Seeing the owner of the Magic Boar Bar walk out, Lin Yu remained utterly composed.

Admittedly, "The Butcher" was a prominent figure in Gray Three Streets, seemingly possessing a lengthy gang history and a reputation built from early years of fighting and struggle.

However, Lin Yu still had no real need to treat the other party with excessive regard.

Lin Yu looked at the man, adjusting his hat while seated in his chair. "Oh, The Butcher, is it... I've heard of you."

"But why do you think you have any face to save with me?"

By now, quite a crowd had gathered at the entrance of the Magic Boar Bar. The moment Lin Yu's words came out, The Butcher's composure visibly cracked.

But he still maintained the dignity and bearing befitting a veteran "Gray Three Streets big shot."

"Hahahaha, 'Detective,' you certainly have a way with jokes."

He pulled over a chair and sat down at the entrance, facing Lin Yu across the length of the bar.

"I know you have deep connections with many nobles and considerable connections within the Inner City. I also know you excel at investigating and solving cases, and have recently displayed remarkable combat prowess..."

"However, 'Detective,' this is, after all, 'Gray Three Streets.' Gray Three Streets has its own rules. Even nobles who come here must show us local powers a certain degree of face and courtesy..."

The Butcher's tone then shifted. "Whether you actually killed those three middlemen is still debatable, but do you truly intend to turn against us on our own turf?"

His voice carried a hint of threat.

Seeing the other's serious expression, Lin Yu directly laughed.

"Bundling yourself together with the entire Gray Three Streets, trying to make me stand against the whole of Gray Three Streets?"

"Not a bad piece of rhetoric," Lin Yu glanced at the increasing number of Gray Three Streets members gathering outside, then spoke mockingly, "But, is it possible that I'm not particularly concerned even if you bundle the entire Gray Three Streets together?"

Lin Yu's words caused The Butcher's expression to change slightly.

Because the person before him not only saw through his intentions but, even after understanding what he was trying to do, chose to continue mocking him.

In other words... the "reliance" and "influence" he saw as his assets might not be anything particularly praiseworthy in the other's eyes.

Sure enough, Lin Yu's next words directly expanded the attack to include everyone present.

"How amusing, 'your turf'... what, after living here for a few days, you think this patch of ground beneath your feet bears your surname?"

"Do you hold the land deed in your own hands? Planning to stop paying taxes to the noble lords? Preparing to build a new city, a city within a city, here yourselves?"

"You really think when noble lords come to your shabby street and are polite to you, it's because they fear your influence? That's purely because they have breeding and education. They definitely have patience with the dogs they raise themselves, right? You don't go around kicking your own dogs for no reason, do you?"

"Next time, try baring your teeth at a noble, see if you get a boot to the gut... Wake up, everyone. The real nobles with actual power in the Inner City, the everyday outfits they wear could buy your worthless lives—and buy them three times over."

As he spoke, Lin Yu leaned back slightly, placing his hands on his knees.

He looked around, seeing the anger surfacing on the faces of those surrounding him, and smiled.

It had to be said, Fu Luo's way of speaking was somewhat addictive—recklessly provoking, humorously and sharply exposing people's shortcomings. It really offered a unique kind of stress relief.

The Butcher's lips trembled with rage, and he clenched his fists as he stood up.

"Furbollo, you bastard! I originally intended to speak with you properly, to clarify what grievances you had with those three and where Black Snake has gone..."

"Now it seems... it's purely because you are a bloodthirsty, evil, and cruel fiend!"

As The Butcher spoke, many of the mercenaries and gangsters gathered outside also grew indignant.

"Just kill him outright, avenge Poison Needle!"

"Damn it, this grandson is too arrogant! Let him witness the might of our Gray Three Streets!"

"Get him! Get him!"

"Killing him is too cheap! Gotta catch him and torture him for a couple of days first!"

The gangsters shouted.

Lin Yu looked at them and spoke mockingly again.

"Oh my, 'bloodthirsty, evil, and cruel'... I thought those were considered fine qualities here in Gray Three Streets?"

"And... usually, each of you seems to take pride in being anti-Council, anti-nobility, thinking you're the pure, uncorrupted stream in Sleepless City, not governed by nobles, not controlled by others, thinking everything the authorities say is bullshit, everything in the newspapers and news is a conspiracy to fool the masses... Now that the Sleepless City Public Security Bureau says I killed three middlemen, you actually believe it? Rushing to get revenge?"

"However, whether I killed them or not isn't important either—if any of you want to use 'revenge' as a pretense to fight me to the death, I don't mind either!"

As he spoke, Lin Yu drew two long blades, gleaming coldly and reeking thickly of blood, and slammed them down on the bar counter beside him.

"Come on, who wants to start?"

Lin Yu declared arrogantly. For a moment, actually no one in the crowd dared to step forward.

Even The Butcher's imposing manner couldn't help but weaken a bit.

From the beginning, Lin Yu's words had struck these people's sore spots—that's why they initially lost their composure and grew agitated.

But by the time he reached this point, they were already intimidated by Lin Yu's presence, beginning to hesitate about whether they should actually make a move.

However, the vast Gray Three Streets gathered all the crazies and desperadoes of Sleepless City, so naturally, there were indeed those who remained unmoved by Lin Yu.

Soon...

Several individuals who looked extremely dangerous stepped out from the crowd—their attire was similar to those around them, the common look of mercenaries and gangsters.

Leather jackets, long boots, tactical vests, dirt-resistant colors, metal accessories, tattoos...

But their aura was completely different from the guys around them.

A professional, stern, and silent temperament was apparent at a glance. If the surrounding people were lackeys, these should be... what could be called BOSS-level existences.

Seeing them appear, Lin Yu let out a long sigh.

"Hoo... the expected tough customers."

To play the role of Fu Luo well, one ultimately had to put in some necessary effort—like perfectly replicating the part of Fu Luo that easily offended people.

Of course, compared to Fu Luo's tendency to back down, Lin Yu had a better solution.

After all, while stirring up the waters among the Peerage Nobility and top powerholders in the Inner City...

These mercenary gangs in the Outer City, within Lin Yu's plan, also couldn't be allowed to remain peaceful and watch from the safety of the shore.

For the next few days within Sleepless City, no one would be able to stay aloof and untouched!

"Gentlemen, do you intend a fight to the death, or shall we stop at first blood?"

"Are you coming together, or one by one?"

He jumped down from the barstool, his long blades tracing a beautiful arc in his hands.

The answer to him was a flying chair!

"Looking for death!"

"Crash!"

Amidst the explosive shout and the sound of the wooden chair being cleaved apart, the scene instantly descended into chaos!