Comprehension Ability: Creating the Five Thunders Technique in Reality-Chapter 1180 - 593: An Ant Trying to Shake a Tree, Overestimating Oneself_2

"Ahhhhh——" The young man lay on the ground, struggling painfully to get up. He barely managed to support himself against the Audi, looking at Lin Beichen with terror, "You... who exactly are you?"

At this point, how could the young man not understand that the seemingly unremarkable guy in front of him was anything but ordinary?

Kicking him, a sturdy man who worked out regularly, away in an instant, sending him flying over ten meters—how could an ordinary person do such a thing?

Not to mention an ordinary person, even those mighty strongmen might not be able to kick someone weighing over 200 pounds that far, right? 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

Such a scenario probably wouldn't even be depicted in movies. Undoubtedly, he had truly provoked an unforgiving presence this time.

"Who am I? I am someone you cannot afford to offend." Lin Beichen glanced at the young man lightly, his gaze carrying a mix of indifference and disgust, as if looking at a cockroach brazenly intruding into his sight.

Saying this, Lin Beichen extended his hand and easily grabbed the young man's throat, lifting him up like a chick.

"Let me go... let me go... I'll give you whatever you want... money, women, houses... I can give you everything... as long as you let me go... I'll do my best to satisfy anything you want... let me go..."

The young man was in utter terror. Lin Beichen's overwhelming strength and the current difficulty of breathing completely shattered his already fragile psychological defenses.

"Ah——" The young man shivered again, and a sudden warmth came from his lower body—he was frightened to the point of wetting himself.

The pervasive urine smell in the air made Lin Beichen frown. He tossed the young man aside as if he were garbage and was about to say something when suddenly—there was a loud "boom," and the roar of a sports car engine suddenly sounded.

A Mercedes stopped steadily in front of everyone. Immediately afterward, a middle-aged man, full of flesh and pot-bellied, got out of the car.

The middle-aged man glanced around and immediately saw the young man lying on the ground like a dead dog. He hurriedly jogged over with heavy steps to the young man, not minding at all, and helped him up despite his urine-stained clothes: "Little brother, what happened to you? Who was it? Tell me quickly, who did this to you?"

"Big brother..." Seeing the person's face clearly, the young man could no longer hold it in and burst into tears on the middle-aged man's shoulder. With tears and snot all over his face, he looked like a massive child weighing over 200 pounds.

After crying and howling for over ten seconds, the young man pointed at Lin Beichen and shouted to the middle-aged man: "Big brother, it's this guy! This guy did it! He wants my life! I want him dead! I want him dead without a place for his corpse!"

"Rest assured." The middle-aged man patted the young man's back lightly, saying viciously, "Dare to hit my brother Zhao He's kin, no matter who this guy is, I'll make him pay..."

However, the middle-aged man's words got stuck in his throat and couldn't come out. Because when he turned his head up, he finally saw Lin Beichen's face clearly.

Lin... Lin Beichen?

Damn it! How could it be such a coincidence? How did my little brother happen to run into this calamity star?

It's over! Totally doomed!

Zhao He felt dizzy, his legs went soft, and fear surged like a flood breaking a dam, rushing straight to his head.

With a "slap," Zhao He didn't hesitate at all and directly knelt down in front of Lin Beichen. Then, in the shocked gaze of his little brother, he crawled to Lin Beichen's feet like a dog and cried out in fear: "Mr. Lin, it's my fault for pampering this beast too much, causing him to offend you. It's all my fault! All my fault!"

After saying this, he suddenly stood up, ran back to the car, opened the trunk, took out an iron rod, and walked towards the young man. Then, under the young man's horrified gaze, he smashed the rod hard onto the young man's shoulder.

With a "crack," the sound of bones breaking echoed. Just this strike was enough to break the young man's entire right arm.

"Ahhhhh——" The young man screamed in pain, his expression twisted and ferocious, his open mouth wide enough to fit a duck egg. It was evident how much pain he was enduring at this moment.

"Beast! Who told you to rely on your family background to do evil? Huh? Who told you to run into Mr. Lin? Huh? Speak!" With every word Zhao He spoke, his hand wielding the iron rod swung forcefully, causing the young man to scream continuously.

"Ahhh, big brother, big brother, I'm your own brother! Are you crazy?" The young man cried out in pain.

"Big brother, I admit my mistake! I admit my mistake, okay? Stop hitting me! If you continue, I'll die, ahhhhhh!" The young man shouted, cursed, and finally began to plead. However, no matter how he reacted, it couldn't stop Zhao He's actions.

Zhao He kept swinging the iron rod with all his might, showing no sign of mercy. Only when he knocked the young man unconscious did he finally stop.

Afterwards, Zhao He ran to Lin Beichen again, knelt down, and said: "Mr. Lin, that scoundrel has already received the punishment he deserved. I wonder if... I wonder if you could be kind enough to spare his life?"

"You should talk to the judge about that, not me." Lin Beichen said, no longer paying attention to Zhao He, and turned around, ready to get in the car and leave. Just then, his phone rang. Upon answering, he learned from Xia Luyao that Roger had escaped with the help of a group of mercenaries.

The higher-ups wanted him to be responsible for recapturing Roger, while Poisonous Snake and the others were tasked with investigating the situation related to Sakura Grass in South Africa.

Thus, just after starting the car, Lin Beichen had no choice but to turn it off and head back to inquire Xia Luyao face-to-face about some specific details.

...

Inside Pineapple Bay Airport, Lin Beichen, wearing a plaid shirt with a jacket over it, walked out rubbing his stomach. After scanning around, he headed to a vendor selling Oden across from him.

"Young man, what would you like to eat?" the vendor greeted enthusiastically.

"Just give me something random for now. It's my first time eating this, so I don't know what flavor suits me." Lin Beichen said.

Although this Oden seemed no different from skewered hotpot or spicy soup, who knew what it actually tasted like?

Not to mention things that appeared different, even the same things could taste different in different people's hands. Add in regional taste differences, and the disparity could be even greater.

Lin Beichen thought there was nothing wrong with his response, but the people around him didn't think so. Seeing his clothes worth less than a hundred yuan from a street stall and hearing his authentic Mandarin accent, they all thought he was a country bumpkin—a poor guy who couldn't afford tea eggs and mustard pickles, living off sweet potatoes each day.

"Hahaha, look! Another guy just swam over from the other side, trying Oden for the first time."

"I heard people over there can't even afford to eat, tightening their belts every day. They've probably never seen anything like this in their lives, right?"

"Do I even need to say? I bet once this guy tastes Oden, he'll be so moved that he'll cry on the spot, begging to move his household registration to our Pineapple Bay."

Cold stares, ridicule, disdain... these negative emotions rained down on Lin Beichen. Looking around, he found that among the dozen or so people nearby, hardly anyone gave him a good look.

Lin Beichen didn't know whether his bad luck today was due to not checking the calendar before going out and running into such a bunch of eccentrics or if most people here were like this.

Frowning, he was about to get angry but then suddenly thought—these people's behavior might be understandable after all.