Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality Chapter 1197 602: Worse Than Beasts

The tone beca even colder: "Sir, if you continue, I will have to call for help."

"Wild pony? Nice, nice, I just love a feisty pony like you with substance and wildness." The tall man didn't retreat; instead, he looked at Feng Yeling with even more excitent, "Since you want to play this coy ga with , wouldn't I be letting you down if I don't join in?"

With that, he reached out directly to grab Feng Yeling, intending to force his way. However, as soon as his hand lifted, before he could get close, it was firmly grasped by another large hand.

The tall man looked up and realized that Lin Beichen, whom he had been ignoring, was sohow already standing right in front of him, holding him with one hand while carrying a plate of food with the other. The tall man's expression darkened, and he shouted at Lin Beichen, "Kid, what do you think you're doing? Yan Bin taking a fancy to your woman is a blessing you've earned over several lifetis, and you still dare to resist? If you don't want to die, get lost."

"Yan Bin, right?" Lin Beichen glanced at Yan Bin and slowly said, "I've always had a puzzling question I couldn't figure out; now's a great ti to ask you."

"For a creature like you that isn't even as good as pigs and dogs, why do you dare to leave your kennel and bark around? Have you grown tired of living and want to die?" Lin Beichen sized up Yan Bin, continuing, "An ant trying to shake a tree, it's beyond your strength."

Then, with a look of terror on Yan Bin's face and stunned gazes from those around him, Lin Beichen unhesitatingly slapped the sweet and sour ribs in his hand onto Yan Bin's head.

"Smack."

As the caral-colored sauce slid down from Yan Bin's head, Yan Bin was completely dumbfounded, and everyone around was also frozen in shock. After a few seconds of this stunned silence, everyone raised their heads, eyes wide, mouths agape, staring at Lin Beichen in utter disbelief of their eyes and ears.

So even slapped themselves to check if they were dreaming because what happened before them was way too bizarre, far beyond imagination.

Everyone dining on the eighth floor had money, and at Pineapple Bay, the number of wealthy individuals was relatively small. Thus, if not familiar with each other, at least they've heard of each other. After all, recognition is one of their skills.

So, from the mont Yan Bin showed up, people knew his identity. As for Lin Beichen and company? They were complete strangers, not to ntion Lin Beichen was dressed in extrely cheap clothing, which was imdiately equated with a pauper.

Feng Yeling, standing next to Lin Beichen, wasn't wearing street market clothing, but it wasn't much better, costing only tens or hundreds per piece. With their keen eyesight, it was obvious at a glance.

While wondering how these two paupers sneaked in, everyone crowded around to watch what they thought would be a free live spectacle. But who would've thought?

This guy not only refused to beg like a dog but even dared to act? He actually poured a plate of sauce-dripping at directly onto Yan Bin's forehead.

Oh my god, how dare this kid? How dare he do this? This is Yan Bin, the scion of Yan Group. He's finished. Defying the Yan Family, notorious for their arrogance and tyranny, this kid is done for. Not even Jesus could save him.

After all, the Yan Family is one of the top elites in Pineapple Bay, just below the three major families. As the favored young master of the Yan Family, Yan Bin only needs one word to render this kid without a burial place. This isn't an exaggeration; it's a fact that's happened countless tis before.

"Damn! Damn! Damn this bastard, how dare you? How dare you?" Yan Bin wiped the grease off his face and looked up, glaring at Lin Beichen with a vicious expression, snarling like a maddened hyena: "I'll kill you, I'll tear you apart, make sure you can't live or die."

Accompanied by his roar, Yan Bin stepped forward sharply, tearing off his clothes to reveal his solid, explosively muscled physique. He approached Lin Beichen, clenched his fist, and without another word, swung it ferociously at Lin Beichen while roaring, "Scum, go to hell."

"Boom." As the punch was thrown, the sound of a sonic boom exploded in everyone's ears. The spectators saw this, their eyes wide, faces full of shock, as they looked at the scene, not expecting the scion to be in such good shape. Those muscles and physique seed only attainable by those who spent years as fitness trainers.

Under such brawny and explosive muscles, how is the tall, skinny kid supposed to withstand it? Thinking this, the crowd looked at Lin Beichen with a hint of pity, as if they've already envisioned a scene of the kid's head being bloodied under that fist the size of a sand pot.

Not only did those people think like this, but Yan Bin was also full of confidence in his skills. After delivering such an outstanding punch, Yan Bin assud he was standing as the victor.

In his mind, the pauper, high and skinny except for his looks, would certainly be left with a bloody head, crying for rcy under his punch. With a vicious grin, Yan Bin seed to already see the kid holding his head, kneeling and begging for forgiveness.

But soon, following an explosion sound.

"Bang."

Yan Bin's grin froze, and his fist, which was supposed to swiftly hit Lin Beichen's forehead like an arrow leaving the bow, suddenly stopped, suspended in mid-air, just three to five centiters from Lin Beichen, refusing to move an inch further.