The song ended, and the entire hall erupted in thunderous applause.

In terms of vocal quality and composition, Lin Chen's song completely overshadowed Chen Peng's "I Love You," and Lin Chen played and sang on his own.

The King of Songs' glory vanished in an instant!

The artistic gentleman's charm was completely gone!

Chen Peng glared at Lin Chen in the crowd with a venomous face, his features twisted.

This was the stage he had meticulously prepared, but it had become someone else's stepping stone, while he ended up looking like a fool, merely a foil.

Watching Lin Chen surrounded by people, Chen Peng's heart was full of jealousy. Lin Chen had stolen the halo that belonged to him, the woman that belonged to him, and the glory that belonged to him. Now, the only things in Chen Peng's gaze toward Lin Chen were resentment and hatred.

"Poor Chen Peng was busy all night, but ended up making a wedding dress for someone else."

"We should thank him, though. Otherwise, how could we have listened to such wonderful music?"

"Exactly, looking at it now, Xiaodi has great taste. Lin Chen is really much better than him, talented and stylish!"

Hearing the surrounding whispers, Chen Peng's face turned livid with anger.

At this moment, Lin Chen approached Chen Peng with a beaming smile, "Chen Peng, I truly thank you for preparing such a lavish banquet for Xiaodi and me."

Chen Peng's face instantly turned ashen with rage, For you? Am I crazy or stupid?

Then An Xiaodi also came over, "Chen Peng, we appreciate your gesture, thank you very much."

"You two scumbags, just wait for it." An Xiaodi's ruthless remark instantly sent Chen Peng into a frenzy, his scholarly demeanor completely gone. He stormed out of the hall under the astonished gazes of everyone.

But just as he reached the door, his foot stumbled, and he fell face-first.

Chen Peng scrambled up from the ground in a mess, furiously looking behind him, "Who, who kicked me from behind?"

Everyone looked confused; there was no one near him!

Chen Peng was also baffled. He clearly felt someone kick his calf. Could it be that he was seeing ghosts?

Seeing that no one paid attention to him, Chen Peng glared at Lin Chen once more and hurriedly left the hall in a huff.

"Lin Chen, it was you who made him fall just now, right?" An Xiaodi teased with a mischievous smile.

Lin Chen just smiled lightly, "Not at all. I just threw a nut, and it accidentally hit him—that's all."

After Chen Peng left, the birthday banquet became even more harmonious, with Lin Chen and An Xiaodi as the stars of the evening.

Upon repeated requests, Lin Chen sang two more songs from the system's library, and the title of Capital City's Little Song God spread quickly.

As the banquet ended, Lin Chen and An Xiaodi were getting ready to take a ride home, when suddenly a van stopped across the street, and a dozen or so burly men rushed out.

Seeing this situation, An Xiaodi tensed, but Lin Chen just smiled, "Don't worry, I'm here."

"Yeah!" An Xiaodi nodded firmly, feeling as if she was in a safe harbor with Lin Chen beside her, unafraid of any storm.

In the blink of an eye, the dozen or so people surrounded Lin Chen and An Xiaodi.

A path cleared in the crowd, and a middle-aged man and a young man slowly walked through.

Lin Chen immediately recognized the young man as Zhou Bin, whose face he had turned into a pig's head.

The two approached Lin Chen, and Zhou Bin pointed at Lin Chen with a hateful expression, "Dad, it's this bastard who did this to my face."

Zhou Dongqiang stared coldly at Lin Chen, a cruel smile playing on his lips, "Kid, have you eaten the heart of a bear or the courage of a leopard to dare hit my son."

Lin Chen just smiled indifferently, "So what if I did? I wasn't fully satisfied with the hits I gave just now anyway. It's great you both came. Now I can deal with both of you together!"

"You're seeking death, boy. Bin, watch how your old man takes revenge for you. I'm going to cripple this kid's hands and feet and see how he can still be so arrogant. As for this girl, tsk tsk, she's quite pretty. I'll train her to be a private slave for our father and son's amusement," Zhou Dongqiang said with a sinister laugh.

"Mmm, daddy, I want to personally snap this kid's tendons in his hands and feet. You little bitch, I'm going to play with you until life is worse than death. I'm going to whip you and drip candle wax all over your body, hahaha!" Zhou Bin laughed hysterically.

Hearing their conversation, An Xiaodi's heart sank.

The Zhou family was a behemoth in the entire Huaxia. Although Zhou Bin's branch was only a fraction of the whole, its foundation was strong enough to rival that of a second-tier family.

"Lin Chen, don't worry about me, find a way to escape," An Xiaodi whispered in Lin Chen's ear.

"Escape? Beating up the Zhous is so much fun, why would I want to escape?" Lin Chen said with a faint smile.

Zhou Dongqiang's face turned instantly grim, his face showing a trace of ferocity: "Cripple him for me! Whoever breaks one of his hands, I'll give a hundred thousand."

Upon hearing Zhou Dongqiang's generous reward, each and every one of his henchmen's faces showed a look of greed, whoosh whoosh whoosh, more than a dozen knives were drawn from their waists.

"Heh, kid, just leave your hands behind obediently, and exchange them for money for the brothers."

"Haha, don't fight over it, his hands are mine."

"Damn, what's yours, it's mine."

More than a dozen henchmen scrambled forward, fearing being left behind, brandishing knives with a cold gleam as they rushed toward Lin Chen.

"Wait a moment," Lin Chen said, then his body flashed, charging straight into the storm of knives.

"Lin Chen!" An Xiaodi instantly turned pale, tears coming to her eyes as she saw Lin Chen enveloped by the flashing knives.

Although Lin Chen was incredibly strong, those men were more than a dozen brawny men with knives. It's hard to fight four hands with two, let alone the dozen or so knives Lin Chen was facing.

"It's all my fault. I shouldn't have asked Lin Chen for a gift, I shouldn't have let him argue with Zhou Bin." An Xiaodi's heart was filled with regret and guilt, feeling as if it would break.

A cold smile appeared on Zhou Bin's face: "You dared to slap my face, kid. I'm going to make you wish you were dead, letting you repay with a lifetime of agony."

Zhou Dongqiang, with a cigar clenched in his mouth, looked smug: "Daring to oppose our Zhou family, you're clueless about life and death."

But at that moment, a series of miserable screams erupted from the midst of the knife light.

However, those screams didn't come from Lin Chen, but from the henchmen who had rushed at him.

An Xiaodi stood frozen, Zhou Bin was dumbfounded, and Zhou Dongqiang was so shocked that the cigar fell from his hand unnoticed to the ground.

The dozen or so henchmen who had just charged forward were now retreating as if they had seen a ghost.

Lin Chen was like a fierce beast, relentlessly culling the henchmen before him.

"Crack!"

"Crack!"

With each move Lin Chen made, a henchman's arm was twisted off, each strike accompanied by a henchman's anguished scream as they fell.

In front of him, seven or eight henchmen with broken arms lay wailing on the ground, blood flowing from their fractured limbs, the air heavy with the stench of blood.

Watching his men fall one after another, Zhou Dongqiang's face turned ghostly pale, his body trembling. He never dreamt that a teenager could be so ferocious.

The henchmen he brought with him were ruthless killers, yet they were so easily defeated by Lin Chen.

At his side, Zhou Bin was nearly wetting himself, his legs shaking, heart gone cold, wondering what kind of monster he had provoked!

In less than three minutes, all of the dozen or so henchmen lay in pools of blood.

Thud, thud, thud, with chilling footsteps, Lin Chen slowly approached the Zhou father and son.

"Ready to be whipped?" A cold voice sent the father and son's souls scattering.