Sequence Beyond: My Wife is a Mysterious Boss

"Don't rush, it's not over yet." Lin Bai smiled, his eyes so sincere it was unsettling.

"You just demonstrated twelve moves, and now you're only using the third. In scholarship, the worst thing you can do is give up halfway."

The entire venue was deathly silent.

The underlings below the stage were all pale-faced, their Adam's apples bobbing with difficulty.

The previous mockery, disdain, and expectant expressions have all turned into utter terror, as if they've seen a ghost.

"This guy... he's a pervert, isn't he?" one of the henchmen asked, his voice trembling. "Is he enjoying it?"

"This time, the mad dog has really messed up... no, he's kicked a meat grinder."

Offstage, the lollipop stick in Iron Fist's hand had been crushed into powder.

His eyes, as wide as copper bells, were fixed on Lin Bai's every move, and he muttered to himself, trembling with excitement:

"To capture a complete model in an instant through visual perception, and then instantly replicate it using muscle memory... that's what genius is! That's the ultimate form of scientific combat!"

Although Black Mamba didn't quite understand what the model was, her hand holding the knife was trembling slightly.

As an assassin, she saw it clearly—that man was enjoying the dual deconstruction of his enemy's body and mind.

That sense of ease and relaxation is more terrifying than any ferocious killing intent.

On the ring, Mad Dog had completely broken down.

His prized fighting skills were like kindergarten calisthenics to his opponent.

No matter how he retaliated, his opponent could always return the same move with even greater power.

"I'm not playing anymore! I surrender! I surrender!!"

Mad Dog howled and tried to crawl off the ring. His hands were crippled, four ribs were broken, and his face was swollen like a steamed bun.

"Admit defeat?"

Lin Bai stopped and scratched his head in a troubled manner.

"But Coach, you just said you wanted to make sure I 'dn't bleed'."

"To show you respect, I haven't let you experience that feeling yet."

Before he finished speaking, Lin Bai's demeanor suddenly changed.

If he was a cat toying with a mouse just now, then at this moment, he is a Tyrannosaurus Rex that has finally bared its fangs.

He slammed his left foot down, and the floorboards exploded with a loud crack.

The power instantly surged from his heels through his entire body, and the great dragon of his spine emitted a series of dense explosions, a prelude to the entire body's power being twisted into a single rope.

The mad dog turned around in terror, its pupils dilating in shock.

This starting stance... is his most prized skill—the Bone-Crushing Fist!

"Instructor, watch carefully." Lin Bai's voice was deep, with a metallic chill.

"Please give me your feedback on this punch."

boom!

A punch is thrown.

The whistling sound of the air being torn apart was sharp and piercing.

This punch was devoid of any fancy moves; it was simply a combination of pure speed and power, striking precisely the hardest part of the mad dog's chest—his sternum.

"Snap—!!!"

This sharp sound was clearer and more terrifying than any before.

Before the mad dog could even let out a scream, its feet left the ground, tracing a pitiful parabola in the air.

boom!

The human body landed, kicking up a cloud of dust.

As luck would have it, Mad Dog landed right at Iron Fist's feet and slid two meters on the ground.

Finally, it twitched twice like a dead dog and then completely passed out.

Lin Bai had weighed the provocation of the dog on the spot.

The conclusion is: not for now.

My primary goal now is to join the Brotherhood of Dust.

Killing someone in public would bring unnecessary trouble, but for him, who possessed the parchment, this mad dog had nowhere to escape.

In a couple of days, on a dark and windy night, have Ah Ya perform a physical ritual to help the dead pass away peacefully.

......

Lin Bai stood on the stage, slowly tidying up his somewhat disheveled cuffs.

Then, facing the stunned Iron Fist below the stage, he gave an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry, Master."

Lin Bai sighed, his tone tinged with frustration.

"The coach taught so well, especially that phrase 'Power originates from the ground,' which I benefited greatly from. I got so excited that I couldn't control my strength..."

"I accidentally learned a little too fast."

"I wonder if this counts as... a teaching accident?"

Iron Fist: "..."

Black Mamba: "..."

The henchmen: "..."

What the hell is this teaching accident?!

You call beating the head coach into a state of partial paralysis "learning a little too fast"?

The smell of Versailles is so strong, it's even stronger than the sewers outside the city!

But looking at Lin Bai's sincere and innocent face, Iron Fist actually felt... that what he said made a lot of sense!

"This...this is a true genius!"

Iron Fist glanced down at the mad dog lying oblivious to its fate at his feet, a hint of disgust flashing in his eyes.

"Drag him away!" Iron Fist kicked the mad dog away as if it were a bag of garbage.

"Don't get in his way. Get him a vet check on him; as long as he doesn't die, it's fine."

The henchmen snapped out of their daze and rushed over, hurriedly carrying the unconscious mad dog away.

After dealing with the trash, Iron Fist raised his head and stared intently at Lin Bai, his eyes burning as if he were looking at a rare, uncut gemstone.

That look gave Lin Bai goosebumps.

"Um...the owner?"

Lin Bai took a half step back, looking at the burly man with some wariness.

"Since I've already fought and learned the moves, I'll be leaving now. I'll have someone send the tuition fee."

After saying that, Lin Bai waved to Aya in the corner.

"Ah-Ya, let's go. This place is too violent; it's not suitable for scholars like us."

Aya silently walked out and followed behind Lin Bai.

The two walked towards the gate, one after the other.

step.

Two steps.

Three steps.

On the surface, Lin Bai walked away calmly, but in his heart he was silently counting down.

3 ......

2 ......

Today's "pretending to be weak to catch a tiger" act was all for this very moment!

Just as Lin Bai was about to step out of the threshold, that urgent roar finally came from behind him.

"etc!!!"

Lin Bai's lips curled slightly, but he quickly suppressed it again.

He stopped and turned around, a puzzled look on his face. "Is there anything else, Master? Do you need me to reimburse Mr. Mad Dog's medical expenses?"

"I'll pay you nothing!"

Iron Fist charged forward in three quick steps, completely ignoring the dangerous aura emanating from Ah-Ya, and spread his arms like an enthusiastic brown bear.

"Brother! You're a genius! You're exactly the talent I've been looking for!"

"Join us!" Iron Fist's booming voice made Lin Bai's eardrums ring.

"That mad dog is a useless piece of trash who doesn't deserve his position. I've wanted to replace him for a long time! You come here, you'll be a special advisor, second only to me!"

However, to Iron Fist's surprise, Lin Bai did not agree immediately.

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