Chapter 48: Ladies, I'm Just Here to Stir Things Up

Policewoman? If Lin Yang knew that Fang Tianqi, that bastard, actually imagined her as a policewoman coming to spend the night at his house, who knows what she would think.

The security personnel, at least, were fairly diligent. When Lin Yang and his companions drove their vehicles in, someone finally came forward to ask for identification.

Once the name of the inviter matched what Fang Tianqi had told them, it became clear something was wrong. The security guards, who had just been smiling and welcoming, suddenly shifted, each trained member rushing in and surrounding the group.

“Who are you people? How dare you barge in so arrogantly? Don’t you know this is the Fang family’s private restricted area?” The leader, apparently the security captain—a burly man around thirty—snapped coldly, shaking his baton as a threat.

Lin Yang shrugged helplessly, cursing under his breath, “Damn, who’s barging in? Didn’t you leave the gates wide open, welcoming me in? How can you call this barging?”

But he couldn’t be bothered to argue; now that he was inside, he’d saved himself the trouble of forcing the entrance. He turned and signaled to the men in the car behind him, and without a word, several of them got out, immediately striking a ready stance for confrontation.

Seeing Lin Yang’s group preparing for action, the others in the remaining vehicles were not to be outdone. They swiftly exited, lining up in formation.

In the blink of an eye, both sides had taken up positions, the tension mounting palpably.

Lin Yang’s side roughly counted over thirty men; they’d arrived in eight luxury sedans, and even at four per car, there’d be thirty-two, not to mention some vehicles were extended models.

The security captain, seeing his opponents outnumbered and fierce, grew nervous, quickly grabbing his walkie-talkie to call for backup.

“Captain Yu, Captain Yu, there’s trouble—someone is—”

Strike while the iron is hot, act first, lest you suffer later—Lin Yang knew this well. Especially on someone else’s turf, he didn’t wait for the captain to finish speaking. He kicked straight at the captain’s right hand holding the walkie-talkie.

His speed, precision, and force were lightning-fast. A crisp crack signaled a fracture; the walkie-talkie flew from the captain’s hand, arcing gracefully before crashing to the tile floor.

Remarkably, the walkie-talkie survived the fall unscathed.

“Xiao Wu, what’s going on? Speak! Why aren’t you answering?” came the anxious voice from the walkie-talkie on the floor.

Lin Yang’s attack was a signal; his men, except for five who stayed to guard the four women, joined the fray. Even the usually idle Su Xiaodong stepped up, wielding a baton without hesitation.

The scene was somewhat bizarre—everyone wielded batons. It was expected of the security personnel, but even these intruders had batons. The guards were puzzled, but upon seeing the flashy police car, their confusion faded.

They would have drawn their guns, but feared escalating the situation. After all, those causing trouble here must have powerful backing. Xiao Wu, the battered security captain, certainly didn’t believe otherwise.

Thus, under Xiao Wu’s subtle hints, the guards fought but held back, pulling their punches. The result was a one-sided rout. Within five minutes, over ten security guards, after suffering several blows each, prudently dropped to the ground, rolling and groaning in pain, their acting skills worthy of national awards.

Lin Yang’s group wasn’t fooled; they saw through the deliberate restraint. As they left, Lin Yang praised them, “You’re smart,” before turning away.

Captain Xiao Wu, face twisted in helplessness, watched the group swagger off. In the scuffle, he realized these men were real fighters; had he not been clever, he might spend the rest of his life bedridden.

“Captain Wu, are we just letting them go? If Young Master Fang finds out, we’re doomed,” whispered the guard nearest Xiao Wu.

“Er Dan, are you stupid? If you don’t say, and the brothers don’t say, who’ll know? Besides, we’re still some distance from the pavilion. Even if Young Master Fang sees, he won’t notice anything amiss.” Xiao Wu spoke with the voice of experience, hoping to quell further questions. He barked some tough words, lay on the ground a while longer, then the group pretended to limp toward the pavilion, keeping up the act.

On the path to the pavilion, Lin Yang’s group encountered another security team, their numbers roughly equal. This time, it was a tougher fight, taking ten full minutes to subdue them, especially since their leader was skilled and Lin Yang had to wrestle him down.

Nevertheless, the guards were all beaten and left sprawled on the ground. The last leader had even drawn his gun for intimidation, but Lin Yang was too fast; with a deft move, he threw a knife that knocked the gun from the man’s hand.

He then produced an empty pistol from his pocket, using it to threaten the guards, who immediately quieted down, whimpering on the floor.

With the obstacles cleared, Lin Yang’s advance was no longer impeded.

The closer they got to the pavilion, the louder the booming bass resounded, shaking the earth. No wonder no one inside noticed the two skirmishes outside; everyone was partying wildly, oblivious. Through the windows, dazzling beauties became increasingly clear, and inside, Fang Tianqi, looking every bit the decadent official, wandered among the women, his hands brazenly groping them. Lin Yang’s men gritted their teeth in fury.

Damn it, shameless! All the beauties were being taken by this bastard. Heaven must be blind. The men all thought so, grinding their teeth in hatred.

As they admired the spectacle, their pace quickened, and soon the hall on the second floor appeared before them.

Bang! Lin Yang raised his leg and kicked the thick mahogany door, shattering it instantly. The depraved, smoky scene inside was laid bare.

Due to the deafening bass, Lin Yang’s powerful kick didn’t even startle Fang Tianqi, who was busy groping yet another beauty. Only a few women facing the door were frightened, while the rest continued dancing to the music.

Su Xiaodong, sharp-eyed, scanned the room, spotting the outlet powering the bass in the corner. He strode over and pulled the plug, abruptly silencing the thunderous sound. Apart from a few women who kept singing and dancing, the room fell silent.

Now everyone noticed the group at the door, batons in hand.

The sudden silence startled Fang Tianqi, who jumped up and barked, “Damn it, who’s the bastard making trouble?”

When his gaze met Lin Yang’s as he strode in, Fang Tianqi’s face flickered with shock and suspicion. The thugs had claimed this guy would never walk again, yet apart from some blood on his forehead, he was standing unscathed. Fang Tianqi was furious; nothing angered him more than being played, for he was extremely vain.

But he wasn’t stupid. There were plenty of security guards in the villa, even some with illegal firearms, yet this group had entered unharmed. He felt a chill of fear.

Still, he insisted on saving face, acting as if nothing had happened, demanding arrogantly, “Kid, how did you get in here? What’s the meaning of this? Barging into private property is a serious crime, do you realize that?”

“Crime?” Lin Yang spat coldly, his gaze sharp as he stared down the feigning Fang Tianqi. He raised his foot and kicked Fang Tianqi hard in the navel, adding, “Crime? Crime, my ass.”

It was a precise, ruthless kick; Fang Tianqi couldn’t dodge and took it full on.

Being of a rather slight build, Fang Tianqi was sent flying by Lin Yang’s savage kick, crashing heavily into the wall. Fortunately, the impact was stopped; had it been the window, the man might have died from the fall.

Ah! Fang Tianqi screamed in agony, and the celebrating women were terrified, crouching on the floor, afraid to breathe, lest the unruly intruders do something unspeakable to them.

Still, some of them, feeling vain or confident in their beauty, caught the attention of Lin Yang’s men, whose eyes roved shamelessly.

It was one thing to stare at the women’s bare breasts, but to comment aloud was another level of brazenness.

“Wow, look, that girl over there, yes, the one by the wall! That pair is amazing! Look at that—are those H cups or what?” Some shameless guy, eyes feasting on the girl’s chest, couldn’t help but blurt out his admiration.

“Bah, big chest but empty head! It’s the big, round, perky butt that matters. If you want to play, play with someone who can have kids—that’s the real deal.” Another brother retorted disdainfully, shamelessly voicing his own opinion.

Ah! The women, already frightened, screamed sharply at the crude comments, voicing their terror. Especially those singled out for praise, they were almost suicidal.

Is it their fault their breasts are big? That’s just good development. What about their big butts? That’s having substance. But they only dared grumble inwardly; if they really angered these lawless men, who knew what would happen.

Seeing the terrified women, Lin Yang turned and glared fiercely at the two shameless brothers, then smiled at the women, trying to appear friendly. “Ladies, I’m just here to ruin the party and deal with this scoundrel. If you’re afraid, leave freely. Rest assured, no one will dare trouble you.”