aircannonsinc Chapter 34 Lin Zhou performs a backhand over-the-shoulder throw: Oops, my hand slipped!
Chapter 34 Lin Zhou performs a backhand over-the-shoulder throw: Oops, my hand slipped!
The wind howled from the punch.
Zhao Tai's punch was aimed at killing him.
The muscles he had built up in the gym, fueled by anger, now unleashed astonishing power.
The fist adorned with the gold watch aimed straight for Lin Zhou's nose.
"Ah! Daddy!"
Nuonuo screamed in fright, covering her eyes tightly with her chubby little hands, unable to bear watching the horrific scene that followed.
Su Qingge's face turned deathly pale, and she instinctively lunged forward to block.
"Lin Zhou! Get out of the way!"
However, everything happened too fast.
The security guards nearby didn't have time to react.
Viewers who were almost at the live stream only saw a blur.
But in Lin Zhou's eyes, this was too slow.
It moved as slowly as a snail crawling.
The body, modified by the system's [Body Enhancement Potion], has long since surpassed human limits in various functions.
In his eyes, Zhao Tai's fierce punch was full of flaws.
"Oh."
Lin Zhou stood rooted to the spot, completely still.
Until the fist was less than five centimeters from his nose.
He moved.
He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering.
The fist flew past his ear, the wind it created ruffling the stray hairs on his forehead.
Immediately afterwards, Lin Zhou's right hand moved with lightning speed, precisely grabbing Zhao Tai's wrist.
His left hand reached out and grabbed the collar of Zhao Tai's expensive white suit.
Turn around, bend your waist, thrust your hips, and exert force!
This set of movements was so fluid and fast that it was dazzling.
"rise!"
Lin Zhou let out a low shout, and his core strength in his waist and abdomen exploded instantly.
Zhao Tai, who weighs 140 or 150 pounds, was like a light sack, his feet leaving the ground in an instant.
He drew a beautiful yet tragic parabola in the air.
Time seemed to stand still at that moment.
Zhao Tai's originally ferocious face turned into a terrified expression in mid-air.
He looked at the sky, at the white clouds, and then... at the ground getting closer and closer.
"Bang--!!!"
A dull, deafening crash slammed onto the yellow earth of the threshing ground.
Dust flew everywhere.
That white haute couture suit, which he had specially worn to show off, instantly turned into a khaki color.
Zhao Tai landed face-first on the ground in a "spread-eagle" position, making a solid face-first fall.
Even the gold-rimmed glasses on his nose were knocked off, and the lenses shattered all over the ground.
The entire room fell silent.
Even the usually loud and boisterous director Yan Min was gaping open, not even noticing that his megaphone had fallen to the ground.
Everyone is stupid.
This...that's it?
One move?
Lin Zhou, who seemed like a lazy bum who only knew how to live off women, actually defeated Zhao Tai, a martial arts expert, in one move?
"Cough cough... cough cough cough..."
Zhao Tai, lying on the ground, let out a painful cough, feeling as if his internal organs had shifted.
He struggled to get up, but found that all the bones in his body felt like they were falling apart, and he couldn't exert any strength at all.
The intense pain caused him to let out a bloodcurdling scream, like a pig being slaughtered.
"Ouch—! My back! My back is broken!"
Only then did everyone suddenly come to their senses.
Lin Zhou slowly straightened up and patted off non-existent dust from his hands.
He looked at Zhao Tai, who was lying on the ground in a disheveled state, without the slightest remorse on his face. Instead, he showed an extremely exaggerated expression of surprise.
"oops!"
Lin Zhou took a step back, raised his hands, and looked innocently at the surrounding cameras:
"Everyone saw it, he started it."
"My actions constituted legitimate self-defense, but..."
He paused, looked down at Zhao Tai, and a smug, wicked smile curled at the corner of his mouth:
"I'm so sorry, Young Master Zhao, my hand slipped just now."
"You know, I usually do rough work, I have a lot of strength, and I couldn't control myself."
Accidental slip of the hand?
What the hell?! My hand slipped!
Who could accidentally throw someone three meters away like a sandbag?
This is blatant mockery!
Su Qingge stood aside, watching Lin Zhou's smug expression as if he had gotten a good deal, and her previously anxious heart finally settled down.
Her tense body relaxed, and she couldn't help but burst out laughing.
That bastard.
It always manages to bring her this kind of shock...and surprise.
"Daddy is amazing! Daddy is a hero!"
Hearing the noise, Nuonuo unwrapped her little hands from her eyes and saw the bad uncle lying on the ground. She immediately jumped up excitedly, took her short legs, and rushed over to hug Lin Zhou's leg.
"Daddy defeated the giant monster!"
Lin Zhou picked up his daughter and kissed her on her rosy cheek.
"Yes, Dad beats up these rude monsters."
At this point, the chat in the live stream was going crazy.
"Holy crap! Holy crap! Holy crap! Unfortunately, I'm uncultured; one 'holy crap' is all I need!"
"That was amazing! That over-the-shoulder throw was textbook perfect!"
"Who said Lin Zhou is a good-for-nothing? Come out and take your beating! This skill level shows he's trained for at least ten years!"
"Slip of the hand? Hahahaha! What the hell is slip of the hand! Brother Lin, you know how to be sarcastic!"
"That fall completely ruined Young Master Zhao's image! That white suit looks like a rag now!"
"Awesome! That's so satisfying! This is how you teach these show-offs to be dealt with!"
With the help of his bodyguards, Zhao Tai finally managed to get up from the ground.
His current appearance is simply unbearable to look at.
His once slicked-back hair was now a mess, resembling a chicken coop, with a few strands of dry grass stuck to it.
His face was covered in dust, and his nose was still bleeding, staining half of his face red.
His suit, worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, was torn in several places, making him look even more disheveled than the village idiot.
"Lin Zhou!!"
Zhao Tai was so angry that he trembled all over, his eyes were bloodshot, and he looked like he wanted to eat someone alive.
He has been a tyrant in Beijing's social circles for so many years, when has he ever suffered such a humiliating disgrace?
Instead of showing off, he became a laughing stock on the entire internet!
"You dare hit me? You actually dared to hit me?"
Zhao Tai pushed away the bodyguard supporting him, pointed at Lin Zhou, his voice sharp and hoarse with anger:
"I'm going to sue you! I'll make sure you spend the rest of your life in jail!"
"I'm going to blacklist you! I'll make sure you can't survive in the entertainment industry!"
"You just wait! This isn't over!!"
Lin Zhou picked at his ear, looking impatient.
"Alright, alright, stop howling. Anyone who didn't know better would think we were slaughtering a pig."
He glanced at Zhao Tai's still trembling leg and sneered:
"Go ahead and sue me. Millions of netizens saw it just now. You started it. Do you think my actions were excessive self-defense? At most, it was just... acting as a Good Samaritan."
"As for banning me?"
Lin Zhou took a step forward, and that suffocating sense of oppression rushed towards him again.
Zhao Tai was so frightened that he reflexively took a step back, almost falling over again.
"Young Master Zhao, you should worry about yourself first."
Lin Zhou pointed to the villagers and staff around him who were trying not to laugh, his eyes full of amusement:
"If word of your appearance gets back to the capital, how will you ever be able to face people in this industry again?"
"If I were you, I'd crawl into a hole and hide right now, instead of standing here yelling like a shrew."
"you……"
Zhao Tai was so angry that his chest heaved violently, and he almost couldn't catch his breath.
He looked around.
Sure enough, everyone's gaze towards him changed.
It's no longer envy or jealousy, but rather like watching a clown, watching a joke.
That look in his eyes was more painful than killing him.
"Good! Very good! Lin Zhou, you've got guts!"
Zhao Tai gritted his teeth, glared fiercely at Lin Zhou, and then glanced at Su Qingge, who remained silent with a cold expression.
"Su Qingge, you'll regret this! Rejecting my kindness for such a violent maniac?"
"You'll come begging to me on your knees!"
After saying that, he didn't want to stay there for another second and turned to leave.
However, before he could even take a step...
"etc."
Lin Zhou's lazy voice rang out again, "Young Master Zhao, you're leaving just like that? Did you forget something?"
Zhao Tai paused, turned around, and glared angrily: "What else do you want to do?"
Lin Zhou pointed to the shattered wine glass on the ground and the chair that Zhao Tai's bodyguard had broken when he shoved the staff.
"Does damaging public property mean you don't have to pay for it?"
"We live in a remote, impoverished area, and a chair here is very expensive."
"Give me the money."