Chapter 103: Lin Yu Run Amok

Inside the walls lay an abyssal hell; beyond them, a world of elegant refinement.

Qu Bo leapt down from the wall, landing lightly on his toes. In that instant, a surge of joy welled within him—no less thrilling than the day he received his acceptance letter from the Sports University.

But the next moment, a sharp pang shattered his chest, and his body was flung sideways through the air.

To his shock, Lin Yu had been lying in wait like a predator!

With a single kick, Lin Yu sent Qu Bo flying. Yet he did not relent; the other had dared to touch his sore spot, and Lin Yu was determined to vent every ounce of the anger that weighed upon his chest.

Within less than a minute, Qu Bo’s nose was broken, blood gushing down his face, his figure a picture of utter disgrace.

“Stop! I was wrong... Lin Yu!” he begged.

Three minutes later, Lin Yu, burning with fury, grabbed Qu Bo by the collar and slammed his head repeatedly against the wall. Dizziness and pain overwhelmed Qu Bo, who could only plead for mercy.

But before Lin Yu’s raging storm, all words were futile.

“Yang Zhilin—is she someone you have the right to harass?” Lin Yu spat each word with icy precision after delivering another kick.

“No, no! I won’t dare again!” Qu Bo’s towering frame curled up, shrinking under the pressure.

The madness in Lin Yu’s eyes brought unbearable mental and physical torment. Qu Bo feared this would be his end.

“Too late. And you might just spend the rest of your days in prison,” Lin Yu murmured before launching another assault. The nearly two-meter-tall Qu Bo was utterly crushed beneath his relentless fury, unable even to rise, let alone resist.

Only when Wang Yan arrived with Qi Yue, Yang Zhilin, and the others did Lin Yu’s rampage finally cease.

Otherwise, the outcome could have been disastrous.

Some fifteen minutes later, a police car arrived under the command of Han Kezhen. The group submitted evidence, recorded statements, and then left the station together.

With matters settling, Lin Yu invited everyone to dine at his modest storefront.

The space was small, with two red plastic tables awkwardly pushed together, just enough for the group to squeeze in.

The newly recruited waitstaff and helpers had yet to start their shifts; in the kitchen was only Lin Yu’s mother, Wang Chunhua. Seeing the scene, Qi Yue, Yang Zhilin, and Ye Yijing all crowded into the cramped kitchen to help.

After the three women left, Wang Yan grinned mischievously and asked Lin Yu, “Today, you were fierce. Qu Bo’s a sportsman with a solid build. How did you manage to beat him like that so quickly?”

Lin Yu shook his head with a smile. “Nothing much—lots on my mind lately, so I took it out on him.”

“I don’t buy it,” Wang Yan said skeptically.

Dai Peng and Zhang Zhilong looked on with amused, sly expressions, their eyes gleaming with mischief.

After a few minutes of silence, Dai Peng suddenly slammed his hand on the table and declared, “Third Brother, you’ve cheated!”

“Come on, I’m not a train; how could I derail?” Lin Yu shook his head, exasperated. These guys talked too fast—he dared not reveal the subtle intimacies he shared with Yang Zhilin.

If it couldn’t happen, then it simply wouldn’t.

“Third Brother, Yue Jie keeps calling herself ‘Grandma,’ but I think she’s about to become a mistress!” Zhang Zhilong, who rarely smoked but always had a cigarette, chuckled and lit one from Dai Peng’s pack.

“Enough of this nonsense! There’s nothing going on between us,” Lin Yu snapped, impatient. He worried Qi Yue might overhear if the teasing continued.

Seeing Lin Yu’s demeanor, Dai Peng laughed again. “Third Brother, at least you’ve been unfaithful in spirit. You’re feeling guilty, aren’t you?”

“I’m not guilty of a damn thing! You guys talk among yourselves. There’s no alcohol at home, I’ll go buy some beer,” Lin Yu said, seizing an excuse to make a swift exit.

Watching his retreat, Wang Yan and the others burst into laughter.

About five or six minutes later, Lin Yu returned, carrying four bottles of beer, entering unhurriedly.

By then, several dishes were already on the table. Since these were close friends, Wang Chunhua had prepared simple home-style food.

Seeing his brothers salivating, Lin Yu sat down with a smile and said, “Come on, men first—no need to wait for the ladies. In old times, that was etiquette.”

With that, he picked up his chopsticks and took a bite of celery, looking every bit the confident man.

The three other brothers exchanged knowing smiles. Zhang Zhilong sneered, “Third Brother, you’re acting guilty like a thief.”

“Eat up, then. Should fill your mouths with food,” Lin Yu joked, opening a beer with his teeth. “If the food doesn’t shut you up, then maybe the beer will.”

“Alright, let’s drink,” the others cheered, and soon they were happily guzzling.

Unnoticed by the others, Lin Yu felt a tinge of sadness. Zhang Chao’s absence weighed on him.

He sighed softly, raised his bottle, and spoke: “We’re not like the poplar trees—living a thousand years without dying, standing a thousand years after death, and not rotting a thousand years after falling. So we must seize life’s pleasures while we can. Let no golden goblet face the moon empty. Cheers!”

With that, he downed his beer in one swift gulp.

The young men, unwilling to be outdone, followed suit.

After finishing a bottle, their faces flushed with color. Zhang Zhilong suggested buying more, but Lin Yu stopped him, insisting on moderation.

Soon, the women emerged from the kitchen and joined the table. Eating with such a lively group, Wang Chunhua smiled and offered words of encouragement.

Midway through the meal, Ye Yijing spoke up, “Third Brother, have you heard about the government officials’ family gathering at the Splendid Hotel at the end of the month?”

“A government gathering? No. Even if that’s true, it probably doesn’t involve us—my father isn’t a big official at City Hall,” Lin Yu replied with a smile.

“Times have changed. Uncle Lin now holds an important position, and many want to associate with him. I’m sure your family will be invited. You and Auntie should prepare well—especially your attire. Make sure it’s more luxurious,” Ye Yijing whispered.

“How so?” Lin Yu asked, curious.

Her face flushed under his gaze, and after a moment, she explained, “Because at every gathering, there are always some very unpleasant people.”

“I see,” Lin Yu nodded, glancing at his mother’s modest clothes, understanding the unspoken message.

He knew how difficult it was for an individual or a small group to integrate into a larger circle—especially when their strength was insufficient.