harleyscars Chapter 209 Attempted Robbery Turns into Being Robbed
Chapter 209 Attempted Robbery Turns into Being Robbed
Just as the stack of US dollars was tossed into the air by Lin Yan like a shower of flowers, time seemed to freeze for a moment.
The thugs, who had been looking menacing and focused entirely on Tom and Mike, suddenly widened their eyes! Their gazes were involuntarily drawn to the green paper scraps fluttering in the air, symbols of desire. Greed instantly overwhelmed reason, and a chaotic commotion and low growls erupted from the crowd:
"Money! It's money!"
"Hurry and grab it!"
"Don't let the wind blow it away!"
They no longer cared about Tom and Mike. Like a pack of hungry dogs seeing a bone, they pounced on the fallen or scattered banknotes, pushing and shoving in chaos. Some even shoved each other to grab a single bill. Just as the stack of US dollars scattered like snowflakes, and the thugs' attention was completely seized by greed, Lin Yan shouted in a low voice, "Tom, Mike, get behind me!"
The two, who were stunned by Lin Yan's extravagant spending, snapped out of their daze and almost instinctively hid behind Lin Yan.
Lin Yan then leisurely rolled up the sleeves of his sweater and, facing his two still-shaken friends, said calmly but with an indescribable confidence, "Remember my self-introduction at the beginning of the semester? I mentioned that I had learned a Chinese martial art that could both strengthen the body and protect oneself. Its name is—Tai Chi!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Yan's seemingly frail figure vanished instantly, only to reappear like a ghost among the group of thugs who were bending down to pick up money!
"Bang!"
With a muffled thud, the thug closest to him, before even seeing the movement clearly, was struck in the chest by a seemingly gentle but terrifyingly powerful "Banlan Chui" (a type of punch). The man felt a sharp shock penetrate his body, his internal organs shuddering violently. Without uttering a sound, he was sent flying backward, collapsing to the ground, unconscious.
"Grasp the sparrow's tail!"
Lin Yan moved with fluid grace, like a willow catkin in the wind, dodging a dagger thrusting towards him. With a flick of his arm, he sent the knife-wielding thug flying like a rag doll, crashing into the wall on the side of the street before sliding down.
His movements are fluid and graceful, expansive and powerful, carrying a unique sense of rhythm, which is the style of Yang-style Tai Chi. Each strike appears slow and gentle, but is actually as fast as lightning; each contact appears understated, but is actually filled with hidden "vibration" force.
"Single Whip!" The arm snapped out like a whip tip, striking a thug in the ribs. The man instantly curled up like a shrimp, foaming at the mouth.
"Cloud Hands!" He drew circles with both hands, seemingly parting the clouds, but accurately struck the sides of the necks of the two thugs who pounced at him at the same time, and the two fell to the ground.
"Elbow strike!" In close combat, an elbow strike deflects the attack, followed by a fist that makes a slight whooshing sound as it lands on the other person's abdomen, sending them flying off the ground before crashing to the ground.
Every movement he made was perfectly timed, every exertion of force precise and ruthless. Those thugs who were usually brave and aggressive were like children waving sticks in front of him, unable to even touch the hem of his clothes. As soon as they were touched, whether by being "pressed," "squeezed," "leaned," or "vibrated," it was as if they had been hit by a speeding car, instantly losing all ability to resist, falling to the ground groaning in pain or fainting directly.
In just two minutes, the dozen or so thugs who had been so arrogant just moments before were all lying on the ground, like harvested wheat scattered on the cold street, their cries weak and feeble.
Mike and Tom watched from behind, their eyes practically popping out of their sockets. They were first tense, then incredulous, and finally completely captivated by Lin Yan's powerful yet beautiful figure.
When the last thug was gently pushed out by Lin Yan's "Sealing and Closing" move and fell softly to the ground, the two looked at each other, and their long-suppressed excitement and admiration erupted like a volcano!
"Oh my God!!!"
The two of them let out a deafening scream at the same time, rushing forward like two cannonballs, grabbing Lin Yan tightly on either side, so excited they were incoherent:
"Lin! You're so handsome! So cool! My God! I can't believe my eyes!" Tom shook Lin Yan vigorously.
"From today onwards! You are my idol! My only idol! No one can replace you!" Mike's face flushed red with excitement.
"Is this what you call Chinese Kung Fu? Tai Chi? God, this isn't exercise, this is superpowers!"
"Lin! Can I learn this? Please teach me! Just one move! It's so cool!"
"That turn you made just now, that...that push! My God! How did you do that?!"
The two men surrounded Lin Yan, bombarding him with questions like a machine gun, their eyes filled with unprecedented fervor and worship, as if they were seeing a god walking among men. Tonight, Lin Yan had first shocked them with money, and now he had completely conquered their hearts with absolute power and mysterious Eastern martial arts, pushing their worship to the pinnacle of their lives.
Lin Yan looked at the two excited people clinging to him, smiled helplessly, gently broke free from their bear hug, walked over to the thug leader who had initially snatched his watch and wallet, bent down to pick up his things, and slowly put his watch back on and put his wallet away.
He glanced at the haphazardly laid "corpses" on the ground and said to Mike and Tom, who were still in a state of excitement, "Alright, stop yelling. Help me check if they have any of your money on them and get it back. As for these people..." He paused, "Let them stay here in the cold wind and sober up. Tom, you go to the nearest police station to report it. Mike, let's get the money back; we can't let them get away with it!"
"Yes, sir!"
On a winter night, the two of them rummaged through the streets until they retrieved all the money they had scattered. Lin Yan had Mike take all the money from the thug, dividing it in two, leaving one portion for Tom. The total amount they collected was only a little over $200. Lin Yan cursed inwardly, "Pah! Poor bastard, carrying so little money this late at night, making me waste all my energy!"
Mike held the $200 in his hand and grinned like an idiot. This was practically justice from heaven!
In the cold night wind, only the thugs left behind a mess, and Mike, still excitedly gesturing and chattering around Lin Yan. Tonight's experience was destined to become the most unforgettable legendary story in Mike and Tom's lives.