Chapter 1474 - 1489: Bark Like a Dog

Chapter 1474: Chapter 1489: Bark Like a Dog

Lin Mu, sitting to the side, was puzzled. How come there were so many dumbasses in this world who didn’t know what was good for them? Even picking up girls depends on your own ability, right? Do they think all the pretty chicks out there are just up for grabs by whoever wants them?

If it really worked like that, wouldn’t the whole world be in chaos? So for any pretty girl, the guy next to her is bound to be pretty badass!

That’s basic common sense! But there are always some brain-dead idiots who don’t get even these simple truths!

So for those Lanzai who don’t get it, as the big boss of the South China Flying Dragon Sect, Lin Mu naturally had the duty to teach them a lesson, so these Lanzai could at least broaden their horizons a bit!

"Girl, why’re you ignoring your bro here, what’s your name?" The Chicken Crown punk saw that Zhou Xun didn’t respond at all and even rolled her eyes at him. But a Lanzai is still a Lanzai; he didn’t get mad, kept that same sleazy, punch-me face, downright disgusting, like he’d just swallowed several flies.

Lin Mu picked up the beer glass in front of him, took a sip, then patted Chicken Crown on the shoulder. Chicken Crown turned to glance at Lin Mu, his expression totally different from just now, and asked coldly, "What?"

"Pfft..." Lin Mu didn’t actually swallow the beer in his mouth; he sprayed it all over Chicken Crown’s face.

"Fuck, motherfucker." Chicken Crown jumped up from his chair, then wiped at the beer all over his face. He couldn’t have looked more pathetic!

"You fucking dare spray me? Got a death wish or what?" The Chicken Crown Lanzai pointed at Lin Mu and cursed, and the punks around him all put on arrogant faces. Some started rolling up their sleeves, some clenched their fists and showed off their not‑so‑impressive muscles, like they were about to pounce and give Lin Mu a serious beating. If it were an ordinary person, they’d probably be scared shitless by their act already.

Too bad Lin Mu was the Wolf Fang Soldier King of the North African Grassland, so there was no way he’d be scared by them. He just smiled and said, "You know why I sprayed you?"

"Why? You sick of living?" Chicken Crown asked.

"Because looking at you makes me nauseous." Lin Mu said to Chicken Crown.

"Motherfucker, you itching for a beating, huh? Asking for it, huh? I’ll loosen up your skin today." Chicken Crown spat, then swung his fist toward Lin Mu.

Lin Mu sat in his chair, lifted his leg in one smooth motion, and planted a solid kick right into Chicken Crown’s stomach.

Chicken Crown grunted and went flying to the floor, weak as hell!

"Fuck, brothers, I’ll take him!" Chicken Crown yelled from where he was sprawled on the ground.

The other little Lanzai saw this and rushed at Lin Mu like a bunch of headless flies. Of course, dealing with a few flies, Lin Mu had always been the type to swat several to death with one slap.

So Lin Mu didn’t mind at all, and with just a few punches and kicks he had the whole bunch of Lanzai lying on the floor.

"Man, this is boring. With crap skills like that you still dare run around acting tough, even trying to pick up girls? You fuckers don’t even bother taking a piss and looking at your own sorry faces!" Lin Mu waved his hand dismissively, looking bored.

They’d made such a scene, seven or eight guys on their side and they still couldn’t take down one man. If word got out, they’d die of embarrassment. So of course Chicken Crown wasn’t willing to let it go. Looked like there was no way to end tonight without someone getting cut and seeing some blood!

Chicken Crown忍者 the pain as he clambered up from the floor, then smoothly pulled a dagger from his jacket, pointed it at Lin Mu and said, "Motherfucker, looks like we’re not getting out of here without some blood tonight. You’ve got two choices: one, kneel and beg for mercy; two, get stabbed by me a dozen times and end up in the hospital."

Lin Mu chuckled, looking at Chicken Crown, then put on a fake frightened face, full of mockery. "Hehe, I’m so scared, I’m such a coward, don’t scare me, okay?"

Seeing Lin Mu making fun of him, Chicken Crown had nothing more to say—time to throw down.

"Go to hell, motherfucker." Chicken Crown cursed, then lunged at Lin Mu with the dagger.

Lin Mu sat perfectly still in his chair. As the dagger thrust toward him, he grabbed Chicken Crown’s wrist in one smooth motion and twisted hard. The next second, there was a crack, and Chicken Crown’s wrist was snapped by Lin Mu; the dagger in his hand dropped toward the floor.

Lin Mu casually snatched up the dagger, yanked Chicken Crown forward, and slammed his hand down on the table.

Snap—Lin Mu flicked his wrist, and the dagger stabbed into the wooden table right between Chicken Crown’s fingers.

"Huu..." Chicken Crown couldn’t help but suck in a sharp breath, cold sweat breaking out all over his head.

That scared the hell out of him. If the dagger had shifted just a bit, his fingers would’ve been gone for sure! Lin Mu still had Chicken Crown’s right hand pinned, and his other hand rested on the dagger. "Believe it or not, all I have to do is push this dagger down, and all your fingers are gone?"

Chicken Crown panicked instantly. He really didn’t want to become a cripple this early in life!

"Big bro, I was wrong, I was wrong." Chicken Crown started begging for mercy.

"Wrong? What exactly were you wrong about? Weren’t you acting all badass just now? Didn’t you want to see my blood, make me kneel and beg?" Lin Mu looked at Chicken Crown and said.

"I was blind, with these titanium-alloy dog eyes of mine. I won’t dare talk shit anymore, let me go, big bro... no, hero... no, grandpa..." Chicken Crown pleaded miserably.

"Let you go? But I don’t see any reason to let you go. Wouldn’t cutting off one of your fingers feel great? Only then would I feel satisfied!" Lin Mu said, looking at Chicken Crown.

Hearing this, Chicken Crown’s asshole clenched tight; he almost pissed himself. He dropped straight to his knees and quickly stammered, "No, big bro, hero, grandpa, please don’t, spare me just this once..."

"Spare you this once, huh?" Lin Mu said, as if considering it.

"Big bro, big bro, I really know I was wrong, you’re magnanimous, spare me this once." Chicken Crown hurriedly begged again.

"It’s not impossible to spare you, but I’m really pissed off right now. If you can make me laugh, maybe if I’m in a good mood, I’ll let you go." Lin Mu said, looking at Chicken Crown.

"Big bro, what’ll it take to make you happy?" Chicken Crown heard there was hope and quickly asked. Whatever it was, it had to be better than losing his hand!

"How about this: lie on the floor and bark like a dog, and then all of you leave here barking like dogs. How’s that sound?" Lin Mu said.

"B‑bark... like dogs, that..."

"Not willing?" Lin Mu looked at Chicken Crown and asked. "If you’re not willing, then I’ll just have to find some other fun. Cutting fingers off sounds like a pretty good game to me, actually. Seems even more fun and exciting. Let’s go with cutting fingers then."

"No, big bro, hero, grandpa, I’m willing, I’m totally willing!" Chicken Crown practically howled in despair. Barking like a dog was hundreds, thousands of times better than having his fingers chopped off. Once the fingers were gone, half his life was over. So without hesitation, Chicken Crown chose to bark like a dog. So what if he lost face once? By the time you’re mixed up in this world like this, you don’t have any face left anyway!