Scumbag God, I can see the entry of desire.

Facing Chu Yiren's extremely shocked eyes, Lin Lang shrugged and said, "Dear, why are you looking at me like that?"

"I have already shown mercy!"

"I only used 30% of my strength. Who knew that your big bodyguard would be so weak that he could not resist a blow. His sandbag-sized fist would be hit by me and cause soft tissue contusion and finger fracture."

"If I use all my strength, I'm afraid his right hand will be shattered and disabled."

"Uh……"

The big, stupid bodyguard gasped after hearing this, holding his right hand that was injured by Lin Lang, standing awkwardly on the ring, sweating profusely from the pain, thinking, "Shit! It looks like he's my love rival!"

"Oh..."

The Truman Group bodyguards in the audience were all shocked by Lin Lang's words. They looked at each other and began to whisper to each other.

"Oh my God!"

"Is the young lady's boyfriend just pretending to be cool, or is he really a martial arts expert?"

"He looks like a pretty boy, and doesn't look like he can fight well, does he?!"

"Yes!"

"Just now, the young lady threw him down and almost broke his bones. He had no power to fight back. He doesn't look like a martial artist at all!!"

"Could it be that the big fool is seriously lacking in calcium and has osteoporosis, so he couldn't take the punch from the young lady's boyfriend?"

"Get out of here!"

"A silly guy can eat ten chicken legs in one meal. It's obvious that he's overnourished. How could he be calcium deficient and have osteoporosis?"

"Uh……"

"So, the young lady's boyfriend is really a martial arts expert?!"

"He only used one move. I'm not sure if he's a master of fighting or just a master of showing off!"

"That's right!"

"Let's see who is the mule and who is the horse. Whoever goes up next will fight with the young lady's boyfriend and we'll know if he is bluffing or not!"

"Who's going?"

"Go ahead!"

"No, no, no, you go!"

"I need to go to the bathroom urgently, you guys go first!"

"You lazy bastard, you pee a lot. Are you scared or are you really going to pee?"

"Of course I was scared...ah~ No! Of course I really had to pee! No, I couldn't help it and had to go to the bathroom first..."

"Uh..." The bodyguards of the Truman Group exchanged glances. None of them was stupid, but no one dared to go on stage to fight Lin Lang.

One reason was that Lin Lang had just established his authority with a single punch, injuring the big, stupid bodyguard's right hand with a head-on punch, and it seemed that he possessed such terrifying strength.

The second reason is that Lin Lang is the boyfriend of Chu Yiren, the chairman of the Truman Group. Whether he injures Lin Lang or defeats Lin Lang and makes the big boss's boyfriend lose face, it seems that he is asking for trouble.

Chu Yiren on the stage was shocked and said, "A Lang, are you just bragging, or do you really have hidden kung fu skills?!"

Lin Lang replied in a catchphrase: "I am not very talented, I just know a little bit about comprehensive street fighting, no matter what martial arts there are, I know a little bit, just a little bit!"

Chu Yiren sneered after hearing this: "A Lang, are you kidding me?"

Lin Lang replied seriously: "No! I really know a little bit about the Kung Fu of various major sects. I'm not kidding you!"

Chu Yiren asked, "You're not kidding, are you? Do you know the Beggars' Sect's unique martial art, the Eighteen Dragon Subduing Palms?"

Lin Lang laughed awkwardly: "Uh... I don't think so~"

Chu Yiren smiled and said, "Do you know the Yi Jin Jing from Shaolin Temple?"

Lin Lang said weakly: "This...it seems that I don't know how to do it either~"

Chu Yiren continued to ask: "Do you know the Nine Yin Manual and Double-handed Combat of the Ancient Tomb Sect?"

Lin Lang wiped the cold sweat off his forehead and said sadly: "No!"

"Sister Yiren, what you are asking about are all fictional martial arts in novels. How could I possibly master them?"

Chu Yiren teased with a sly smile, "You were the one who was showing off just now, saying that you know a little bit about the Kung Fu of all the major sects. Now that I ask you, you don't know how to do it. Are you blaming me?"

"Uh...Okay, Sister Yiren, I won't act cool in front of you next time, okay?"

As Lin Lang spoke, he reached out to hug Chu Yiren's waist, but Chu Yiren suddenly used a diving and chest throw to throw Lin Lang to the ground. He fell to the ground with a bitter face and complained: "Honey, you have another trick?"

"How many fighting styles do you have?"

"My whole body aches now. You almost made me lose my soul!"

Chu Yiren looked at Lin Lang with a puzzled look on her face, and asked incomprehensibly: "Since you are a fighting master, why don't you defend? Or counterattack? Why do you get knocked down so easily by me every time?"

Lin Lang suddenly used an own goal to choke the post, stood up handsomely, and replied lovingly: "It hurts my heart when I hit you, how can I bear to defend and counterattack?"

"You like to throw me down, so I'll do it for you!"

"As long as you are happy, Sister Yiren, I will be happy even if you make me look like a fool, hehe..."

After hearing this, Chu Yiren looked at Lin Lang with affectionate eyes, and seemed to have calmed down a lot. She replied: "Hey, Alang, you are not only sweet-mouthed, but you can also do the trick of the Oolong Pillar Twist. It seems that you have really practiced it~"

Lin Lang shook his hair exaggeratedly, looked at the bodyguards of the Truman Group below the stage, and said provocatively: "I will beat ten of them!"

"Oh..."

After hearing this, the bodyguards from the Truman Group in the audience couldn't help but exclaim, and the scene was immediately in an uproar.

"What can a man endure, what can he not endure?"

"Miss, your boyfriend really looks down on our Truman Group's bodyguards!"

"Yes!"

"Your Highness actually wants to beat up ten of them. Isn't he afraid that the wind will blow his tongue away?"

"I refuse to accept the decision and volunteer to fight!"

"I don't accept it either!"

"I me me!"

"And I!"

"Count me in!"

"We don't believe that ten bodyguards from the Truman Group can't beat the young lady's boyfriend in a group fight. If they don't fight back, it will be a disgrace to the Truman Group!"

"Miss, just say the word and we will go out as a team!"

The bodyguards of the Truman Group below the ring were all staring at Lin Lang on the stage with eager eyes, rubbing their hands, eager to try, and all of them put on a fierce look. They looked outnumbered and powerful, and were still very intimidating.

Chu Yiren was worried for Lin Lang after hearing this. She frowned and asked, "Ah Lang, you are not serious, are you?"

Lin Lang unbuttoned his suit and replied, "What's wrong? Sister Yiren, are you afraid that I will beat up all the bodyguards of your Truman Group and send them to the orthopedic department?!"

"Tsk..." The bodyguards of the Truman Group booed in the audience.

Chu Yiren smiled lightly and said, "Alang, you should know when to show off. If you show off in the fighting arena, you can beat ten people, but you have to show your strength. Don't let yourself get beaten to tears by the group. I will have to comfort you!"

Lin Lang put his suit jacket on the ropes at the side of the ring, raised his eyebrows and said calmly: "Dear, do you have any fighting protective gear to wear?"

Chu Yiren couldn't help laughing after hearing this and said, "What's the matter? Now you're scared and want to wear combat gear, right?"

Lin Lang shook his hair exaggeratedly and replied proudly: "My dear, I'm afraid you misunderstood!"

"I am kindly reminding you that when you, the bodyguards of the Truman Group, fight with me, you'd better wear combat protective gear. Otherwise, if I accidentally hurt them, I will feel guilty!"

"Tsk..." The audience booed again. The bodyguards of the Truman Group were a little embarrassed and started shouting.

"Miss, we can't stand it any longer!"

"Your Highness is so shameless that he even made fun of us for wearing protective gear when ten of us beat him alone. This is simply an insult to the strength of our Truman Group bodyguards."

"Yes!"

"Miss, please don't hesitate any longer. We can help your boyfriend change his habit of bragging in a matter of minutes."

"That's right!"

"We, the bodyguards of the Truman Group, are not idle. If we fight one against one, maybe the young lady's boyfriend still has a chance of winning. But if ten of us fight against one and he gives in, wouldn't it become a joke if it gets out?"

"Try not to make a fuss if you can get started, just do it!"

"Yeah!"

"Miss, please give us a chance. We can't wait to form a team and go out to fight!"

Chu Yiren looked at Lin Lang with some embarrassment after hearing this, and asked again with a serious face: "A Lang, I'm not kidding you now, are you really going to beat ten people, or are you joking?"

Lin Lang's feet swung in a pendulum step, and he circled around Chu Yiren with Li Xiaolong's butterfly steps, and replied: "Of course I really want to fight ten of them. Look at my silky little steps, don't they have the flavor of Li Xiaolong?"

Chu Yiren could tell from Lin Lang's movements that he had a solid foundation in martial arts, but she still reminded him, "Ah Lang, your hands are the hands of a pianist. If you get injured in a fight, it will be difficult for your fingers to regain their flexibility when you want to play the piano again after you recover!"

After hearing this, Lin Lang raised his eyebrows and said, "Dear, I know you love me and don't want me to get hurt! Hehe..."

"Tsk... Stop smiling at me. I'm still angry!"

"Since you insist on showing off and beating up ten guys, then I'll oblige you. Have ten Truman Group bodyguards come up on stage and use their fists and feet to massage my boyfriend. Just stop when it's enough~" Chu Yiren said with a sly smile on her face.

"YES!"

"Wuhu~"

"yeah……"

Ten sturdy bodyguards from the Truman Group rushed onto the ring, all of them rubbing their hands together, with excited expressions on their faces as if they were ready to bully the weak ones. Some were shaking their necks, some were snapping their fingers, and some were clenching their fists so hard that they made a crackling sound.

I have to say, the ten tall and strong Truman Group bodyguards all put on fierce expressions, which looked very oppressive and intimidating.

"Hum..."

10V1, the bodyguards of the Truman Group on the ring, relying on their numbers, all looked at Lin Lang with contempt, as if they had Lin Lang in their grasp.

Lin Lang, who was outnumbered, stood opposite ten bodyguards from the Truman Group, feeling that he was outnumbered.

The bodyguards of the Truman Group put on fighting gloves, all assumed fighting stances, and prepared to rush forward and bully the weak Lin Lang.

Chu Yiren looked at Lin Lang with a smirk on her face, and couldn't help but said with a smile: "A Lang, it's not too late for you to admit your defeat now, so let's not be so stubborn, okay?"

While putting on his fighting gloves, Lin Lang replied fearlessly: "I am invincible, do whatever you want!"

The ten Truman Group bodyguards on the stage all became excited after hearing this. They were afraid that Lin Lang would give in and mistakenly thought that he was trying to save face and suffer in vain, not knowing that they themselves were the vulnerable group.

"Hey……"

"Alang, you are still stubborn even though you are dead. If you get beaten up and cry, I won't try to comfort you! I will go down and give you the battlefield. You can only wish you good luck!"

As soon as Chu Yiren stepped off the stage, the ten bodyguards of the Truman Group were eager to fight, and they took up their positions and were about to start a fight, but Lin Lang shouted, "Wait a minute!"

"Are you afraid, Your Majesty?" Everyone laughed.

Chu Yiren, who was standing in the audience, couldn't help but laugh and said, "What's wrong, Alang? When it comes to one against ten, you're going to give in and not want to fight, right?"