Listening to the group still chattering, Rin leaned on the iron rod and sighed heavily, his exasperation almost overflowing. How could these bastards be even more troublesome than Cursed Spirits?
In the eyes of these thugs (they couldn't see Cursed Spirits), he had only smashed the heads of two of their comrades. Was that really enough to scare them so badly?
He even complained inwardly, "I'm just one person. If you dozens of people swarmed me, you might even be able to kill me. So come on!"
Rin tightened his grip on the iron rod, his fingertips white from the effort.
He really wanted to rush forward, break all these people's legs, and then shove the iron rod violently into the Yellow-Haired Man's mouth, so he couldn't utter another word of nonsense.
But he couldn't. If he did that, the momentum that had just been stirred up would instantly dissipate, and then he would fall back into a cat-and-mouse stalemate, wasting even more time.
He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressed the irritation in his heart, rolled his eyes dramatically at the thugs, and then provocatively beckoned them over.
The gesture was so blunt that even the girl squatting in the corner understood:'Stop talking nonsense, come and fight me.'
Seeing that Rin had no intention of letting them go, the Yellow-Haired Man stopped pretending. He knew that the longer they dragged it out, the weaker everyone's morale would become.
So he yelled at the top of his lungs, "Brothers, kill him!"
Before his words even finished, he led the charge towards Rin. The others, seeing their boss charge, felt a surge of adrenaline rush to their heads and followed, roaring as they lunged forward.
Watching the Yellow-Haired Man take the lead, Rin was momentarily stunned, not expecting this coward to have a bit of a warrior's spirit, actually daring to lead the charge.
But the next second, his Sharingan clearly caught the trick: everyone else was running faster and faster, but only the Yellow-Haired Man's steps were getting slower and slower.
By the time they were almost in front of Rin, this guy had quietly slipped to the very back, and none of the younger brothers, whose heads were clouded by adrenaline, even noticed.
Hmph, I almost thought you were a man.
Rin snorted coldly in his heart, and the iron rod in his hand suddenly danced. With a "bang," the thug at the very front was knocked down with one blow. Immediately after, Rin transformed into a black shadow, plunging into the crowd like a wolf entering a flock of sheep.
The crisp sound of bones cracking and the shrill screams instantly filled the warehouse.
These idle young men, usually skinny as rakes, relied on sheer numbers to bully people. Facing the now strong and robust Rin, they were simply no match.
Rin's eyes were cold, his movements swift as a leopard. He weaved through the crowd, his iron rod whistling through the air. Wherever he went, the thugs fell to the ground, groaning and begging for mercy one after another.
In just a blink of an eye, to the thugs' horrified gazes, more than a dozen people were all knocked to the ground, either with broken legs or broken arms, lying on the ground wailing incessantly, unable to stand up again.
Rin glanced at the thugs groaning like dead dogs on the ground, finally fixing his gaze on the only one still standing: the Yellow-Haired Man.
During the fight, this guy had been hiding at the back the whole time, completely unharmed. He stood there, eyes vacant, seemingly unable to believe what he was seeing.
It wasn't until Rin's gaze swept over him that the Yellow-Haired Man suddenly snapped back to reality. Without a moment's hesitation, he dropped to his knees with a "thud," pressing his forehead tightly against the cold concrete floor, pleading with a choked voice.
"Brother Chen! I was wrong! I was really wrong! I didn't have a mother since I was little, I didn't mean to bully you! You're a great man, just let me go like a fart! Please! Please!"
Tears mixed with the bloodstains on his face streamed down as he kept his head bowed, not daring to even look at Rin.
Rin slowly walked towards the Yellow-Haired Man, dragging the dark iron rod across the concrete floor, making a "scrape, scrape" sound.
The sound was particularly grating in the silent warehouse, and to the Yellow-Haired Man's ears, it was like the whisper of death, each sound making his heart violently constrict.
The crisp "scrape" suddenly stopped, and the Yellow-Haired Man's body trembled violently — he could clearly feel that Rin was standing right in front of him.
At this moment, he couldn't even muster a single thought of resistance. Images of him bullying Rin kept flashing in his mind: beating him, stealing his money, throwing his backpack into the trash can... Each time he recalled it, the fear in his heart intensified.
"Raise your head."
A clear, cold voice suddenly came from above, not loud, but like a bullet, it pierced through the wails of the thugs on the ground, accurately hitting the Yellow-Haired Man.
The Yellow-Haired Man's body instantly stiffened.
Rin's voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable authority, like the oppressive feeling when a police officer points a gun at a criminal and says, "Hands up, don't move."
He trembled, slowly raising his head bit by bit. When he saw Rin's face clearly, he was completely stunned.
He was too familiar with this face. In the past, he had seen cowardice, pleading, hatred, and anger on this face, but he had never seen an expression as calm as a lake, or those cold, emotionless eyes, as he did now.
Looking at the Yellow-Haired Man kneeling on the ground with a look of "repentance," Rin spoke expressionlessly, word by word.
"Very good. Now, apologize. Apologize to the child you bullied, the child you tormented."
The Yellow-Haired Man was stunned for a moment. He had already said "I'm sorry" countless times to Rin, but looking at Rin's cold eyes, he didn't dare to ask any more questions. He quickly (at least on the surface) kowtowed to Rin from the bottom of his heart, crying out.
"I'm sorry! Rin! I shouldn't have bullied you! I shouldn't have mocked you! I'm sorry! Can you forgive me?"
Hearing this apology, Rin slowly nodded, a hint of "relief" actually appearing on his face.
A glimmer of hope had just ignited in the Yellow-Haired Man's eyes, but the next instant, it was completely extinguished by intense pain. The iron rod in Rin's hand fell without warning, smashing heavily onto his knee.
"Ah—!!!"
A piercing scream echoed through the warehouse. The Yellow-Haired Man clutched his knee, rolling frantically on the ground, cold sweat instantly soaking his clothes.
Rin withdrew the iron rod, looking down at him from above, his tone flat but with a hint of regret: "What a pity, he can't hear your apology anymore."
After speaking, he no longer paid attention to the trash on the ground and turned to walk towards the door.
Rin actually knew that the person the Yellow-Haired Man apologized to just now was never the bullied original owner, but himself, who could easily defeat them now. And he didn't need such an apology at all.
As he walked, Rin suddenly felt a bit childish. Perhaps from the moment he arrived in this world, the original owner of this body had already "died." Why should he be so fixated on getting an apology for him?
He sighed softly. 'Never mind, consider it payment for this body.'
After taking just two steps, Rin suddenly felt much lighter, as if a heavy burden had been lifted. Was it an illusion? He touched his chest, a rare smile appearing on his calm face.
Passing by the entrance, the corner of his eye caught sight of a girl sitting by the door. During the fight, she had been huddled in the corner without moving. Rin didn't know her.
The girl seemed to sense his gaze and hastily lowered her head, secretly peeking at him from the corner of her eye.
Rin paused, as if he suddenly remembered something, and stopped to speak to the girl.
"There's a corner behind the warehouse. You can get out by climbing over the wall. Hide there."
The sudden reminder stunned the girl. She opened her mouth, but before she could say anything, Rin had already turned and walked towards the main door.
Then came a loud "bang"!
The rusty iron chain snapped in response, shattering into a pile of metal fragments. The warehouse door was violently pushed open, and fresh air rushed in, slightly diluting the thick smell of blood in the warehouse.
The girl gazed at Rin's dark back, gradually losing herself in thought.
The wails and screams around her seemed to vanish, her eyes only seeing the figure walking further and further away. It wasn't until Rin's silhouette completely disappeared outside the door that she suddenly snapped back to reality, quickly stood up, and stumbled towards the corner Rin had mentioned.
Inside the warehouse, only a group of thugs with broken arms and legs remained, wailing in succession on the cold concrete floor.