Chapter 60: Brother Ye, Hold On—I'll Give You a Buff!

The next day, Ye Xingchen woke up only to find that his ridiculous dance video had gone viral online.

Again.

Depressed, he wanted to die.

Fortunately, this wasn't the first time. He was getting used to it.

But still… watching that video again—why was it so flamboyant and seductive?!

He couldn't understand. How could I act like that just from getting drunk?

It was like looking at a stranger.

"That's it! No more drinking! Never again! If I ever drink again, I'll just jump off a building and end the embarrassment!"

Rubbing his temples, he felt a splitting headache.

So, he picked up his phone and sent Lin Beifan a message to request leave. Lin Beifan agreed without hesitation.

And with that, he went back to sleep, only waking up when night had already fallen.

He finally felt refreshed.

But he was also starving.

After grabbing a bite to eat, he took a walk along the quiet, deserted streets, hoping the cool night breeze would clear his head.

At that moment, he sensed something.

A chilling murderous intent surged toward him.

From the shadows of a deep alley, eight masked men dressed in black emerged, surrounding him.

Ye Xingchen's eyes narrowed, his muscles tensing.

"Who are they? What do they want?"

Even without fighting yet, he could tell—these eight were all dangerous. Each of them possessed strength rivaling the leaders of the mercenary world, just slightly weaker than himself.

And together?

They posed a real threat.

His first instinct was that Lin Beifan had sent them to kill him.

But he quickly dismissed that thought.

After all, he had been reborn.

Lin Beifan was now more of a friend than an enemy. He had made billions for Lin Beifan and was trusted by him. There was no reason for Lin Beifan to want him dead.

Besides, Lin Beifan wasn't the type to use such crude methods.

His style was different—he used legal loopholes, manipulative schemes, and an overwhelming advantage to utterly crush his enemies, leaving them with no way to fight back.

So, if not Lin Beifan…

"Who sent them? And why are they targeting me?"

Before he could think further—

"Kill!"

The black-clad men moved in unison, attacking without hesitation.

Ye Xingchen fought back at full force.

But no matter how strong he was, two fists couldn't match sixteen hands.

And these weren't ordinary fighters—they were highly trained experts.

Within moments, he took two heavy punches to the chest.

His ribs vibrated from the impact, and a dull pain spread through his torso.

He wanted to break free and escape, but they gave him no openings.

"Damn it! What do I do?" His mind raced for solutions.

Then, a thought flashed through his mind—

Lin Beifan.

As much as he hated the guy, he had to admit—Lin Beifan's strength was monstrous.

If he were here, he'd probably make short work of these guys.

Wait.

Lin Beifan wasn't far from here!

Just a while ago, they had chatted on WeChat—Lin Beifan had mentioned he was having dinner nearby. If he rushed over, he could arrive in just three or four minutes.

If they teamed up, they could capture these attackers and find out who sent them.

Without hesitation, Ye Xingchen grabbed his phone and quickly dialed Lin Beifan's number.

The call connected immediately.

"Brother Ye! Calling me at night? Want to go for a drink? Haha!" Lin Beifan's cheerful voice rang out.

Ye Xingchen gasped, "Mr. Lin, I'm being ambushed! I'm in the alley near Chacha Road by the riverside—come save me!"

Before he could say another word, one of the masked men kicked his phone out of his hand, sending it crashing to the ground.

—

Meanwhile.

Lin Beifan stared at his phone, blinking.

Ye Xingchen? Being chased?

And asking for help?

Him?

This was the God of War—who could possibly be strong enough to beat him?

Wait…

Could this be a trap?

But Ye Xingchen's panicked voice over the phone had sounded real…

"What happened?" Song Yuqing asked, noticing his change in expression.

"Something urgent came up. You guys continue eating—I'll be right back," Lin Beifan said, standing up.

"Alright, but don't take too long!"

As he walked out, Lin Beifan made a phone call.

"Hello, Officer? I just got a distress call from a friend. He's in serious danger—please send help to Chacha Road's riverside alley immediately…"

After reporting to the police, he quietly made another move.

He made a wish.

"Brother Ye, hold on! I'll buff you up!"

"I wish: During this fight, every time an enemy lands a hit on Ye Xingchen, the pain is doubled. And if his defenses are broken, the damage is doubled as well!"

Ding! Wish granted!

A sly smile played on Lin Beifan's lips.

"Brother Ye, hold on—I'm coming to rescue you!"

With that, he leisurely strolled toward the scene at a grand speed of…

Four kilometers per hour.