Chapter 1489 - 1504: Crippled

Chapter 1489: Chapter 1504: Crippled

The next second, Cheng Mingwei glared viciously at Lin Mu, "With your character, do you even deserve to compete with me for a wife?"

"Cheng Mingwei, let go, don’t be impulsive." Liu Yuye quickly stepped forward to stop him.

However, Liu Yuye’s attempt to stop him was useless. Cheng Mingwei turned his head to look at Liu Yuye and said, "What, are you afraid I’ll hurt this pretty boy? Today I must give him a good beating..."

"No, I’m afraid you..." Liu Yuye kindly advised, because she knew Lin Mu’s skills and how he had single-handedly taken down more than a dozen masters from the Wei Family. Now, someone like Cheng Mingwei wanting to fight him would just be asking for trouble.

Sure enough, before Liu Yuye finished her words, they heard Cheng Mingwei let out a miserable scream: "Ah..."

And then, unsurprisingly, he was knocked flying.

We must realize that Lin Mu, honored as the super soldier king of the Mercenary Realm, how could he allow a rich second-generation idiot to point fingers at him? And if that idiot goes as far as grabbing Lin Mu’s throat to further threaten him, that goes far beyond Lin Mu’s tolerance!

What can be endured should be endured, what cannot be endured must not be endured, when patience reaches its limit, no further patience is needed, so Lin Mu swiftly delivered a straight punch directly to Cheng Mingwei’s face.

The next second, the always pampered rich young master Cheng Mingwei was flipped head over heels and sent flying.

"Remember, never pretend to be invincible, pretending leads to downfall, looking for trouble means either death or injury!" Lin Mu looked at Cheng Mingwei on the ground with a proud smile.

At this moment, Cheng Mingwei was filled with rage; he, the distinguished young master Cheng in Longdu, what kind of status and position he held! And yet, he was knocked down by an insignificant guy with a punch—if this gets out, how would he keep face in the gang scene? So he must regain his dignity.

Although receiving Lin Mu’s punch made his face hurt, it did not mean he would surrender to Lin Mu.

Cheng Mingwei quickly got up from the ground and then picked up a wooden chair from the side.

"F*ck you, you ****** bastard." Cheng Mingwei cursed, then raised the wooden chair to hit Lin Mu.

Lin Mu raised his arm and casually blocked it, only to hear a loud bang, the wooden chair shattered directly.

The wooden chair Cheng Mingwei raised hit Lin Mu’s arm, and Lin Mu’s arm was fine, but the wooden chair in Cheng Mingwei’s hand smashed to pieces, a situation indeed surprising. Cheng Mingwei stared blankly at the broken wooden chair in his hands, evidently quite shocked at Lin Mu’s body’s resistance; how could it be so strong? His damn arm is harder than a wooden chair? Is he even human? He’s simply like Ultraman descended from Mars!

Immediately, the rich young master Cheng Mingwei felt the pain in his balls! Lin Mu took that hit, of course, he wouldn’t take it for nothing. Although he wasn’t hurt, Lin Mu was very upset. As a Wolf Fang Soldier King, he always took advantage of others and got whatever he wanted. How could he let Cheng Mingwei off the hook so easily today? Was it possible to let him off with a heavy hit?

So, the next second, Lin Mu flicked his finger lightly on the fork on the western table, and the fork accurately jabbed towards Cheng Mingwei’s thigh.

"Ah..."

Soon, the entire restaurant echoed with a frenzy of screams, and blood flowed from Cheng Mingwei’s thigh, while the fork Lin Mu used for eating western food was still stabbed into Cheng Mingwei’s thigh.

There’s no denying the scene was very bloody, and Cheng Mingwei’s face twisted in pain, and soon six or seven men in black suits rushed into the restaurant, running towards Cheng Mingwei.

"Young Master Cheng, Young Master Cheng, are you okay?" The bodyguards surrounded Cheng Mingwei.

"Do I f*cking look okay to you?" Cheng Mingwei roared in anger, and he was right, blood flowing nonstop from his thigh, even an idiot could see that this time young master Cheng was utterly screwed, anyone with eyes could take one look and know young master Cheng got into big trouble!

"Young Master Cheng, bear with it a little, I’ll call an ambulance immediately." One of the bodyguards said, then quickly took out his phone and made a call.

"Young Master Cheng, who did this to you?" The bodyguards began to ask.

"Him!" Cheng Mingwei pointed angrily at Lin Mu, leisurely sipping water, and screamed, "Take him down, stab him full of forks for me."

What’s more, Lin Mu, after stabbing him with a fork, is still so leisurely drinking tea, it’s no wonder Cheng Mingwei was enraged.

Facing Lin Mu’s so-called "showing off," Cheng Mingwei couldn’t take it any longer, even if he wouldn’t go to the hospital first, he had to see Lin Mu beaten to a pulp.

The bodyguards, hearing Cheng Mingwei’s order, without saying another word, turned and lunged toward Lin Mu. Lin Mu sat on the wooden chair, not moving an inch, unconcerned about the bodyguards charging at him.

When the bodyguards lunged over and punched at Lin Mu, Lin Mu didn’t even raise his head. He extended his hand with a snap; an Iron Fist directly countered. Yet Lin Mu felt nothing, while the opponent’s fist seemed to hit marble, and with a crack, his wrist broke!

That bodyguard yelled "Mother!" and clutched his broken arm, howling in pain.

"Damn, this one’s a tough nut!"

The bodyguards exchanged glances and pulled out weapons from their clothes, blades, daggers, even baseball bats. The next moment, they nodded slightly, rushed toward Lin Mu with a shout, and struck him ruthlessly!

Faced with bodyguards like ravenous wolves and the oncoming blades and daggers, an ordinary person might have been scared shitless! But Lin Mu was definitely not just anyone. As the Wolf Fang Soldier King of the North African Grassland, he was completely stress-free, swinging, warming up.

The next second, before the opponent’s blade could strike him, Lin Mu’s figure flickered, leapt into the air, performing the Continuous Heart-piercing Kick, booting one away. Landing, he followed with a flurry of punches and kicks, a punch to the face instantly turning them into pig faces, a kick to the belly bending them into writhing shrimp!

Finally, with only three bodyguards left, Lin Mu executed a splendid spinning kick, followed by a chorus of loud thuds and a symphony of painful screams.

The once imposing group of bodyguards were now all sprawled on the ground, completely motionless.

Lin Mu clapped his hands and chuckled, "Didn’t you call two ambulances? I guess one won’t suffice, as it probably can’t fit all of you."

Cheng Mingwei’s face turned ashen, clearly, even he himself didn’t know what to do now. He never expected that the usually super strong bodyguards around him would be easily taken down by this guy.