Chapter 416: I’m Hitting You

As Lin Xiao moved, the crowd’s gaze also shifted to Jiang Shiliu and the others, sweeping over them one by one with strange expressions.

They never expected that these four arrogant and domineering young masters from prestigious families would actually consider running away. It was simply astonishing.

At this moment, in their eyes, the dazzling halos that once shrouded Jiang Shiliu and the others had completely vanished. It turned out that when faced with an unbeatable opponent, even these so-called prodigies from elite families were just like ordinary people—capable of fear and terror.

Exposed by Lin Xiao’s sharp words, Jiang Shiliu and the others were extremely embarrassed. They wished they could dig a hole in the ground and hide in it.

“Lin Xiao, stop spouting nonsense! Who said we were leaving?” Jiang Shiliu’s expression turned gloomy, and he shouted in anger and shame, “Let me tell you, this is my estate. The one who should leave is you!”

“Don’t worry, even if you didn’t say it, I was going to leave anyway.”

Lin Xiao drew closer and closer to the four of them, his face calm and composed, without a trace of anger. “But before I leave, I hope the four of you can give me an explanation.”

Jiang Shiliu’s gaze flickered, speaking with a fierce front but weak heart: “Explanation? What kind of explanation should we give you? This is my place, and the gathering was organized by me. You came uninvited, caused a fight, injured my bodyguards, ruined the party, and now you’re asking us to give you an explanation? What a joke!”

Nangong Hao chimed in from the side, “Exactly! Don’t think that just because your martial arts are strong, we’re afraid of you. Do you even know who we are? If you’re smart, you’d better leave now or you won’t be able to bear the consequences!”

Li Chengkun and Wu Donglai nodded repeatedly, looking at Lin Xiao with expectant eyes, wishing this troublemaker would just go away already.

However, their hopes were destined to be in vain.

Lin Xiao stopped walking, his gaze gradually turning cold. With no expression on his face, he said, “We all know why today’s conflict started. And yet, even now, you’re spouting lies with your eyes wide open. Do you really think I won’t do anything to you?”

“Do you know who I am? I’m a direct descendant of the Nangong family. My father is the patriarch. What can you possibly do to me?”

Though Nangong Hao was inwardly fearful of Lin Xiao, he refused to back down verbally. “If you dare lay a finger on me, the Nangong family will never let you go!”

“Oh really?”

Lin Xiao raised an eyebrow. In a flash, he lifted his hand and slapped Nangong Hao across the face.

A crisp sound echoed. A bright red palm print appeared on Nangong Hao’s fair left cheek, each finger mark visible.

Nangong Hao was stunned by the slap. He instinctively raised his hand to clutch his face, looking at Lin Xiao in disbelief.

Not just him—the other three were also shocked by Lin Xiao’s audacity.

They never imagined Lin Xiao would dare make a move, and in such a humiliating manner—in front of dozens of people.

“You… you actually dared hit me?!”

Nangong Hao’s eyes widened, and he let out a furious roar. His cheek swelled visibly, to the point that it affected his speech.

“You bastard! Do you even know who I am?!”

In response to Nangong Hao—there was another slap.

This one was even fiercer and faster than the first. It landed on the other side of Nangong Hao’s face, sending him sprawling to the ground. Blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, mixed with a few teeth.

“I’m hitting you.”

Silence!

A dead silence—without a single sound.

Seeing this, everyone finally understood—Lin Xiao truly didn’t care about them.

“Of course, I know who you are. But what I hate most is people trying to use status to suppress me. Who do you think you are?”

Lin Xiao glanced at Nangong Hao, who had collapsed on the ground, then swept his sharp gaze across Jiang Shiliu, Li Chengkun, and Wu Donglai.

“Just because you were born into a good family, you think you’re superior? That others have to yield to you? That they have to obey you? I didn’t lie, in my eyes, you’re nothing.”

Nangong Hao opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but the moment he did, blood poured from his lips.

Both sides of his face were grotesquely swollen, turning his once-handsome features into those of a pig’s head—hideous and pathetic.

The look he gave Lin Xiao was full of fear and helplessness. He no longer had a shred of that highborn aura. He looked even worse than an ordinary person.

“You don’t like me, you want to deal with me? No problem if you’re capable of it.”

Lin Xiao stuck one hand in his pocket and slowly circled Jiang Shiliu, Li Chengkun, and Wu Donglai. The three of them were panic-stricken, especially Wu Donglai, the most timid among them, who trembled uncontrollably.

“But unfortunately, you don’t have that ability. So now, it’s my turn to deal with you. Any objections?”

Li Chengkun mustered up his courage and said, “This… this has nothing to do with me! It was all Jiang Shiliu and Nangong Hao’s idea—”

Before Li Chengkun could finish, Lin Xiao kicked him in the leg.

Crack! A sharp sound rang out. His calf was broken, twisted at an unnatural angle. He collapsed to the ground, screaming in agony.

“First, I didn’t give you permission to speak. Second, whether it’s related or not, that’s not up to you to decide; it’s up to me.”

Amid Li Chengkun’s screams, Lin Xiao continued in a calm voice, “Now shut your mouth. Otherwise, I’ll break your other leg.”

Li Chengkun immediately raised both hands and clamped them over his mouth. He didn’t dare make a sound. Tears streamed from his eyes as his body trembled in pain.

Lin Xiao turned his gaze to Wu Donglai. That cold and indifferent look sent a wave of intense fear surging through Wu Donglai’s heart. He lowered his head, not daring to meet Lin Xiao’s eyes.

“Slap yourself,” Lin Xiao said lightly.

“Ah?” Wu Donglai flinched, raising his head in confusion.

“I said, slap yourself. Or would you rather I help you?”

Wu Donglai jolted as if struck by lightning. He glanced at Nangong Hao’s swollen pig-like face, then shook his head like a rattling drum.

“No… no need! I-I’ll do it myself!”

With that, he slapped himself hard across the face. Afraid that Lin Xiao would be dissatisfied, he quickly followed up with more—smack smack smack—dozens of slaps in quick succession, until his entire face swelled.

The nose that had been injured earlier from being hit by Jingang started bleeding again.

“Go stand over there.” Lin Xiao pointed to the side.

By now, Wu Donglai had been completely subdued by Lin Xiao’s ferocity. He was exceptionally obedient. Whatever Lin Xiao told him to do, he did it without hesitation. He stood exactly where Lin Xiao had indicated, posture straight as a rod, not even daring to wipe the blood dripping from his nose.