Chapter 82: The Queen of Floral Art!

The rest of the men snapped out of their daze, grabbing whatever was at hand as weapons, and charged forward in a chaotic rush.

What happened next left Zhou Zheng and his uncle, Wang Dezhi, so stunned their eyes nearly popped from their sockets.

Lin Fan seemed like a god of slaughter, his bare fists alone enough to lay waste to more than twenty moving workers. More than once, the two onlookers saw heavy wooden and iron rods smashing against Lin Fan’s back and head, but he moved as if untouched, completely unfazed by what should have been lethal blows.

This time, Lin Fan showed no mercy. He held nothing back, attacking with full force. Nearly everyone ended up with internal injuries, broken bones, torn faces, or split skulls—a scene of utter carnage.

In just five minutes, Lin Fan had beaten all the thugs to the ground, leaving them writhing and howling like slaughtered pigs. Not even Wang Dezhi escaped his wrath. Out of vengeance, Lin Fan destroyed Wang Dezhi’s “third leg”—one savage stomp to the groin, and Wang Dezhi fainted on the spot, becoming the most seriously injured of them all.

When Lin Fan strode toward him, Zhou Zheng trembled uncontrollably. In a panic, he dropped to his knees before Lin Fan.

“Boss, please! Have mercy! Spare me, I beg you—I’ll give you anything you want, just don’t kill me…”

Zhou Zheng, terrified by Lin Fan’s monstrous might, had lost all control. The others dared not make a sound, terrified of provoking Lin Fan any further and bringing his fury upon themselves.

No one could fathom how Lin Fan managed it. He seemed invincible—his flesh like brass and his arms like iron, impervious to all weapons. It was terrifying.

“This is a lawful society. I wouldn’t dare kill anyone,” Lin Fan said with an icy smile.

“I’ve already told you—I can let you save a bit of face. Transfer the company to me, along with all the female streamers under your banner. I’ll take them all. I’ll also give you half a million to cover your medical bills. Isn’t that fair?”

At these words, Zhou Zheng’s mouth twisted involuntarily. He cursed Lin Fan’s entire family a hundred times in his heart. Was this some kind of joke? Half a million to buy him off?

“What’s this—are you unwilling?” Lin Fan narrowed his eyes, a dangerous glint flashing within.

“Willing! Of course I’m willing!” Zhou Zheng, shaken by that look, nodded frantically. He would have turned over the company even without the money. At this point, his life was worth more than any sum.

“That’s better. Go get your contracts,” Lin Fan nodded, satisfied. The sum he offered was, of course, meant as an insult. He didn’t care about the company itself—by now, it had been picked clean. What he wanted were the female streamers still under contract.

Those contracts were still in Zhou Zheng’s hands, giving Zhou a chance to make a comeback. But the system’s revenge mission required the acquisition of the entire Huanshi Entertainment, including all its streamers.

Although these girls weren’t quite up to Lin Fan’s standards in looks or talent, they were still far better than the oddities on the big platforms. With the right packaging, they could attract plenty of fans.

Fighting through the pain, Zhou Zheng drafted the contracts, but Lin Fan forced him to revise them repeatedly until satisfied. After Zhou Zheng had signed and stamped them, Lin Fan transferred the half a million to his designated account, then, clutching the streamer contracts, account books, and all the transaction records, left in high spirits.

Back in the car, Lin Fan’s mind was suddenly filled with the long-missed chime of the system’s notification.

[Ding! Congratulations, host, revenge mission complete. Distributing rewards!]

[Rewards distributed. Congratulations, host, you’ve received a villa in Binhai Park, valued at fifty million!]

[Two luxury cars, each worth ten million, have been placed in the villa’s garage. Please check them yourself!]

“At last, my own mansion!” Lin Fan exclaimed, giddy with excitement, and immediately started the car, speeding toward the Binhai Park villa district.

The only downside was that Binhai Park Villas were not in the city center but further out, near the canal—a drive of over half an hour from downtown.

He was still en route when he received a call from the real estate company that had developed Binhai Villas. They informed him that a staff member would meet him on arrival to hand over the keys and property documents.

Forty minutes later, Lin Fan arrived at Villa No. 55 in Binhai Park, where the developer’s manager awaited him. After handing over the keys and documents, the manager quickly departed.

Stepping into the villa, Lin Fan was delighted to find it was fully furnished and decorated.

Had it been a bare-brick house, he would have had to spend money on renovations.

After wandering through the villa, he made his way to the garage—and there they were: two luxury cars worth ten million each, a Cullinan and a Lamborghini Aventador, the latter known as the “Big Bull” among car enthusiasts.

Looking at the Range Rover parked outside, Lin Fan realized these top-tier sports cars were in another league entirely. Ordinary sedans paled in comparison.

The next day, at noon, Lin Fan drove the Lamborghini, planning to visit Starlight Entertainment and discuss with Shi Jie the acquisition of Huanshi’s small-time streamers.

But just as he pulled out of the garage, another car rear-ended him.

Getting out, he saw a short-haired woman in a white shirt approaching briskly.

“Sorry, I was driving too fast and hit you!” she said.

The moment Lin Fan saw her, he was struck dumb.

Wasn’t this Li Li, once the queen of the entertainment industry and leading star of Huayi Media?

He never expected that his neighbor would be a household name, though long past her prime.

He’d watched many of her films—she’d even starred in several Hollywood blockbusters, holding her place at the top for nearly twenty years. Her most famous scandal involved rumors with the brothers behind Huayi Media, which earned her the title of “Huayi’s First Lady.”

But in recent years, as Huayi’s influence waned, so did her star power. She took fewer and fewer roles, and for the last two years had all but disappeared from the public eye. Rumors circulated online about her keeping a young lover, but the relationship ended in less than half a year.

After all, Li Li was nearing fifty. She’d once said in an interview that she didn’t need a boy toy to take care of her, but sought a romantic, artistic soul—even if he was ordinary.

“A bit of paint got scratched off—it’ll be expensive to repair. Let me pay for the damages. Name your price…” Li Li glanced at the dent in the Lamborghini, feeling guilty.

“No need. I should have been more careful—I didn’t notice your car behind the hedge. By the way, are you Li Li, the actress from ‘Judge Bao’? I’m a fan—could I have a photo with you? Don’t worry about the damages.”

Lin Fan smiled and waved her off. It was indeed his own carelessness—the garden fence had blocked his view, so he hadn’t seen her car nearby.