Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

Just as the mad dog pounced, Lin Bai did not retreat.

He suddenly thrust out his right hand, his four fingers pressed together like a knife, and swiftly and accurately stabbed the mad dog three inches below his left rib.

"puff."

A soft sound.

What seems like a casual flick of the finger has an effect comparable to being hit by a sledgehammer.

The mad dog froze instantly, its eyes practically bulging out of their sockets.

Intense pain surged through my body like a high-voltage electric current, leaving my mind completely blank.

The mad dog's face instantly contorted into a purplish-red color, and he bent over, clutching his stomach, his scream stuck in his throat.

"He...he..."

Two full seconds passed.

"ah--!!!"

The heart-wrenching screams then erupted, sending chills down one's spine.

Lin Bai withdrew his hand, stood still, gently blew on his fingers, and still wore that harmless smile on his face.

"See, I told you, insufficient oxygen supply can impair judgment." Lin Bai looked down at the mad dog kneeling on the ground in pain.

His tone was so gentle, as if he were comforting a kindergarten child who had fallen down.

"The defensive gap here is too big, coach. Remember to protect your liver next time. Drinking is bad for your health, but getting beaten up is even worse."

The entire room fell silent.

Everyone gaped, their jaws practically dropping to the floor.

One move?

Just one move?

The mad dog that was just moments ago so ferocious and ready to tear people to pieces was brought to its knees by this gentle touch.

"good!!!"

A loud shout shattered the silence.

Iron Fist suddenly stood up, his face flushed with excitement, and slapped his hands so hard they shook the heavens:

"Precise! Absolutely precise! This is the perfect combination of anatomy and mechanics! This is the power of knowledge! Do you understand?! Do you illiterate people understand?!"

The underlings below the stage looked at each other, not understanding what their boss was saying, but since their boss had already shouted it out, it couldn't hurt to follow suit.

"Awesome... awesome!"

"What kind of kung fu is this? Is it pressure point technique?"

Hearing the change in the wind direction around him, the mad dog kneeling on the ground finally snapped at the last thread of reason.

Lost.

We lost completely.

Not only did they lose the fight, but they also lost face, prestige, and everything else.

I'm not reconciled! I'm not reconciled!

I'm a vicious dog that crawled out of a pile of corpses, how could I lose to this pretty boy who only knows how to talk big!

Beneath the mad dog's lowered head, a glint of mad resentment flashed in its crimson eyes.

His right hand silently reached towards the inside of his wristband.

There, hidden, was a fine steel sleeve knife, only the length of a finger.

They were fed a highly toxic substance.

If he gets even a scratch, this kid is dead!

"Go to hell!!!"

An unexpected change occurred!

The mad dog, which had been kneeling on the ground pretending to be dead, suddenly sprang up like a dying venomous snake!

A flash of cold light, and the jet-black sleeve knife pierced straight for Lin Bai's throat!

The distance was too close! And there was no warning at all!

"Be careful!"

The expressionless Black Mamba, who had been watching coldly from afar, suddenly stood up, instinctively wanting to throw the short knife in her hand, but it was too late.

Iron Fist's smile froze, then he erupted in fury, roaring like thunder: "Rhodes! How dare you!"

No matter where it is, fighting with knives in a ring or launching a sneak attack is the most despicable and low-class behavior!

This is ruining their reputation!

However, faced with this fatal blow...

Lin Bai did not back down.

They didn't even try to hide.

Time seemed to slow down at this moment.

The sharp blade tip magnified rapidly in his pupils, accompanied by the twisted, gleeful grin of a mad dog.

But as the blade drew ever closer to his throat...

Lin Bai smiled.

That was no longer the gentle, harmless fake smile from before.

At this moment, the mask he wore, the mask of "civilized man," shattered into pieces.

Instead, there is a condescending indifference, as if watching an ant make its last struggle...

That's the expression on the face of the con artist as he admires his prey as it falls into his trap.

"The performance has begun."

Lin Bai's lips moved slightly, and he silently uttered these words.

next second.

Instead of retreating, he took a step forward.

He willingly offered his neck to the blade!

However, his body was slightly turned at an odd angle, and the deadly hidden blade narrowly grazed the carotid artery in his neck.

"Since you broke the rule first..."

Lin Bai's voice was low and cold, and only Mad Dog could hear it.

"Then... that would be considered self-defense."

......

In that instant, Mad Dog Rod's sleeve blade was less than three millimeters away from Lin Bai's carotid artery.

He could even see the throbbing blue veins under Lin Bai's neck, and his nose seemed to smell the gushing blood.

Just a little bit more of your wrist forward...

However, this last little bit became an insurmountable barrier that he could never overcome in his life.

Lin Bai's long, slender, fair hand, resembling that of a pianist, had somehow already gripped the mad dog's wrist tightly.

"Click."

A sharp crack rang out in the deathly silent boxing gym.

That was not a simple fracture.

Instead, it was the sound of a wrist joint being forcibly twisted 180 degrees, ligaments breaking and bones dislocating—a sound that made your teeth ache.

"ah--!!!"

The mad dog's ferocious grin vanished instantly, his features twisted and contorted, and before his piercing scream could fully escape his throat, the dagger in his hand clattered to the ground.

"Shh, class time, keep quiet."

Lin Bai raised his index finger to his lips, but instead of letting go with his other hand, he pressed it down.

Taking advantage of the moment when the mad dog howled and gasped for breath, he suddenly raised his knee and slammed it out like a battering ram!

boom!

The knee strike landed squarely on the mad dog's stomach.

Crit!

The mad dog's eyeballs bulged out instantly, and its scream was forced back into its stomach.

He instantly curled up like a boiled shrimp, uncontrollably spitting out a stream of yellowish-green acidic water.

Down below the stage, a few of the underlings who were eating sunflower seeds had the seeds fall directly onto their crotches.

"Holy crap...it looks painful." Someone instinctively clutched their stomach, as if that knee had hit them.

"This guy's a newbie? He's chopping meat harder than a butcher!"

Lin Bai, however, was like a patient mentor, his voice gentle and warm:

"You used that knee strike on thin air just now, so the force was dispersed. It should be concentrated in one point like this, understand?"

He released his grip, letting the mad dog stagger backward, then gracefully followed, his movements fluid and elegant, exuding an eerie grace.

"This move... is an elbow strike."

Lin Bai turned to the side, using the momentum of his waist rotation to slam his elbow hard into the back of the mad dog, near its spine.

It avoided the spine but struck precisely the nerve plexus of the latissimus dorsi muscle.

"Awooo—!!!"

The mad dog let out a strange, distorted howl, and half of its body instantly went numb, collapsing like a limp lump of mud.

Before he could fall to the ground, his hair was suddenly pulled tight as Lin Bai grabbed him and forcibly lifted him up.

At this moment, the mad dog's face was covered with snot, tears, and acid, and he no longer had any of the "head coach's" prestige.

He stared in horror at the handsome face before him, as if he were looking at a demon in human skin.

"You...you..."

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