Chapter 79 The Accident Was Strange

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“You silly girl, what do you know? We can’t trouble the young master,” Shen Limin immediately scolded Shen Youwei.

“Uncle Shen, you’re being too formal. Besides, a small fry like Feilong isn’t worth worrying about.”

Lin Yang, now the fifth grandmaster of Luocheng, had no reason to fear someone as insignificant as Feilong.

The four of them made their way toward the end of the alley, but by then, Feilong had already gathered his men, blocking their path. A glance revealed at least thirty men, each wielding either a machete or a club, their faces fierce and murderous.

“So many people?” Shen Youwei couldn’t help but feel afraid at the sight.

Shen Limin and Liu Julan had never encountered such a scene either.

“Young master, take Weiwei and run the other way. We’re old anyway; it doesn’t matter what happens to us,” Shen Limin said.

“Uncle Shen, don’t worry. Everything is fine,” Lin Yang reassured him, patting his shoulder from behind the wheelchair before stepping forward.

Feilong emerged from the crowd, brandishing a gleaming cleaver.

“You were pretty tough just now, kid. But in this old district, no one dares challenge me, Feilong. I’ve got more than thirty brothers here—enough to chop you into mincemeat,” Feilong boasted.

“Oh, I’m so scared,” Lin Yang replied with a relaxed smile, his expression utterly unconcerned.

“Kneel!” Feilong barked.

Lin Yang didn’t move an inch.

“Are you out of your mind? I said kneel and kowtow!” Feilong roared.

Lin Yang faced him with the same calm smile, further infuriating Feilong.

“You little bastard, don’t know what’s good for you,” Feilong sneered, waving his hand. “Get him! Hack him to death!”

At his command, the gangsters surged toward Lin Yang.

“Young master, run!” Shen Limin and Liu Julan shouted in alarm.

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Lin Yang charged straight into the fray, his movements swift and ruthless. He switched seamlessly between grappling and striking techniques, and anyone caught by him had their joints crushed.

The alley was soon filled with screams of agony.

Seeing his men fall one after another, Feilong’s expression finally changed. He began to back away, shouting, “Go on! All of you, get up there! We’re thirty men—can’t you kill just one? Useless lot!”

But in less than five minutes, all thirty of Feilong’s thugs lay groaning and writhing on the ground, weapons scattered.

Shen Limin and Liu Julan were stunned. They had watched Lin Yang grow up and knew he’d never possessed such skills before.

“In just two years, the young master has learned such formidable abilities?” Shen Limin murmured in shock.

“Dad, I told you, Lin Yang is amazing now,” Shen Youwei said admiringly.

Now only Feilong remained, his hand trembling uncontrollably with the cleaver.

“Who… who are you?” Feilong stammered, sweat pouring down his face, his bravado replaced by terror.

Lin Yang stepped toward him, making Feilong stumble backward in panic.

“Stay away!” Feilong dropped his knife and drew a pistol from his waistband, pointing it at Lin Yang. “Come any closer and I’ll shoot you!”

“Young master, be careful!”

“Lin Yang, he has a gun—get out of the way!” Shen Youwei cried out in fear. To them, no matter how skilled someone was, they couldn’t be faster than a bullet.

Lin Yang only sneered and kept walking toward Feilong.

“Are you looking to die?” Feilong, driven to desperation, pulled the trigger.

The gunshot rang out, startling Shen Youwei and her family.

A moment later, Feilong let out a scream—Lin Yang was already upon him, crushing his wrist until the gun fell to the ground.

“I belong to Wei Dagang—Master Wei! If you hurt me, he’ll never let you go!” Feilong tried to intimidate Lin Yang with his connections.

“So you’re another one of Wei Dagang’s lackeys? Then you deserve this. I’ll send you to keep him company!” Lin Yang replied, shattering Feilong’s collarbone with a grip, then swiftly kicking both his knees until they broke. Feilong howled in agony, his obese body collapsing and rolling on the ground like a ball.

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Once Feilong was taken care of, Lin Yang returned to push Shen Limin’s wheelchair.

“Uncle Shen, Aunt Liu, it’s over. Let’s go.”

As the Shen couple passed Feilong’s writhing form, everything felt dreamlike. This gang ruled the old city district like tyrants, bullying the weak and committing crimes with impunity—no one dared cross them. Yet Lin Yang had swept them aside effortlessly, as if it were nothing.

If they hadn’t witnessed it themselves, Shen Limin would never have believed it.

It wasn’t until they were seated in the car that Shen Limin and Liu Julan gradually regained their senses.

“Young master, after two years, I hardly recognize you,” Shen Limin said.

Lin Yang smiled. “These past two years have changed my life completely.”

He drove them back to Imperial Mansion. Seeing the familiar surroundings, Shen Limin and Liu Julan couldn’t help but weep once again.

“Young master, I’m so sorry. It was my fault back then. If only I’d been driving more carefully, maybe the accident wouldn’t have happened. Then both Mr. Lin and Madam wouldn’t have died.”

“Uncle Shen, it was an accident. Life is unpredictable—how can you blame yourself?” Lin Yang replied gently.

Shen Limin had always been an experienced driver, and it wasn’t as if he’d caused the crash; another car had hit them.

Lin Yang had seen the footage at the City Guard Bureau—everything happened so fast, and Shen Limin truly bore no responsibility.

“Young master, you don’t know this, but I’ve thought about it constantly these past two years. I suspect that crash wasn’t just an accident—it might have been deliberate,” Shen Limin said.

Lin Yang was startled. He too had harbored doubts.

But the City Guard Bureau had closed the case as an accident, and both he and Qin Monong had reviewed the footage. Technical analysis confirmed it was a traffic accident.

During the two years Qin Monong kept him imprisoned, Lin Yang had often suspected she might be the mastermind behind his parents’ deaths. After all, with his parents gone, she appeared to benefit the most. And given her methods, she was certainly capable of such a thing.

But with no evidence, Lin Yang hadn’t pursued the suspicion.

“Uncle Shen, why do you think it wasn’t an accident? The case was closed as accidental, and the driver at fault died on the spot.”

“That day, though the crash happened suddenly, with my driving skills I should have had time to react. But just then, I suddenly felt dizzy, my vision went black, and as the car hit us, I found my hands powerless when I tried to steer away.”

“That’s why the car was hit so badly. The more I think about it, the more something feels wrong.”