Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

The air suddenly became deathly still; you could hear even the flapping of a fly's wings.

Iron Fist's old face, rough as granite, was unusually red, like a monkey's bottom.

"cough!"

He coughed loudly, then casually stretched out his foot, hooked it with his toe, and the book on the ground flipped over with a "thud," turning right side up.

Immediately afterwards, he took out a colorful lollipop from his pocket, tore open the wrapper, stuffed it into his mouth, and crunched it to cover up his earlier embarrassment.

"What are you looking at! Haven't you ever seen anything like this before?!"

Iron Fist waved his large hand like swatting flies, his booming voice making dust fall from the ceiling:

"Truth is often held by a minority! Do you even know what 'reverse thinking' is? I was just practicing 'reciting backwards fluently'! You bunch of roughnecks, you wouldn't understand even if I explained it to you, so go practice your boxing!"

The burly men around looked at each other in bewilderment, then burst into laughter.

Since even the boss is trying to save face, it means that although this pretty boy's background is unclear, he is at least not the kind of enemy who wants to ruin the place.

Lin Bai completely ignored the piercing gazes directed at him from all around.

He walked to the corner, took out a clean white handkerchief, and carefully wiped the chair surface three times before slowly sitting down.

Aya stood like a silent sculpture, half a step behind him.

The large hood covered his face, and he blended into the shadows, making him a powerful yet frightening presence.

The scene is too disjointed.

On one side is a violent arena where sweat flies, muscles collide, and hormones explode;

On one side was an elegant young nobleman, as if he were having afternoon tea in the inner city.

Lin Bai crossed his legs, and images of parchment flooded his mind like a waterfall:

[Straight ahead, Iron Fist. Although he looks like a butcher, he's actually the most reasonable person here—provided your intelligence can outsmart him.]

[At the three o'clock position on the left, there's the expressionless woman wiping her knife. Codename 'Black Mamba'. The potion is ready; Sequence 9 'Assassin' in training. Personality: A bit naive, but don't mess with her; she can perform a tracheotomy on you in the blink of an eye.]

[The burly man with a face full of scars walking towards you from the five o'clock position on your right. Codename 'Mad Dog'. Instructor at the Iron Fist Fighting Gym.]

[Important Note: This guy is extremely jealous of the Iron Fist Gym Leader's position, has a petty mind, and loves to torture and kill newcomers.]

His hatred for you is skyrocketing because you just stole the spotlight, and he hates nothing more than someone who's even more pretentious than him.

Lin Bai almost burst out laughing when he saw the last line of text.

Just when I was about to fall asleep, someone handed me a pillow?

Just when I was wondering how to establish my authority in this sweaty place, a not-so-bright villain came along.

"Hey, you pretty boy."

A sinister voice boomed in my ear, carrying a strong smell of cheap tobacco.

As the light dimmed, "Mad Dog" Rod stood in front of Lin Bai, looking down at him.

His bare upper body was covered in centipede-like scars, and a string of bones from an unknown animal hung around his neck, cracking with each breath.

Several henchmen surrounded him, their eyes like a cat playing with a mouse.

"This is a place for men," Mad Dog grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth, his eyes brimming with malice.

"If you want to have some fun, go to the inner city's red-light district. Don't get in the way here. Otherwise... I wouldn't mind giving you a massage, for free."

The sounds of fighting around them subsided again.

Everyone stopped what they were doing and watched with great interest.

Entertainment was scarce in the outer city, so watching mad dogs torture ignorant newcomers was a regular activity for these boxers.

Especially for a young master with such delicate skin, his screams must be quite melodious.

Lin Bai raised his head.

There was no panic as everyone had expected, and he didn't even put his legs down.

He simply scratched his head casually, his dark eyes sweeping over the mad dog as if he were looking at a Chihuahua barking wildly at passersby.

"I'm thinking about a very serious question."

Lin Bai's voice wasn't loud, but it clearly carried throughout half the hall, with just the right amount of confusion in his tone.

The mad dog was taken aback: "Huh? What's that?"

"I was thinking, what if I unfortunately joined your Dust Brotherhood from this boxing gym..." Lin Bai sighed, speaking in a pained tone.

"Will you bunch of idiots drag my IQ down to below average?"

"After all, one becomes like the company one keeps."

boom!

The entire audience erupted in uproar.

Even Iron Fist, who was far away, stared at Lin Bai in astonishment, almost swallowing the lollipop in his mouth.

Good heavens, is this kid... firing a full-map attack?

Is someone with such delicate skin and flesh really that brave?

The mad dog's face instantly turned a deep liver color, and the veins on his forehead throbbed.

He's been around this area for so many years, when has anyone ever pointed a finger at him and called him an idiot?

"You fucking want to die!" Mad Dog sneered, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and a murderous aura emanated from him.

"Looks like you won't know the meaning of 'death' unless I bleed you dry!"

"What's the rush?"

Lin Bai extended a slender finger and gently shook it. "I haven't finished speaking yet."

"Originally, I planned to join the fraternity, do some 'intellectual poverty alleviation,' and elevate the overall image of the organization. But now it seems..."

Lin Bai glanced around, his gaze sweeping over the angry faces before finally settling on the mad dog's face. He shook his head regretfully.

"You guys are hopeless. You can't carry this team, you really can't."

"So, I've changed my mind."

Facing the mad dog's almost fiery gaze, Lin Bai put on an innocent smile: "I only learn boxing."

"Pay money, learn boxing. Purely a business transaction. After all... in this world, even a civilized person like me sometimes needs to use my fists to reason with idiots, doesn't I?"

When he said the word "idiot," Lin Bai stared straight at the mad dog, the meaning of which couldn't be clearer.

"I think you're pretty good. Why don't you teach me?"

Lin Bai is serious about learning boxing.

Although the "Con artist" skill allows him to fool people to the point of being crippled, his physical condition is a major weakness.

In a world where everyone's a hot-tempered guy, it's always good to learn some self-defense skills.

Moreover... with Poker Face's perfect control over his body, learning boxing? Isn't that something anyone with hands can do?

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