Chapter 66: Jin Million's Revenge (Part 1)

This little shop had its own unique charm: after finishing their meal, customers would tally up the bill themselves, leave the money in a box, make their own change, and if they didn’t have enough, they could even run a tab. The owner never bothered with such matters. It was a quiet testament that, in this society, honesty still held meaning—at least, Lin Fan felt it did in this place.

Perhaps he would come back to eat here again, but Lin Fan knew he would never feel as he did the first time, for some people were no longer there.

The two got in the car. Their task now was to find somewhere to rest, to hold Zhao Ying close and “sleep” for a while.

The road was tranquil; not even a single pedestrian crossed their path. The restaurant they’d chosen was on the city’s outskirts, almost at the edge of the suburbs, a place untouched by urban hustle—especially now, deep into the night.

Lin Fan drove swiftly, the warm summer breeze streaming through the window. Under his bangs, the faint scar was revealed fully to Zhao Ying.

For a moment, Zhao Ying couldn’t help herself; she reached out and gently touched the scar. Lin Fan shuddered, clearly recalling something from his past. He hated others touching that scar, but he didn’t stop Zhao Ying. He had fallen for this girl sitting beside him, beautiful but understated, bold in love and hate, outwardly strong yet inwardly gentle as water.

Though Zhao Ying could be domineering, Lin Fan always felt relaxed with her, his mood soaring, able to forget his worries for a while...

Yet, pleasant moments are always prone to interruption.

With a screech of brakes, headlights suddenly flared at the intersection ahead. Lin Fan frowned, sensing trouble. Zhao Ying saw it too, her hand dropping away.

Four cars, lined up side by side, blocked the road entirely—clearly targeting them.

Lin Fan braked, quickly shifted gears, and floored the accelerator, reversing rapidly.

But he hadn’t gone far before the rear intersection lit up with dazzling headlights.

They were trapped.

Lin Fan’s lips curled in a cold smile. He stopped the car and turned to Zhao Ying. “Looks like Young Master Jin’s heart isn’t broad at all. He’s out for vengeance.”

Seeing Zhao Ying reach for her phone, Lin Fan pressed her hand down. Zhao Ying said anxiously, “Didn’t you see how many there are?” She’d seen Lin Fan kill before, but that was one against three; now, the enemy was many times that number. No matter how skilled Lin Fan was, she doubted he could take on dozens alone.

“Better to be eaten bite by bite than crushed into a pancake,” Lin Fan smiled, showing no fear, and moved to open the car door.

“At a time like this, you’re still making jokes?” Zhao Ying was anxious—after all, Lin Fan was in this mess because of her, and she didn’t want him hurt in the slightest.

“I’ll call my father. The car’s got good safety features; if you close the windows, we can hold out for a bit. Jin Baiwan is far too arrogant,” Zhao Ying insisted, picking up her phone again.

Lin Fan snatched it away. Since they dared to come after him, he had no intention of letting them leave unscathed. A lesson was in order—they needed to learn just how many eyes the King of Hell had.

“You’re still messing around at a time like this?” Zhao Ying gave him an exasperated look. She couldn’t understand how Lin Fan could remain so calm with so many enemies facing them.

“Need any help?” A lazy voice sounded in Lin Fan’s ear. Startled, he turned and saw a head poking in through the window—a young man with a red-dyed mop of hair, sucking on an Alpine lollipop and absorbed in a mobile game.

“Damn, are you trying to scare me to death?” Lin Fan glared at the newcomer.

The young man ignored him, head still in the window, engrossed in his game. Lin Fan, without hesitation, swung his hand in a slap, but the young man seemed to anticipate it, pulling his head out just in time.

Putting away his phone and sucking his lollipop, he said, “Is this the lady boss?” He glanced toward Zhao Ying in the passenger seat.

“None of your business. When did you get here?” Lin Fan craned out the window, whispering.

“Just arrived this morning,” the young man replied, then vaulted over the roof to the passenger window, flashed a polite smile to Zhao Ying, and said, “Hello, lady boss. I’m Zhang Lei, Lin Fan’s little brother.”

Zhao Ying stared at this red-haired youth, momentarily stunned, but returned his handshake with a courteous smile. She was genuinely pleased to be called “lady boss.”

She turned to Lin Fan, her eyes questioning: What was going on? How did he suddenly have a little brother, and why did he appear at this moment?

Lin Fan gave a dry chuckle. “This kid’s always talking nonsense. Don’t mind him.”

Truth be told, Zhao Ying was quite curious about Lin Fan. She knew he was more than just a security guard—others called him boss in private, and now a little brother had popped up… But since Lin Fan didn’t want to explain, there was no point in asking; she herself had kept secrets from him in the past. Zhao Ying believed that someday, Lin Fan would tell her, for she sensed how deeply he loved her.

She nodded slightly, eyes shifting forward. She saw over twenty men approaching with blades in hand, and behind them, dozens more. Jin Baiwan must have brought his own bodyguards, but clearly had also enlisted local muscle.

“Wait in the car. I’ll protect you, and we still have business to attend to,” Lin Fan said with a mischievous smile, pushing the door open without hesitation. Zhao Ying knew she couldn’t stop him, so she followed him out.

The summer evening breeze stirred Lin Fan’s spirit. He took a deep drag from his cigarette, tossed the stub, and lit another.

“Another one already?” Zhao Ying rolled her eyes at him.

“Why did you come out too?” Lin Fan arched his brow, blowing a smoke ring.

“Boss, isn’t it obvious? Lady boss is worried about you,” Zhang Lei said, punctuated by a “game over” sound from his phone.

Zhang Lei’s words made Zhao Ying blush, even in the night; Lin Fan caught it in the glow of the headlights.

But Zhao Ying stubbornly denied it, pouting, “Who’s worried about you? I’m a police officer, trained in combat—I don’t need your protection.” Yet her anxious gaze lingered on the approaching crowd, unable to hide her concern for Lin Fan.

Right—Lin Fan had almost forgotten she was a cop. Though he wanted to persuade her to stay in the car, he knew once Zhao Ying made up her mind, it was hard to change it. Otherwise, she wouldn’t have fallen for him so recklessly, even when unsure of his true identity, nor given herself to him so freely.

Since Zhao Ying had decided, Lin Fan said nothing more. He signaled Zhang Lei to keep an eye on her—there were too many people, and though Lin Fan was confident nothing would happen with him there, there was always the slightest chance.

As the encirclement closed, Zhao Ying instinctively looked at Lin Fan, who stood with a faintly confident smile, as if these men were nothing but clowns.

“Who are you people?” Lin Fan addressed the leader. They dared to join forces with Jin Baiwan against him—he wouldn’t let them off easily.

“Kid, even don’t know our Green Gang’s Cai Liren, Lord Cai, and you dare offend Young Master Jin?” a henchman laughed, revealing the leader’s identity.

Cai Liren held a significant rank in the Green Gang. In his view, Lin Fan and his companions didn’t even know his name, so surely they weren’t anyone important.

“Kid, you’ve got a death wish offending Young Master Jin. But since you’re outnumbered, leave your money, cripple one arm and one leg, and maybe I’ll let you go today,” Cai Liren tossed a knife at Lin Fan’s feet, arrogant and wild.

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