Kuroko's Basketball template: the king of slacking off, Shohoku's strongest sixth man.

"Hey, Lin Bei, what kind of international joke are you talking about?"

"We're going to America?!"

Lin Bei stuffed the satellite phone back into his pocket and glanced at everyone casually.

"The intensity here is too low."

"Perfect timing, I'll go over there and find some real high-intensity competition."

"By the way..."

Lin Bei looked up at the ceiling and casually added.

"Go see an old friend and catch up."

"An old friend?"

Sakuragi scratched his red buzz cut, looking completely bewildered.

"Who is it? Is he a good fighter?"

Rukawa Kaede shuddered, and a terrifying glint flashed in his fox-like eyes.

Chicago...

Could it be that man?!

"Stop talking nonsense, the bus is already waiting downstairs."

Lin Bei didn't give them a chance to ask questions and turned to walk towards the door.

"I hope to get a good night's sleep on the plane tonight."

"Starting tomorrow, I will show you what real hell is like."

……

The night was dark.

A luxury bus was traveling on the winding mountain road to the airport.

Aside from the roar of engines, the only other sounds were the whistling of the wind through the trees.

The members of Shohoku were still immersed in the immense shock of their upcoming flight to the United States, and the train carriage was unusually quiet.

"squeak--!!"

The ear-piercing screech of brakes ripped through the night sky!

The bus driver jerked the steering wheel, causing the bus to shake violently.

Accompanied by the acrid smell of burning tires rubbing against the ground, the bus came to a dramatic stop on the edge of the road.

"What's going on?!" Akagi roared, regaining his footing.

"There's a roadblock ahead!" the driver said, pointing ahead, his voice trembling.

Several black cars without license plates were parked haphazardly in the middle of the road, completely blocking the way.

Immediately afterwards, the car doors opened one after another, and a flurry of footsteps echoed through the woods.

Using the car headlights as a guide, dozens of yakuza thugs carrying baseball bats, iron pipes, and machetes swarmed around like a black tide.

The crowd parted, and several men with dyed yellow hair and burly faces emerged.

"Misui Hisashi!"

The leader, a blond-haired man, slammed his iron pipe against the bus door, making a loud bang.

"Get down here!"

"Do you really think that winning a few basketball games means you can just let it go?"

Mitsui's expression changed drastically.

"It was that night..." Mitsui gritted his teeth.

"Nothing else today." The blond-haired man laughed cruelly, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

"Just your hands and feet!"

"I'll cripple you, then let's see how you play that lousy basketball!"

"You bastard!!"

A loud shout rang out inside the carriage!

Sakuragi Hanamichi's eyes were bloodshot, like an enraged lion, and he sprang up from his seat.

He stared intently at the arrogant faces outside the car window, veins bulging on his forehead.

Faced with a crisis where his teammates were about to be harmed, Sakuragi displayed a heart-stopping protective instinct.

"Dare to touch my teammates... I'll kill you all!"

Sakuragi clenched his fist tightly, his bones cracking, and was about to rush towards the car door.

Snapped.

A slender, fair hand rested casually on Sakuragi's shoulder, yet it felt as heavy as a mountain.

Sakuragi's forward momentum abruptly halted, unable to advance even an inch further.

He turned around in surprise.

Lin Bei appeared behind him without him even noticing.

His face was expressionless, but his eyes were filled with a chilling aura.

"Sit back down."

Lin Bei's voice was soft, yet it carried an undeniable sense of pressure.

"Those hands of yours are for rebounding."

"If you get hurt by these weaklings, I'll cripple you first."

"But Master, they..." Sakuragi gritted his teeth.

I said, sit down.

Lin Bei patted Sakuragi on the shoulder, took long strides, and walked straight to the car door.

"Open the door."

The bus doors slowly opened, and the night breeze, carrying the coolness of early autumn, rushed into the carriage.

Lin Bei, all alone, slowly stepped off the bus in his shiny leather shoes.

He seemed out of place among the dozens of thugs wielding weapons.

"Oh? What brings down this pretty boy?" The blond-haired guy arrogantly pointed at Lin Bei with his iron pipe.

"Want to be the first to stick your neck out?"

"I'm in a good mood today, old man. Kneel down and kowtow three times, and I'll spare your life..."

Lin Bei completely ignored him.

Instead, he raised his wrist and glanced at the priceless Patek Philippe.

"Two hours until takeoff."

Lin Bei felt an extreme sense of impatience.

These damned maggots dared to delay his flight.

"Three minutes."

Lin Bei slowly lowered his arm.

His gaze swept over the dark mass of thugs before him, as if he were looking at a pile of lifeless objects.

"Don't let me miss my flight."

"You're asking for it!! Get him! Cripple him!!" the blond-haired man roared in fury.

The thirty-odd thugs at the front raised their weapons and roared as they charged toward Lin Bei.

Inside the bus, the hearts of everyone from Shohoku were in their throats.

The thug at the front swung a baseball bat and smashed it hard into Lin Bei's head!

Lin Bei did not retreat but advanced.

He reached out with his left hand, and the Tai Chi energy surged forth.

The baseball bat, whistling through the air, lost all its power the instant it touched Lin Bei's palm.

Immediately afterward, Lin Bei's eyes turned cold.

Make a fist with your right hand and generate power from your waist and hips.

Bajiquan, Inch Power!

"Bang!!!"

A sickeningly loud cracking sound rang out in the night sky.

Lin Bei's fist slammed into the man's chest with incredible explosive force.

The thug didn't even have time to scream before he was sent flying five or six meters through the air, as if he had been hit by a truck.

It crashed heavily into the crowd, knocking over a large number of people!

This is just the beginning.

Lin Bei's figure moved through the crowd like a ghost.

There are no superfluous movements, no fancy moves, only the purest and coldest aesthetics of violence.

The eighteen Tai Chi techniques of "sticking to clothes" neutralized all attacks and even led them to kill each other.

Once Lin Bei makes a move, it will be the top elbow strike, iron mountain lean, and fierce tiger climbing the mountain from Bajiquan!

"Snap!"

"Ah—my hand!!"

"Help... Monster, he's a monster!!"

Screams and the sound of bones breaking were intertwined.

It's practically a one-sided, overwhelming attack.

Inside the bus, all the members of Xiangbei pressed themselves tightly against the windows.

Looking at the chilling scene outside, I couldn't even breathe.

This was the first time they had truly witnessed Lin Bei's fighting prowess off the court.

"Gulp..."

Miyagi swallowed hard.

"Who... is this guy...?"

Sakuragi Hanamichi was completely dumbfounded.

He claimed he had never lost a fight.

But at this moment, looking at Lin Bei's frenzied killing spree...

He suddenly realized that the few times Lin Bei usually beat him were like a loving father's care.

Tick, tick.

Two minutes and fifty-eight seconds.

"thump."

As the last leader, wielding a machete, rolled his eyes and collapsed at Lin Bei's feet, the middle of the road fell completely silent.

More than thirty core members of the extreme sect were wiped out.

The other thugs were terrified by the bloody and brutal scene. They dropped their weapons and fled into the woods, crying and screaming.

Lin Bei stood amidst the haphazardly lying bodies.

His breathing was steady, and he didn't break a sweat.

He took out a clean white handkerchief and slowly wiped the bloodstains splattered on the back of his hand.

He casually tossed the handkerchief onto the thugs who were wailing on the ground.

"drive."