Three-step Praise finished his task and Lin Shuyou approached another person, who was sitting on a bicycle. Lin Shuyou kicked out.

"Crack!"

Shin bone broken.

"Ah!!!"

Then, with a continued forceful push, the bicycle toppled over quickly, taking the other three down to the ground along with it.

Lin Shuyou walked over to each of them, either breaking a hand or a leg, arbitrarily fracturing limbs other than the neck.

After the limbs were broken, what remained was Ah Can.

"You... you... don't come over... don't come here!"

True men of valor in society would never be the bullies who gang up on others.

As for the school bullies, since they preyed on even tamer and weaker victims, they were even less presentable.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

"Ah ah ah!!!"

Lin Shuyou crippled Ah Can's right arm and left leg.

Turning around, he intended to start the second round.

Two with broken legs were still crawling on the ground.

While those two with just broken arms had already stood up, bawling and trying to run away.

The corners of the face paint's mouth curved upwards.

The Yin God was once the Ghost King, not some benevolent and virtuous soul. Under the influence of the Yin God's personality, Lin Shuyou only felt sincere joy.

It seemed as if a certain taboo constraint was being broken step by step.

He yearned for more screams and wailings.

With Three-step Praise done, his figure flickered; he swooped down like an eagle, grabbing the back necks of the two fleeing individuals.

"Bang!"

The two were pressed down by him face-first onto the cement ground.

Shuyou moved his arms, painting the faces and bloodstains of the two on the ground.

He had only put on the face paint, without performing Divination.

But even just with the face paint on, he had the agility to dodge bullets.

Dealing with these five "melancholic" boys was effortless.

"Child, stop!"

Outside the wall of the shed, Tan Wenbin's shout came through.

He didn't show himself, nor did he shout "Ah You."

As a detective's son, he still retained that bit of family knowledge.

Lin Shuyou paused, then continued to exert force with both hands.

"Child, I told you to stop!"

Tan Wenbin raised his voice, which grew deeper and more serious.

A mixture of reluctance and anger appeared in Lin Shuyou's eyes.

Just as he was about to continue with his hands, his left hand suddenly went out of control, struck across his own face, and the freshly painted face paint showed a flaw.

Lin Shuyou's eyes cleared.

He stood up, kicked the two beneath him away, then shifted his weight downward, ready to leap to the shed.

From outside the wall, Tan Wenbin said, "Jump onto the opposite building."

Lin Shuyou immediately changed his position, in front was a five-story staff dormitory, onto which he leapt and then, scrutinized by the five men below, he sped up the outer wall to the rooftop and disappeared.

Tan Wenbin breathed a sigh of relief, this way, those five dummies, when giving their testimony to the police, would describe:

A person in black with a painted face dropping from the sky, beating them up and then "swooshing" up the wall top and disappearing.

This would inevitably taint the witness statements beyond recognition.

Ignoring the cries for help and groans from the other side of the wall, Tan Wenbin walked back to the dormitory, went upstairs, and pushed open the door to his room.

Lin Shuyou was sitting at his desk, pen in right hand, nibbling on the fingernails of his left.

His face was wet, and paint residue lingered at the corners.

Tan Wenbin pulled out his towel and tossed it at his face.

"Wipe it clean."

"Okay." Lin Shuyou began to wipe immediately.

"Have the people in your dorm seen your costume?"

"No."

"Next time something like this happens, you must obtain my consent before you act, understand?"

"Mmhmm."

Lin Shuyou nodded rapidly like a pecking chicken.

Tan Wenbin took a deep breath and suggested, "How about you paint the face again, it'll make our communication easier."

Lin Shuyou shook his head like a rattle drum immediately.

Tan Wenbin picked up a banana, peeled it, and took three bites in quick succession.

"Brother Bin, these questions are hard. How do you do them normally?"

"Just like this."

"Ah? Brother Bin, you're amazing. You understand such complicated stuff."

"It doesn't matter if I don't understand, Brother Yuan will craft a Secret Technique tailored for me."

Lin Shuyou: "..."

Tan Wenbin glanced at the suitcase: "Keep doing your questions. If Brother Yuan comes back, just say I went to deliver some stuff for Yunyun's family that my mom helped bring over."

"Sure, Brother Bin, keep it up."

"Keep up your head."

"Sister-in-law is really nice, very gentle."

"Eh, I knew something was off yesterday. Did you talk to her?"

"No, no way, impossible!"

"Why are you so nervous?"

"No, not nervous at all~"

"I'm not at that stage with her yet."

Before he finishes his journey with Brother Yuan and avenges Zheng Haiyang, he wouldn't allow himself to consider these matters.

Yet he couldn't use it as an excuse, or outright concoct a reason to have her wait for him.

"Right, when Brother Yuan comes back later, you should confess your own wrongdoing voluntarily."

"Wrongdoing?"

"Acting independently without orders is a big taboo for a team."

"Can I... join the team?"

"You wish."

Tan Wenbin vigorously ruffled Lin Shuyou's hair until it was a complete mess, then pointed at the answer sheet:

"Don't think about writing the perfect answer; you're not at that level. Write down as much as you can think of. It's not your answer that Brother Yuan wants; it's your attitude."

Suddenly, Lin Shuyou felt enlightened.

Tan Wenbin, pushing the suitcase, left the dormitory and went to the store, picking up the phone.

Run Sheng was crouched behind the counter, toying with a color TV and a VCR, with a stack of video tapes beside him, all gangster films.

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