Chapter 46: Lyon, Unyielding in the Face of Power
Captain Lu slapped his forehead. “Almost forgot!” Then he stepped aside and pulled out a suitcase, along with a pot of beautifully blooming lilies.
Captain Lu and the security guards present all knew exactly what was inside that suitcase—anything from dog feces to bombs, truly a bizarre assortment. With Lyon holding that suitcase, you’d never guess whether he’d pull out a banana or dog droppings next; his specialty was pure unpredictability.
Because they knew what was inside, Captain Lu hesitated about whether to open it in front of Lin Bei. But before he could say anything, Lin Bei gave a subtle signal to his bodyguard Feng Yuxiu, who immediately stepped forward, grabbed the sides of the suitcase, and pried open the locked case.
The contents spilled onto the floor at once: folding stools, machetes common among gangsters, handguns, sandwiches, watermelons, and grenades—items that should never be stored together. Most absurdly, there was even a chainsaw stuffed inside.
Perfect. This was so Lyon.
Lin Bei had imagined Lyon might be eccentric, but never this wildly unpredictable; in that regard, he was arguably peerless in the world.
As the contents tumbled out, the security guards, led by Captain Lu, watched Feng Shu’s reaction with bated breath. The suitcase held grenades and pistols—if the police found these, they’d be headed straight to jail.
Though they were glad to see Lyon locked up, who knew if they’d be implicated as accomplices?
What surprised Captain Lu and the others was that Feng Shu merely glanced at the scattered items, then averted his eyes as if he hadn’t noticed anything.
This reaction gave them a brief sense of relief.
Lin Bei looked at the scattered items and twitched the corner of his mouth before asking Lyon, “How did you get your hands on these things?”
Lyon curled his lip disdainfully, the expression itself enough to provoke anger.
Lin Bei knew Lyon’s mind wasn’t quite right, so he didn’t get mad. Instead, he instructed Feng Yuxiu to place twenty thousand yuan in cash in front of Lyon.
“Let’s make a deal. Take care of those two ghostly creatures, and this money is your fee.”
At the mention of money, Lyon’s eyes immediately lit up.
Though his thought process was unusual, his desire for money was no different from anyone else; after all, without funds, he couldn’t equip all his ghost-hunting tools.
Captain Lu and the others looked on enviously. They earned only a few thousand a month, and twenty thousand was roughly equivalent to a quarter’s salary—naturally, their envy was palpable.
Just as they considered whether they could compete for that reward, Lyon snatched up the cash and stuffed it into his pocket.
Then he stepped out of the dog cage, stood upright, stretched lazily, and looked toward Lin Bei.
“Hey, it’s not because of your measly money that I’m coming out. Us of the same ilk always take it upon ourselves to subdue demons and evil spirits. We can’t just let two malevolent ghosts run rampant. Consider the twenty thousand yuan a donation—I’ll help you donate it later!”
Those present couldn’t help but roll their eyes; no one believed a word Lyon said.
Well, not everyone. Standing aside was A Qun, dressed like Mathilda, eyes sparkling as if gazing upon an idol.
Only someone not quite sane would idolize a lunatic like Lyon—otherwise, they wouldn’t hurl televisions and refrigerators downstairs after a breakup.
This was the real world, not a movie or drama; falling objects from height could really kill.
Lin Bei didn’t care whether Lyon truly planned to donate the money. As long as money could motivate him, the rest would be easier.
Even a mad expert was still an expert.
Just as Lin Bei was about to speak, a sudden gust of wind slammed the lounge door shut with a bang.
Lyon’s usually unserious face hardened. “They’re here!”
Lin Bei glanced at Feng Shu, who showed no reaction, as if entirely unconcerned whether the two fierce ghosts appeared.
Frowning, Lin Bei quietly asked, “Feng Shu, shouldn’t we prepare?”
Feng Shu shook his head, gave Lyon a meaningful look, and said, “Just watch him perform.”
No sooner had he spoken than Lyon grabbed an axe from the floor and thrust it into Lin Bei’s hand.
“For that twenty grand, don’t say I didn’t warn you. If those two ghosts possess anyone here, charge in and hack them to bits!”
Lin Bei raised an eyebrow. “What if they possess me?”
Lyon said nothing. Instead, he picked up the chainsaw, pulled the starter cord, and the saw roared to life with a menacing buzz—his message was clear.
Lin Bei twitched the corner of his mouth and suddenly said, “Maybe you should stay in the dog cage instead!”
He believed Lyon had real skills and could handle those two ghosts—it was just the process that might be a bit taxing.
Lyon ignored Lin Bei’s remark, holding the chainsaw in one hand and cradling his pot of lilies in the other, a sinister grin curling his lips.
The oppressive atmosphere in the lounge was becoming unbearable for some.
The first to lose patience was old Li, who tossed his hat to the floor and cursed, “Damn it, I must be crazy to have stuck around playing with a lunatic this long. Where the hell are all these ghosts coming from? You can keep going crazy with him—I’m out!”
He turned to leave, hand on the door handle, when Lin Bei’s voice rang out.
“Seize him!”
No sooner had he spoken than Feng Yuxiu sprang into action. The guards barely noticed a shadow flash past, then old Li was seized, his right hand twisted behind his back and pinned to the floor, his screams piercing the air.
“Damn you! Just because you have money, you think you can have your bodyguards beat people up? I’m going to sue you! I’ll expose your true face!”
Lin Bei, now wearing sunglasses, said nothing. Raising the axe, he swung at old Li.
The guards and A Qun couldn’t help but scream and shut their eyes, fearing the gruesome sight of old Li’s head being chopped off.
But the sound that followed was not old Li’s voice—it was a piercing, chilling roar full of terror.
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