As the women heard this, several accompanying hostesses hurried into the room and carried out the unconscious Wei Shaoting. Wei Shaoting's bodyguards were sprawled across the floor inside.
Some had broken arms and legs, while others had simply passed out. Wei Shaoting himself was in a worse state than last time; his face was so beaten that it was unrecognizable. It was estimated that he wouldn't be leaving the hospital for at least six months.
After carrying him out to the entrance, before they could even lift Wei Shaoting onto a car, a large Mercedes G-wagon drove up to the entrance, its high beams shining directly into the faces of those carrying Wei Shaoting.
The blinding light made them all blink.
The car door opened, and three young men alighted from the vehicle in a hurry.
"Is this the second young master of the Wei family?"
As soon as Yang Tianming got out of the car, he spotted Wei Shaoting being carried out of the hotel. Although he couldn't recognize the face, Yang Tianming instinctively asked.
"Ah... this... yes, are you... from the Wei family?"
Upon hearing the leader's words, the hostesses were confused. After a moment, one of them hesitantly asked.
Hearing this, Yang Tianming and the others exchanged glances, then said without hesitation.
"Yes, we are from the Wei family. You can go now; just leave him to me."
So it really was Wei Shaoting, but how had he been beaten to such a state...
"Oh, that's great then."
Hearing this, the hostesses finally breathed a sigh of relief. At least they didn't have to carry this guy anymore.
Taking over Wei Shaoting, Yang Tianming first examined him. Both of his arms were fractured, with the breaks occurring on the main bones.
A master? And a very professional one at that. The person who beat Wei Shaoting had struck with great force, and breaks in these locations were also easy to set. It seemed the other party's objective was the same as theirs, but they didn't know who it was.
But if this was the case, and someone else had already dealt with him, their mission...
Even though someone else had already taught him a lesson, their mission couldn't be left incomplete.
Hesitating for less than half a second, in front of the hostesses, Yang Tianming forcefully twisted Wei Shaoting's leg bones. With the sound of bones breaking, the already unconscious Wei Shaoting was jolted awake by the pain, let out a scream, and then fainted again from the agony.
Such a terrifying scene greatly startled the hostesses present.
"You... you're not..."
It was then that the hostesses realized these people were not from the Wei family either, but were also here to deal with Wei Shaoting.
After twisting Wei Shaoting's legs, Yang Tianming and the others, in a display of what could be called humanity, placed Wei Shaoting into the club's car before turning back to their G-wagon.
This scene left the hostesses dumbfounded.
"Stop looking, hurry... hurry up and get someone to drive."
The胖子 (pàngzi - fat guy) who climbed into the car shouted urgently. If he wasn't sent to the hospital soon, he felt he would die.
He hadn't expected to not receive a tip today, and instead, he had to pay medical expenses.
The next morning, Li Zeyu finally woke up, but by then, public opinion had already exploded.
The Lin family had released the video, and the situation had completely reversed.
Now, Lin Yan's fans had taken over the comment section below the video, with many foreign comments even appearing, attracting Lin Yan's international fans.
The most prominent among them was a user with the ID "Meng Nan Yi."
He was fiercely critical, his words directly targeting some of Li Zeyu's brainless fans.
Furthermore, Li Zeyu's arrogant declaration, "I am from the Song family," had directly ignited public outrage.
"Damn it, I thought this guy was pitiful, but I didn't expect him to be so shameless. The Song Corporation that's backing him probably isn't any good either!"
"That's right, you crashed into someone's car, why should they let you leave? And they stopped you, beating you is what you deserve!"
"The person upstairs is right. Also, I feel like Lin Shen's attitude was already very good. If it were me, I would have beaten him up long ago."
"No, while Li Zeyu and the Song Corporation are hateful, shouldn't the main focus now be on the girl holding Lin Shen's hand!"
"Mom, I'm heartbroken [tears][tears]"
The ID of the last comment was "Lin Shen's Number One Wife." Judging by the name, this was undoubtedly a female fan of Lin Yan.
"Is this considered an official announcement? Face-value fans are in tears!"
The comment section had shifted from a heated argument to casual chat. Apart from a small number of Lin Yan's female fans who couldn't accept it, most fans were relatively understanding.
At 8 AM, Lin Yan registered an account on a social platform, posted the video, and personally admitted that he was the masked man in the video.
After the video was released, Lin Yan's fans began to flood in. Within an hour, they had completely dominated the comment section. Moreover, many official accounts of brands under the Song Corporation were heavily criticized.
Essentially, every company that could be linked to the Song Corporation was attacked. Simultaneously, Lin Yan gained over twenty million followers that morning, and the rate was still increasing. It was estimated that by evening, he would have around forty million followers.
In just that morning, Lin Yan occupied the top six spots out of ten trending topics.
The hottest one was:
"Who is Lin Shen's mysterious girlfriend!"
With a click count of one hundred million.
The comment section under this trending topic was filled with all sorts of image searches, even using 3D modeling, all in an attempt to see the divine beauty hidden beneath Su Mojin's mask, who could become Lin Shen's girlfriend.
While the online situation was causing a stir, the parties involved were completely unaware. Even the registration of the account was handled solely by Lin Guoxiong.
At this moment, Lin Yan was speeding along the track on a GP22.
At the Ducati Training Base.
Two red figures were racing on the track, with Ren Fei driving the #39 race car behind Lin Yan.
At every corner, Lin Yan deliberately slowed down to allow Ren Fei behind him to keep pace.
He also did not intentionally lower his angle when cornering. What Lin Yan was doing now was teaching Ren Fei.
There was less than a car's length between the two cars. Under his helmet, Ren Fei's gaze was very focused, intently watching Lin Yan's braking details ahead. However, keeping up with Lin Yan's rhythm was something he likely wouldn't be able to do in the short term.
Lin Yan's movements at each corner were very quick, but Ren Fei behind him could not perfectly replicate Lin Yan's actions, always falling short by a little. This slight difference would cause him to brake too late and fly off the track.