After the Paranoid Female Lead Lost Her Memory, She Insisted on Pursuing This Cannon Fodder - Chapter 34

The words were spoken with unwavering conviction, backed by a dozen menacing young men and countless onlookers below, creating an oppressive atmosphere.

The two Young Masters who had initially retreated now seemed to have found their backbone, their postures straightening considerably.

“Exactly! Miss Lin, it’s not that we don’t respect you, but this girl doesn’t know her place. She’s offended us and needs to stay and learn some manners.”

“Yeah, how can you be so clueless? We were just trying to show you a good time, and you’re siding with outsiders? What a fool!”

“Zhaoyue, let’s not make a scene. It’s getting annoying. Just come with us, and I’ll treat you to late-night snacks after we grab a drink.”

Lin Zhaoyue: “……”

Wait, what happened to Mandarin? Why did they suddenly switch back?

She glanced around at the rowdy young men surrounding her. Despite their numbers, they looked more like show than substance, probably all bark and no bite.

As for the three blustering “Young Masters” before her, Lin Zhaoyue couldn’t help but find the whole situation laughable.

This little display is supposed to intimidate me?

Lin Zhaoyue flexed her still-numb wrist, ignoring Shen Yuan’s worried gaze.

She slowly lifted her eyelids, her gaze sweeping over the three fools before her.

“Oh? So you think having more people makes you superior?”

The Young Masters: “Isn’t that obvious?”

Lin Zhaoyue let out a soft scoff.

“Fine, let’s play the numbers game, shall we?”

She extended a hand, her slender fingers pausing in the air before—

Snap!

A crisp, sharp finger snap echoed through the slightly hushed bar hall.

Almost the instant the snap rang out—

Crash!

The crowd downstairs, who had been watching the commotion, suddenly erupted into chaos!

Dozens of burly men, previously scattered throughout the bar like ordinary patrons, tore off their outer layers with a rip, revealing black suits and muscular physiques beneath.

They surged to their feet, surging toward the second floor like a tidal wave!

Simultaneously, the bar’s front and back doors were forced open!

Dozens more professional bodyguards, clad in identical black suits, sunglasses, and grim expressions, poured in like a well-drilled unit!

In the blink of an eye, the once-spacious bar hall was completely filled with these imposing, black-suited figures!

They swiftly secured all the exits, with one group standing guard downstairs while the other group charged up to the second floor with steady, rapid steps. In the blink of an eye, they had surrounded the dozen or so young thugs at the VIP room entrance.

The situation inside and outside the VIP room had instantly reversed.

The young thugs, who had been swaggering and blocking the VIP room like a dam, now found themselves trapped in the middle of dozens of professional bodyguards. These bodyguards exuded an overwhelming aura, their battle-hardened experience evident at a glance. The thugs’ faces turned deathly pale, their legs began to tremble, and they didn’t even dare to breathe loudly.

Their earlier arrogance had been completely extinguished.

Inside the VIP room, the expressions on the faces of the three “Young Masters” were even more colorful.

“Y-you… you…”

The leader of the thugs pointed a trembling finger at the bodyguards at the door, then turned to Lin Zhaoyue, his voice shaking.

“Your men… how did they…”

“Hey,” Lin Zhaoyue tilted her head, her smile sweet but her eyes icy. “What were you saying earlier? About numbers? Hmm?”

With that, she waved her hand.

“Beat them to within an inch of their lives.”

“Yes, Young Miss.”

Almost as soon as his voice faded, a series of dull thuds, the sharp crack of dislocated bones, and suppressed cries of pain and anguish erupted in unison.

An elbow strike cleared the airway, while a whip kick restored the heartbeat.

The dozen or so petty thugs who had been swaggering moments before now seemed like kindergarteners facing special forces soldiers. Offering little resistance, they were swiftly disarmed, their hands twisted behind their backs, and pinned to the ground, their whimpers sounding utterly feeble.

The entire operation was blindingly swift, lasting no more than fifteen seconds.

The private room fell silent, save for the thugs’ stifled groans of pain.

The three “Young Masters,” who had been so arrogant and self-assured just moments ago, watched their men being swept aside like autumn leaves. The color drained from their faces in an instant.

In the next moment, a bodyguard with chest muscles larger than their heads stood before each of them, a benign smile visible beneath their sunglasses.

“Oh dear! My dear sister! A misunderstanding! A terrible misunderstanding!” The Prince of the Capital Circle was the first to crack. “Look, isn’t this like the flood washing over the Dragon King’s temple? We were just drunk, joking around. You’re magnanimous, with a heart as vast as the ocean…”

“Yes, yes! Miss Lin, don’t be angry! We were wrong, truly wrong! It was all those little punks causing trouble and looking for a fight! It had nothing to do with me!”

“Zhaoyue! Sister Zhaoyue! Boss! We’re sorry! We were wrong earlier! Our eyes deceived us! We’re just ignorant kids! You’re a magnanimous person, please don’t hold it against us! Spare us this time!”

The three men spoke over each other, their faces shifting with astonishing speed from arrogance to groveling. Their sudden obsequiousness left Shen Yuan stunned, and she instinctively shrank further behind Lin Zhaoyue.

Yet in her eyes, a thoughtful glint had appeared.

Lin Zhaoyue listened to this familiar barrage of local dialect, her lips twitching.

The black-clad bodyguard, his expression impassive, stepped forward, bowed slightly, and silently inquired with his eyes:

Young Miss, should we continue… disciplining these three?

Lin Zhaoyue elegantly lifted her chin and nodded slightly.

The bodyguard understood. With a wave of his hand, the “physical education” resumed.

Crack! Bang! Oww! Hey! Not the face!

Wah! My LV jacket! It’s all wrinkled!

Boss! Boss, I was wrong! I really know I messed up!

Another brief but efficient round of “physical education” ensued.

The bodyguards didn’t go for lethal blows, but they made sure these pampered young masters experienced a thorough beating.

Three punches shattered their thug dreams, bodyguards, please spare me, it hurts so much.

The private room quickly fell silent again.

The three “Young Masters” were bruised and battered, their hair disheveled, and their designer clothes crumpled. Gone was their earlier arrogance as they knelt in perfect formation on the carpet before Lin Zhaoyue, not daring to lift their heads.

“Miss Lin! Great Aunt! Ancestor! We were wrong! Truly wrong! Please spare us this time!”

“A goddess descended to earth! A living bodhisattva! We were blind to your greatness! We’ll never dare to do this again! Please, have mercy on us!”

“Sister! Boss! We know we messed up! Give us one more chance! From now on, we’ll follow your every command! Whatever you say goes!”

The apologies and pleas for mercy rose and fell in waves, choked with sobs, sounding as pitiful as could be.

Downstairs, the crowd of onlookers who had witnessed the entire dramatic reversal held their breath, their eyes wide with disbelief, not wanting to miss a single detail.

“Oh my god, what’s happening?”

“Those guys got what they deserved. Good riddance.”

“Who’s that waitress they’re protecting? She’s eating like royalty!”

“Miss Lin is untouchable. Even her bodyguards are worth a fortune.”

In the next moment, a girl in the crowd suddenly gasped, her eyes widening in shock.