C8 Really!

Upon spotting the man in the floral shirt charging at her, Xu Jin's brows furrowed tightly, and her face drained of color in fear. She darted towards Lee Mu for safety.

"Ah... Help me!"

Lee Mu watched as Xu Jin, while calling for help, took refuge behind him. He couldn't help but smirk. If his memory served him right, Xu Jin had just claimed to be a Taekwondo expert. How quickly she had changed her tune.

"Big sister, there's no need to be that terrified. It's just a thug, right? What happened to the Taekwondo expert who could take down three to five guys like me?"

"I..."

Prompted by Lee Mu, Xu Jin snapped back to reality. She pouted and retorted, "What do you know? I was intentionally showing weakness to catch them off guard."

Lee Mu shrugged. Despite Xu Jin's words, her expression betrayed her fear. But Lee Mu didn't feel the need to call her out on it. He was a man, and it was the perfect opportunity to demonstrate his protective side.

Besides, the man in the floral shirt had sought him out. If Lee Mu didn't give him a lesson, he wouldn't be living up to his own standards.

With this in mind, Lee Mu flashed a reassuring smile and gently patted Xu Jin's shoulder, saying, "Ms. Xu, leave this rough business to us men."

He then gestured towards the nearby car, "Hop in and stay put. Make sure to lock the door."

Xu Jin seemed about to protest, but the sleazy look on the man in the floral shirt made her stomach turn. She glanced at Lee Mu and said, "Then you be careful. If you need help, just wave."

Lee Mu offered a slight smile as he watched Xu Jin climb into the car, all while keeping an eye on the men in black. Once he was certain Xu Jin was safe, he found himself encircled by the group.

"Kid, I didn't expect you to play the hero. You've got some nerve. But let me tell you something unfortunate—I came prepared today. Neither of you is getting away."

Whoosh!

As the words of the man in the floral shirt trailed off, a swift whooshing noise filled the air. A group of men dressed in black surged forward, converging on Lee Mu. Each had seemingly conjured a stick from nowhere and began to strike Lee Mu's body and shoulders with ferocity.

Crack! Crack!

The crisp sounds of the sticks striking Lee Mu resonated, yet curiously, Lee Mu's face betrayed no sign of pain. In fact, he was virtually expressionless.

It didn't hurt!

That was Lee Mu's sole sensation. Truth be told, it startled him. Despite the grating noise, the blows felt soft, almost as if the sticks weren't making contact with his body at all.

No, something must have changed with my body!

Lee Mu pondered internally, suspecting that the transformation was linked to the chip implanted in his brain.

"Hahaha, who would have thought I'd become impervious to harm? With this newfound resilience, why should I fear you lot?" Lee Mu mused aloud.

Meanwhile, the man in the floral shirt watched with a malicious grin as his henchmen surrounded Lee Mu and pummeled him. He was convinced that Lee Mu had no chance of escape and that, given the ferocity of the assault, Lee Mu would be on the ground, begging for mercy within two minutes.

But as the beating dragged on, not only did Lee Mu fail to collapse, but the man in the floral shirt also thought he could faintly hear Lee Mu's laughter amidst the sound of the batons. This made him question his own hearing.

"Hold on!"

With a commanding shout, the man in the floral shirt halted his men. He approached Lee Mu, expecting to see a battered and bruised visage, but to his astonishment, Lee Mu appeared unscathed, his only disarray being his slightly rumpled clothes.

"What's going on here?"

The man in the floral shirt furrowed his brow and turned to glare at the men in black, berating them loudly, "You idiots have been thrashing around to no effect. How could you not land a single blow? I'm warning you, if you mess up like this, I'll spill everything to Mr. Dragon and let him deal with you!"

The men in black felt a sense of injustice upon hearing the accusation. They were certain they had hit Lee Mu, but why he remained unharmed was beyond their comprehension.

"Brother Dog, we're just as confused as you are. We definitely landed our hits on him, but he didn't even flinch. How can you blame us for that?"

"Cut the crap! Do you think I'm an idiot? Are you trying to treat me like a three-year-old?"

Before the men in black could finish their defense, the man in the floral shirt cut them off with another sharp rebuke. They fell silent, and at that moment, they noticed Lee Mu had quietly positioned himself right in front of them.

Startled, the man in the floral shirt hastily backed away, but he was no match for Lee Mu's speed. Barely retreating half a meter, he was hit with the despairing realization that he was completely immobilized.

"Haha, Brother Dog, your name really fits you," Lee Mu taunted, giving the man in the floral shirt a once-over. "You look like you might be a Dalmatian. But sadly, after today, you'll be nothing but a stray. Tsk, tsk, tsk!"

"You little punk, you... quit your babbling. Do you really think I won't..."

"What's that? You want to hit me again? Fine, I'll give you the opportunity."

With that, Lee Mu strode forward, snatching a stick from one of the men in black and offering it to the man in the floral shirt. "Here's the stick. I'll stand still, and you can take your shot."

"Really?"

The man in the floral shirt was taken aback. The idea of Lee Mu standing still to take a hit was hard to believe. Surely, there was no such easy opportunity in the world, and the young man before him didn't look like a fool.

But once the stick was firmly in his hands, whether Lee Mu was a fool or not no longer mattered. It was time for revenge. This kid had repeatedly humiliated him in front of others, making it impossible for him to hold his head high. He had been swindled out of thousands of yuan, suffered physical pain, endured injections, and faced a severe reprimand from his own boss. All these grievances demanded retribution!

Upon this realization, the man in the floral shirt could no longer contain himself. He lifted his arm and brought the stick down hard on Lee Mu's head with a resounding crack.

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