Only I Have the Law: A Fantasy Daily Life

Chapter 123 At worst, we'll sink Zhongzhou

People's Park on this morning.

impressive.

It's not just Zhang Yuanzhi who thinks this way; most people who came to People's Park this morning and witnessed what was essentially a shit-eating contest would think the same.

in conclusion.

The content creator cleverly used a series of schemes, leading Bai Yu to mistakenly end up on the executioner's block.

Zhang Yuanzhi looked at Chen Baiyu beside him with a complicated expression in the taxi.

The latter leaned against the car window, closing his eyes to rest. Although his expression was calm, there seemed to be a lingering, subtle trace of something else between his brows.

Zhang Yuanzhi kept replaying the scene of challenging the hellish seasoning in his mind, and every time he glanced at Chen Baiyu, he quickly looked away.

Fortunately, when the content creator raised the stakes a second time, Chen Baiyu's face stiffened, but she gritted her teeth, finished the second cup, and then waved her hand in refusal.

This made Zhang Yuanzhi breathe a huge sigh of relief.

If he were to have another drink, he would probably seriously suspect that this marathon prodigy had some kind of unusual, incomprehensible pica.

Of course... maybe they were just simply full?
Or perhaps you simply feel the prize isn't enough to challenge hell again?
With this complex feeling mixed with a sense of inexplicable awe, Zhang Yuanzhi hosted a lunch at a well-known Sichuan restaurant.

This was meant to calm Chen Baiyu down and also to give her some normal energy for the important matters ahead.

After eating at the dinner table for a while,
Chen Baiyu then made a phone call to Zhao Lei.

The main purpose was to greet the person who would be visiting in the afternoon.

Although he had dinner with Zhang Yuanzhi last night, he had briefly explained the situation to Zhao Lei via WeChat and his plan to visit him this afternoon.

However, it was close to the scheduled appointment time.

It would be better to make a phone call and say it again.

Zhao Lei's voice on the other end of the phone was loud and cheerful. He said repeatedly, "I'll definitely be free this afternoon! We need to discuss briefly whether our program can be moved up right away. We'll wait for President Zhang to come over and talk about the details."

You could feel his enthusiasm and confidence even over the phone.

We chatted for a while after dinner.

The two immediately set off for Zhao Lei's Leiyang Qinna Martial Arts School.

The distance between the two sides is neither close nor far.

After about twenty minutes of driving, the two arrived near the Leiyang Qinna Martial Arts Hall.

The car drove into the neighborhood where the martial arts hall is located.

The two got out of the car and walked on their own.

When Zhang Yuanzhi turned a corner and saw the entrance to the museum, he immediately sensed that something was amiss.

"Huh? Why are there so many people gathered up ahead? Something seems to be going on?"

Zhang Yuanzhi squinted.

They were trying to get a clear view of the situation at the entrance of the martial arts hall.

The crowd gathered there was somewhat noisy and chaotic, as if they were in a standoff.

Chen Baiyu's sharp eyes had already pierced through the distance and the crowd, and he saw everything there in an instant.

His brow furrowed almost imperceptibly, and his gaze locked precisely on the people blocking the entrance of Leiyang Qinna Martial Arts Hall.

A few familiar faces instantly triggered his memory.

"They're acquaintances."

Chen Baiyu's voice was calm and even, yet it sent a chill down Zhang Yuanzhi's spine.

"acquaintance?"

"Yeah. The group of people who ambushed Zhao Lei at the Suining Marathon, and then scared him away."

Chen Baiyu's gaze swept across the crowd like a hawk's, finally settling on a somewhat familiar figure: a tall, thin man wearing gold-rimmed glasses, a suit, and a shirt.

now.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses, who had once served as a "gatekeeper" at the entrance of the Suining Marathon Hotel, was standing slightly hunched over next to a man who was a head taller than him and had a burly, towering figure.

Clearly, he wasn't the leader this time.

However, he was the one to speak again this time.

He excitedly pointed his finger at the entrance of the martial arts hall.

His mouth was opening and closing rapidly, clearly trying his best to say something.

That burly man was the core of this group.

He had a buzz cut and wore a tight vest.

His bare arms were muscular and bulging, and half of his arms were covered with tattoos of blue and red.

His eyes looked fierce and arrogant.

He crossed his arms and stared coldly at the closed doors of the martial arts hall.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses next to him looked more like a sycophantic advisor eager to show off his achievements.

This time.

The scale of this group blocking the door was much larger than the one in Suining, with at least a dozen strong men scattered at the door and in the open space next to it.

Their attitude was extremely arrogant, shouting loudly without any restraint:

"Zhao Lei! You fucking get out here! You dare to steal my martial arts school's students? You're asking for trouble!"

"Take in students who dropped out of our martial arts school? Zhao Lei, you're something else! Trying to play dirty, huh? Even if I'm in jail today, I'll be back tomorrow to ambush you! Let's see if you can even open a door!"

"Exactly! So what if the cops come? At most, I'll lock you up for a few days for disturbing the peace! When I get out, I'll still ambush you!"

The burly man at the head of the group waved his hand impatiently, and one of his henchmen immediately began pounding on the martial arts school's door even more brazenly, making a loud "bang" sound while spewing profanities.

Clearly, the reason for the escalation of the conflict can be pieced together from their shouts and curses.

Leiyang Qinna Martial Arts School's good reputation and development momentum, especially after participating in the Suining Marathon performance, not only attracted new students, but also inadvertently poached students from several of their "peer" martial arts schools.

Some former students directly requested a refund and then switched to Zhao Lei's tutelage.

This underhanded tactic thoroughly enraged his already narrow-minded competitors. This time, they tore off their last pretense and even resorted to self-destructive tactics like "I'll make sure you're locked up for a few days and still disgust you," clearly intending to completely ruin Zhao Lei's business.

Chen Baiyu watched this scene quietly, especially the burly-looking man and the chattering man with gold-rimmed glasses next to him.

Normally, Leiyang Qinna Martial Arts Academy only attracts new students because of its good reputation, but this time even old students from other martial arts academies were attracted to come here with refunds.

No wonder these guys are so angry.

However, the current approach is clearly wrong.

That indifferent and nonchalant attitude.

I feel like I'm about to blurt out: "At worst, we'll sink Zhongzhou!"
After Chen Baiyu and the other person got a little closer...

Zhang Yuanzhi finally realized what was going on, and his face immediately darkened: "Damn it! It's those bastards again! And they've gotten even worse! And that... um? Isn't that person..."

"Yes, it's him."

"That goalkeeper who blocked the gate at the Suining Marathon."

Chen Baiyu's voice remained calm.

He didn't care about this guy last time, and scaring him away was just a matter of convenience.

But this time it's different.

To find Zhao Lei, you have to get past these people.

It seems we need to clean up the trash in front of the gate before discussing the performance this afternoon.

He couldn't help but tap his fingers lightly on his knee, pondering how to quiet the group down.

Should we call the police? Zhao Lei, who was blocked at the door, must have already called the police; they probably haven't arrived yet.

Was thinking about it.

Zhang Yuanzhi suddenly spoke, interrupting his thoughts.

"No, I meant the strongest guy!"

"That guy looks like Lin Tie?! What's he doing here?"

Zhang Yuanzhi seemed to remember something, and looked at the burly man from afar, exclaiming in surprise.

As a director of the SC Provincial Athletics Association and also holding a position at the National Sports Bureau, he had a deep impression of the burly man in front of him.

"Lin Tie?"

Chen Baiyu was somewhat puzzled.

He had never heard of this name before.

However, judging from Zhang Yuanzhi's expression at this moment, Lin Tie seems to be a celebrity.
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Zhao Lei stood behind the heavy glass door, the afternoon light casting anxious shadows on his face.

He could clearly hear the increasingly arrogant shouts and violent crashes outside the door, and the coaches behind him also frowned.

"Old Zhao, open the door! Don't be a coward!"

A burly man was pounding on the glass.

Zhao Lei took a deep breath, suppressing his anger. He knew that if this stalemate continued, the first batch of students who had finished get off work or school would arrive in less than three hours.

Let the students, especially the children brought by their parents, see this group of fierce-looking people at the door.

They may even be drawn into conflicts.

This is absolutely unacceptable.

"enough!"

Zhao Lei reached out to stop his coach from following, then suddenly pulled the latch and pushed open the glass door with a loud thud.

The noise outside the door stopped abruptly.

A dozen pairs of eyes were fixed on him.

There was provocation, disdain, but more than anything, there was a sense of smugness at finally showing up.

Zhao Lei stepped out of the doorway, his tall figure blocking the entrance, facing the group of menacing people.

His sharp gaze swept over the familiar faces before him, finally settling on the "Iron Tower" who was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

That man who, though silent, exudes the strongest presence.

"It's you again!" Zhao Lei's deep, powerful voice cut through the surrounding noise. "Didn't you cause enough trouble in Suining last time? Coming to my martial arts school to act wildly? Don't you know what it means to know when to stop!"

"Enough is enough?!" The man with the gold-rimmed glasses jumped out as if his tail had been stepped on, pointing at Zhao Lei's nose and spitting as he said, "Zhao! Stop pretending! You think you can do whatever you want just because you showed your face in Suining? You poached our students and took in those who had dropped out of our martial arts school, and you call that enough? You've cut off our livelihood!"

"Exactly! I'm a student who paid tuition, and you just accepted me without saying a word?"

"You're all talk and no action, trying to outmaneuver us, but you're not so brave enough to show your face in public?"

Another man with a face full of scars roared.

Zhao Lei frowned, barely suppressing his anger, and said, "It's the students' freedom to choose which school to study at! I haven't forced anyone! Instead of reflecting on your own inability to retain students, you come here to block my door and cause trouble?"

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses sneered, his face filled with malicious mockery: "Let me tell you, Zhao Lei, we brothers are here to 'keep you company'! A few days in the police station? No problem! We can afford it! We'll go in for a few days to rest, and when we come out, we'll be back to play with you! Let's see if your students dare to step into your door again! Let's see how many more days you can keep your business open!"

"Bang!"

Another loud thud as the door was kicked open, making the door frame vibrate.

Zhao Lei's heart sank.

He understood that the martial arts school owners behind these people were indeed capable of such despicable acts.

Legal punishment has very limited deterrent effect on behavior of this caliber. It doesn't reach the standard for a criminal case; at most, they might be fined and detained for a few days.

The key is.

Last time, he lost his temper a little and led a few coaches from his martial arts school to beat the guy who was provoking him to the ground. Then, several coaches from his school went to the police station with the guy from the other side and spent a few days there.

This is something that could easily escalate into a fight.

It's highly likely they'll be charged with mutual assault and end up in jail together.

He didn't really want a fight to break out.

However, Zhao Lei also keenly noticed something: this group specifically chose to come and cause trouble in the afternoon, before the large number of students arrived.

What does this mean?
This indicates that the other party is not completely reckless; they are also afraid of making the situation too embarrassing and completely out of control. Or, in other words, they still have a little room to continue "negotiating terms."

This thought, like a faint flame, ignited in Zhao Lei's heart, which was filled with anger and anxiety, preventing him from immediately calling the police.

Zhao Lei's gaze passed over the incessantly talking man with gold-rimmed glasses, and over the few thugs who were shouting the loudest, and once again locked firmly on the figure at the back of the crowd.

That man remained silent like a rock from beginning to end.

Zhao Lei took a deep breath, pushed aside the man with gold-rimmed glasses blocking his way, and walked straight toward the man.

The thugs who surrounded him instinctively tried to stop him, but were stopped by a slight glance from the burly man.

The crowd parted automatically, revealing an arm covered in blue and red tattoos.

Standing three steps away from the man, Zhao Lei stared directly into the man's eyes, which were hidden in the shadows and gleamed with a fierce light.

He knew who this person was.

Or rather, he recognized the face.

In this circle.

The person in front of me is extremely famous.

"Lin Tie." Zhao Lei's voice carried a hint of barely perceptible fatigue and helplessness. "I really didn't expect that those bastards could get you to come and support them."

The man called Lin Tie gave a slight twitch at the corner of his mouth, which was a calm smile in response, but he still didn't speak.

Zhao Lei suppressed his sense of powerlessness and tried to communicate: "Lin Tie, we've both been in the same boat, and we're both serious martial arts practitioners. I know you're very skilled; you've won many city and provincial Sanda and wrestling championships, and you've also fought in underground boxing."

As he spoke, Zhao Lei gave a thumbs up.

Then he paused, and said earnestly, "But look at the group of people you brought, blocking the door and hurling insults. What kind of behavior is this? A man who fights hand-to-hand in the ring is now doing this kind of thuggish thing? Is it worth it? Being a thug for these useless martial arts gym owners?"

Immediately, angry shouts and curses erupted from the crowd.

But Lin Tie only glanced at it coldly, and then lowered his voice again.

“Everyone’s off work in three hours,” Zhao Lei said urgently, pointing to his watch. “My students are coming soon. Many of them are students, some are even children. Is it appropriate for you to block the entrance and scare them like this? What kind of unwritten rule is this?”

Lin Tie finally made a move.

He lowered his arms from his chest, took a small step forward, and the invisible pressure suddenly intensified.

He looked Zhao Lei up and down a few times, his eyes as cold as if he were assessing an item.

"Zhao Lei".

“I recognize you. We’ve met a few times in previous matches. Although you were often eliminated in just a few rounds and never actually met me, your grappling skills are indeed quite good.”

He spoke, his voice low and hoarse.

Like two rough stones rubbing against each other, the cold sound seemed to state a fact.

"Appreciation is one thing, business is another."

"They've paid. I, Lin Tie, am the kind of person who takes money to do things, and if I'm supposed to be there to keep things under control, then I have to be able to do it."

Lin Tie's tone suddenly changed, and his eyes sharpened.

He paused, glanced at the martial arts school gate behind Zhao Lei, and said, "Whether your students come or not is not my business. My business is to reassure the bosses to confront you with peace of mind."

Zhao Lei's heart sank.

The guy in front of me is a real tough nut to crack!
He was a national Sanda athlete in his youth and won the provincial championship more than once.

He later retired early due to personality issues.

But he hasn't lost his solid fighting skills. Over the years, he has become very famous in underground boxing rings and private bodyguard circles, with extremely rich practical experience!

His resilience is insane, his explosive power is astonishing, and he's notoriously ruthless! My meager grappling skills are no match for Lin Tie, a veteran of countless ring battles…

"Lin Tie! I've explained things to you! Are you determined to completely break off all relations?"

"Everyone, disperse. If there's anything, let the bosses come and talk to us in person later!"

Zhao Lei's face was filled with barely suppressed anger, but his tone still conveyed a final effort.

Lin Tie slowly shook his head, a clear, wild smile appearing on his face for the first time.

"You want me to leave? It's simple."

He cracked his neck, making a slight clicking sound, and his beast-like eyes were fixed on Zhao Lei.

Then he said, word by word, "Beat me."

These three words struck Zhao Lei's heart like a heavy hammer!
All hopes of reasoning with them were instantly shattered!

He knew how capable Lin Tie was!
He didn't learn about the matches from television, but from videos and stories circulating within the fighting community. The ferocious power, the rock-solid resilience, and the cunning and ruthless techniques used in actual combat!
That's a fighting machine that exists purely to defeat its opponent!

Fight him?!

In front of his own martial arts gym?!

This is not a fair competition at all! This is a helpless situation where someone has been forced into a corner!
Lin Tie slightly turned his body, assuming an exceptionally smooth and imposing ready stance, his eyes like those of a tiger locking onto its prey.

The group behind him erupted in even louder shouts: "Come on, Zhao Lei! You think you're so tough? Go ahead and spar with Brother Lin!"

"Backing down? Weren't you being quite the smooth talker just now?"

"Don't dare to fight? Then behave yourself and get out of here!"

Looking at this formidable enemy who was impossible to communicate with, Zhao Lei was instantly overwhelmed by a tremendous sense of helplessness and a deep headache.

How to do?
Hohhot Ironclad?

The outcome is extremely uncertain, and defeat is almost certain!
Even if...

Even if they win by a one in ten thousand chance, do you think these people will really be willing to leave? Will those sore losers, those martial arts gym owners, let it go so easily?

A dilemma!

The immense pressure caused the veins on his forehead to throb.

at this time.

A voice, so calm it was almost imperceptible, cut through the clamor of the crowd and rang out clearly:

"Oh, it's so lively."

(End of this chapter)