Making you a son-in-law is not about making you conquer the world.

Chapter 283 Beating the Evil Slave

When Wang Ba was kicked down by Lin Ping, the two servants panicked. They stared at each other for a long time, their faces full of astonishment.

Wang Ba is a local tyrant in the area, and even some high-ranking officials have to give him some face. But you, Lin Ping, are different. You attacked right away—no, you should say you kicked him, and you specifically targeted his vulnerable spots.

If one of them were to be kicked and smashed.

Wang Ba will become a lone hero, ruining the rest of his life, and Lin Ping won't be able to leave this restaurant alive either.

The two men had to reconsider Lin Ping's identity. This guy was either a madman or a nobleman, but judging from his attire, he was probably insane...

"What are you waiting for? Kill him now!" Wang Ba, lying on the ground, covered his groin with both hands, afraid that some parts of his body would be kicked to pieces. He didn't dare to take off his pants to check the situation. In short, he could only choose between his face and his testicles.

The two servants exchanged a glance, then nodded, finally mustering the courage to make their move.

"One against two?" Lin Ping stuck out his tongue. Although the two looked weak, he wasn't confident of victory. He couldn't possibly be easily defeated by two servants so soon after arriving in Yingtian Prefecture.

If word gets out, where will Lin Ping put his face?

So, Lin Ping picked up a tall stool from the side and smashed it hard on one of the people's shoulders with lightning speed.

What is the biggest difference between humans and animals? Humans use tools, while animals do not.

This isn't because Lin Ping is despicable; it's purely to reveal the essence of human evolution.

Ancient stools weren't made of plywood or plastic; they were solid wood, specifically hard jujube wood. With this blow, the servant obediently fell to the ground, howling in pain.

Everyone was stunned. They all looked at Lin Ping with admiration, muttering: Shameless...

These two servants were already weak, so it wasn't unusual for them to take down one of them with a single blow. However, since the other party was, after all, a servant of the Wang family, and based on the principle of "even when beating a dog, one should consider its master," no one usually dared to lay a hand on them; they were simply left to be beaten.

What? You have to consider the owner before beating a dog? Lin Ping was unhappy. I dare to beat its owner, let alone two little teddy bears.

"Come on!" Lin Ping beckoned to another servant, shamelessly putting on a smiling face.

By relying on the sliding friction of the soles of his shoes, the man overcame inertia and immediately stopped two meters away from Lin Ping.

Looking at Lin Ping in a panic, she pleaded, "Could you please not slap me in the face?"

Servants aren't exactly known for their fighting skills; they rely entirely on bullying the weak and fearing the strong. Now that Lin Ping is tougher than steel, how could he not submit?

"Let's see how you do it!" Lin Ping kicked the other man in the stomach.

The servant took a few steps back, and seeing the high stool that Lin Pingsheng was about to drop, he hurriedly fell to the ground. He wasn't faking it; he was genuinely frightened.

After dealing with the two servants, Lin Ping approached Wang Ba again, stepped on his chest, and said coldly, "Young Master Wang Ba, your shell isn't very tough, is it? Please, in the future, when you try to bully the weak, think twice about how much you're capable of."

Being trampled underfoot is an immense insult, especially since Lin Ping has a habit of spitting thick phlegm.

Wang Ba's face was ashen, and he writhed like a worm, but he couldn't break free from Lin Ping's thick thigh.

"You brat, you're going to die a horrible death," Wang Ba said through gritted teeth.

He, who was originally living a life of glory, never dreamed that things would develop to this point. As the young master of a wealthy family, he couldn't even handle a mere Lin Ping. How could he possibly host banquets for important officials of the imperial court?

The audience cheered inwardly, pleased that Lin Ping had vented their anger, but dared not shout it out loud, since Lin Ping had only subdued Wang Ba and had not yet shaken the foundation of the Wang family.

It's likely that this matter will spread within the time it takes for an incense stick to burn. At that time, dozens of servants from the Prince's mansion will swarm him, and even the high stool in Lin Ping's hand won't be able to save him from his face.

After all, they had received Lin Ping's kindness, so they couldn't help but worry for him. Some well-meaning people even whispered in his ear, telling him to leave as soon as possible and go as far away as possible.

The real show has only just begun; how could Lin Ping leave?

"Young Master Wang Ba, aren't you going to kowtow and admit your mistake?" Lin Ping said coldly, instantly increasing the force of his kick.

Wang Ba suddenly felt a tightness in his chest and coughed incessantly. He looked utterly disheveled and no longer resembled a wealthy young master.

"Outrageous! Outrageous!" Wang Baqi trembled all over, his mouth full of white foam. He felt utterly humiliated and wished he could tuck his tail between Lin Ping's toes.

Perhaps Lin Ping had indeed gone too far. A soldier standing next to the poker-faced man slowly walked over and said coldly, "You brat, committing violence in broad daylight, do you have a death wish?"

The soldiers' scimitars were already drawn, pointed directly at Lin Ping's chest.

Poker Face had come with Wang Ba, and he felt ashamed that the other party had been so insulted.

"Sir, arrest him and send him to prison!" Wang Ba cried out as if he had grasped at a straw.

Although my two servants are a bit mediocre, they are both very capable fighters and have knives. I reckon you won't be able to escape.

"Captain? Are you the yamen runners who patrol the streets?" Lin Ping asked sarcastically.

Yingtian Prefecture was the capital city, so there were naturally many strong yamen runners on the streets, who were specifically responsible for managing the security of Yingtian Prefecture. However, Lin Ping did not think that these two were strong yamen runners, but rather poker-faced guards.

The man remained silent, meaning: I'm just a lowly officer, it's easy for me to arrest you, just surrender obediently to avoid suffering more physical pain.

"If that's the case, why didn't you stop Wang Ba when he was bullying the people, or stop those two vicious dogs when they tried to bite people? Why did you have to step in now?" Lin Ping said sternly.

This left not only the onlookers dumbfounded, but even the head constable himself was stunned. He looked at Lin Ping with pity for his stupidity, thinking to himself: Is this guy an idiot? Doesn't he understand the implications of this?

Since ancient times, the common people have never fought with the officials. Even if you, Lin Ping, are in the right, you shouldn't show them no respect at all. Arresting a troublemaker like you is just a matter of minutes. You might even lose your head.

Lin Ping acted so boldly because he anticipated that Poker Face would encounter an unexpected situation.

Moreover, Lord Ping really didn't take this kind of captain seriously; he hadn't even taken the governor seriously back then.

Alas... times have changed. You, Lin Ping, no longer have the protection of the City Lord's Mansion.

"You brat, you're asking for death!" The constable gritted his teeth in anger, raising his curved sword high, ready to slash at Lin Ping.

All eyes were fixed on the scimitar, and everyone was terrified, breaking out in a cold sweat, extremely worried for Lin Ping.

"Three, two, one, fall!" Lin Ping silently counted down the numbers in his mind, his eyes fixed on the poker face.

Sure enough, the other person cooperated by falling to the ground, clutching their chest with both hands, their face as white as paper.