Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

Lin Bai straightened his collar, took long strides, and walked straight toward the heavy iron gate.

As soon as I arrived at the door, a suffocating heat wave hit me.

The burly man named Buck was leaning against the door frame picking his teeth when he saw Lin Bai's excessively clean attire, and his brows instantly furrowed into a deep frown.

In the outer city, being dressed too neatly usually means two things: either you're a fat sheep waiting to be slaughtered, or you're a pushover.

"stop!"

Buck stretched out a large, hairy hand and placed it across Lin Bai's face, baring his yellow teeth like some kind of wild beast.

"This isn't a place for gigolos to stroll around. Want to come in? The entrance fee is five silver coins, or..."

His thieving eyes swept over Lin Bai's face, revealing a nauseating smile.

"Let me touch it, that's not a bad idea."

As he spoke, the large, foul-smelling hand reached out to grab Lin Bai's cheek.

Lin Bai didn't move.

But just as that hand was about to touch him, a needle-like stinging sensation exploded between his brows—[Malice Perception] triggered.

He tilted his head slightly to one side.

The movements were minimal yet perfectly executed, as if they had been rehearsed countless times.

Buck's fingers brushed past Lin Bai's ear, but he got nothing.

"Um?"

Buck was taken aback. Was this pretty boy something?

He refused to believe it, and changed his grip into a fist, smashing it towards Lin Bai's shoulder with a whistling sound.

If that punch landed, an ordinary person would break a bone on the spot.

However, Lin Bai was like a slippery eel.

His foot slid casually to the left, and his body leaned back slightly at an odd angle.

The force of the punch ruffled the stray hairs on his forehead, but didn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

Sequence 9 [The Deceiver] has weak combat power.

However, the physical coordination and predictive abilities granted by [Poker Face] and [Malice Perception] are like a game-changer when dealing with a watchdog who isn't even a superhuman.

"You mudfish..."

Enraged, Buck reached for the dagger at his waist.

"If I were you, I wouldn't do that."

Lin Bai finally spoke.

His voice was calm, even carrying a hint of nonchalant laziness.

He extended two fingers and lightly flicked away non-existent dust from his collar.

His gaze shifted downwards, fixing on Buck's left boot.

"Buck, right?"

Buck froze: "You know me?"

Lin Bai didn't answer, but leaned forward slightly and chuckled softly in a voice only the two of them could hear:

"It's been quite hot lately, hasn't it?"

"If you cover it up too tightly, it will grow mold."

"Especially... those gold coins under the insole of your left shoe, almost pickled in flavor."

boom!

These words struck Buck like a bolt from the blue, leaving him completely stunned.

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets, his face instantly turned a deep purplish-red, and he instinctively pulled his left foot back.

That was his savings of three years!

He hid so well that even his wife, whose nose was more sensitive than a dog's, didn't notice!

How did this kid know?!

X-ray vision? Or are they just those mystical fortune tellers?

Either way, it shows that this pretty boy in front of him is definitely not someone he can mess with!

"Who...who are you?"

Buck's voice was trembling, and his palms were covered in cold sweat as he gripped the knife hilt.

Lin Bai straightened up, a mysterious smile on his face, as if he had everything under control.

Who I am is not important.

"The important thing is, I want to see Iron Fist."

He stepped past Buck, who stood as stiff as a stone statue, reached out and pushed open the heavy iron door, tossing out a sentence without turning his head:

"Don't push your luck, Mr. Buck."

Buck didn't dare to move an inch until Lin Bai and the man in black robes walked into the hall.

He felt a chill run down his spine, as if he had just faced not a person, but a venomous snake flicking its tongue.

......

Inside the hall, the sound was deafening.

In the open space of several hundred square meters, there are seven or eight iron cage arenas.

The air was thick with the sour smell of evaporating sweat, the smell of excess hormones.

Bare-chested boxers fought in the cage, each heavy blow accompanied by the hysterical roars of the spectators.

"Kill him! Tear his throat apart!"

"Damn it! I bet five gold coins on you! Don't die, you piece of trash! Get up!"

Chaos, tyranny, primal.

This is the survival rule of the Iron Fist Fighting Gym.

Lin Bai stood at the entrance, his brows slightly furrowed.

It's so noisy, like hundreds of ducks quacking at the same time.

His gaze pierced through the frenzied crowd and locked onto the largest arena in the very center of the hall.

A completely open arena without any protection.

There are no matches there.

There was only one man, as tall as an iron tower, sitting in a specially made reinforced chair, holding... a book in his hand.

That was a tattered copy of "Fundamental Physics".

However, the book was held upside down.

The man was nearly 2.5 meters tall, with muscles bulging like rocks all over his body. He had a huge gear tattoo on his bald head, making him someone you wouldn't want to reason with.

At that moment, he was holding that unfortunate book, roaring at his several bruised and battered subordinates in front of him.

"Leverage principle! Do you even understand the lever principle?!"

He brandished the book with his iron fist, spittle flying everywhere.

"How many times have I told you! You need to use your brain when you fight! You need to find a fulcrum! Give me a fulcrum, and I can move the entire Blackrock City!"

"You bunch of pig-brains! All you know how to do is brute force! That's what beasts do! We want to be cultured boxers!"

The men shrank back, trembling.

I was thinking, "Boss, when you punched someone's head into their chest cavity, I didn't see you using any leverage principle."

Isn't that just pure force?

"Get out! All of you, get out of here! Just looking at you annoys me!"

Iron Fist swung his hand violently.

This wave of his hand had a significant impact, as it sent a subordinate standing nearby flying.

That unlucky guy flew through the air like a cannonball, tracing a perfect parabola, and hurtled straight toward Lin Bai, who had just entered!

It is extremely fast and powerful.

If it hits solidly, ordinary people will either die or be seriously injured.

The onlookers gasped in surprise, some even whistling excitedly, waiting to see the young man who had suddenly barged in turn into mincemeat.

Lin Bai stood still, hands in his pockets, not even lifting his eyelids.

Even more so, he maintained that elegant smile on his face, as steady as an old dog.

Just as that unlucky guy was about to smash into Lin Bai's face.

Ah Ya, who had been standing behind him without any presence, moved.

There were no unnecessary movements.

It was simply taking a step forward.

Then, raise your hand.

That pale hand, covered with bluish-black veins, caught the burly man weighing over 100 pounds steadily, like an iron clamp.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The enormous impact vanished without a trace in Aya's hands.

Its body didn't even sway, as if it had caught a light, floating balloon.

Immediately afterwards, Ah Ya flipped his wrist and casually tossed it away.

The burly man fell to the ground like a garbage bag, barely feeling any pain; he was still completely dazed.

This seemingly effortless move instantly silenced the noisy hall for a moment.

The onlookers, who had been shouting, suddenly fell silent, as if they had been choked.

All eyes were focused on the pale hand, and then followed the hand to the man in black robes, and the calm and collected young man standing in front of him.

On the central stage, even Iron Fist was stunned.

He tossed the physics book, which he had been holding upside down, aside and slowly stood up from his chair.

Its massive body exudes an immense sense of oppression, like a raging bear awakening.

He narrowed his large, bell-like eyes, staring at Lin Bai, his voice rumbling like thunder across the hall:

"You don't look familiar, kid."

"Which road?"

Lin Bai raised his head and, from a distance of more than ten meters, met those eyes filled with a violent aura.

He showed no fear whatsoever. Instead, he took out a clean white handkerchief from his pocket and gently covered his mouth and nose, as if he found the air here too dirty.

Pointing to the book on the ground, Lin Bai smiled slightly:

"To move Blackrock City, having a fulcrum alone is not enough."

"Also, Iron Fist Gym Leader, a friendly reminder..."

"You were holding that book upside down just now."

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