin Dong had effortlessly subdued them.

The standoff continued in an awkward silence.

As the crowd lingered in hesitation, a voice cut through the tension, "Who's this cocky, daring to strike my man, Scarface?"

The crowd parted, revealing a figure.

Lin Dong looked up only to recognize a familiar face...