That night, the moon above Jianghai looked pale, as if reluctant to witness what was about to happen on the outskirts of the abandoned old pier. The air felt damp and rancid, a mixture of the smell of rusty iron and brackish seawater. Lin Xuan stood in the darkness, illuminated only by the crackling neon light of a container storage warehouse.
He did not come here by chance. Since sunset, he had felt a severe disturbance in his family's frequency. A sharp and sudden vibration of fear emanated from his father's position. Lin Xuan knew that Zhang Wei, now cornered, had decided to shed his human mask and become a desperate beast.
"You cannot plant a thorny seed and expect a rose to bloom in your yard, Zhang Wei," murmured Lin Xuan, his voice low yet splitting the silence of the night. "What you send out to the universe is on its way home to meet you. And tonight, I am that messenger."
Inside the warehouse, Lin Haifeng sat tied to a wooden chair, his mouth gagged with cloth. Around him, ten men with bulging muscles and tattoos wrapped around their arms stood with batons and daggers. In the middle of them, stood Zhang Wei. His once clean-cut face was now a mess, his eyes red from lack of sleep and burning revenge.
"Where is your son, Haifeng?!" shouted Zhang Wei, grabbing Lin Xuan's father's hair. "He thinks he can destroy my life with that tax evidence? He thinks he can play God in this city? I will make sure he sees you die slowly!"
The heavy warehouse door suddenly slid open with a heart-wrenching screech. Lin Xuan's figure appeared in the doorway, his silhouette elongated by the moonlight. He carried no weapon, nor did he run. He walked with a rhythm so calm it made the mercenaries uncomfortable.
"Release him," said Lin Xuan. His tone contained no anger, but an absolute authority that seemed to command reality to obey.
"Destroy him! Now!" ordered Zhang Wei, his voice shrill with paranoia.
The ten men moved in unison. The first two rushed forward with iron pipes, swinging them with full force toward Lin Xuan's head. In seconds, Lin Xuan performed a movement almost invisible to the human eye. He did not retreat, but advanced one step into the area of his enemy's attack.
This was the Karma Mirror technique. Lin Xuan did not use his strength to hit, he used his enemy's own kinetic energy. Lin Xuan twisted the first man's wrist, diverting the iron pipe so that it hit his own colleague's shin instead.
Crack!
The sound of a breaking bone was followed by a scream of pain. Lin Xuan then used his palm to push the second man's back, letting the man's running momentum make him crash into a pile of wooden crates and destroy them.
"Use your weapon, you fool!" shouted one of the mercenaries carrying a dagger. He tried to stab Lin Xuan's stomach.
Lin Xuan moved like water flowing through gaps in the rocks. He tilted his body just a few millimeters, letting the dagger pass, then touched the attacker's elbow with light pressure but precisely on the nerve point. The dagger fell, and with a gentle push, Lin Xuan made the man stumble into his other colleagues.
The fight did not look like a brawl, but a terrible dance. Lin Xuan was the calm center of the storm, while his enemies were debris crashing into each other due to their own chaos. Every time they tried to attack with hatred, that energy bounced back at them twice as strong.
In less than three minutes, nine men were already lying on the floor, groaning in pain not because of Lin Xuan's blows, but because of their own wrong moves triggered by the mental pressure Lin Xuan exerted.
Now, only one person remained—the mercenary leader, a martial arts practitioner with muscles that looked like steel. He took a deep breath, trying to stabilize his energy. "You... you are using energy diversion techniques. Who is your master?"
"My master is the universe," answered Lin Xuan, his eyes gleaming coldly. "And today, it teaches you about consequences."
The man lunged with a very fast flurry of punches. Lin Xuan parried them all with smooth circular movements. As the man exerted all his energy for one final punch, Lin Xuan just placed his palm on the man's chest without hitting.
"What you sow, you shall reap," whispered Lin Xuan.
He suddenly released a wave of high-frequency resonance. The man was thrown backward, as if he had just been hit by a truck—hitting the warehouse wall until it cracked, then fainting instantly.
Silence.
Now only Zhang Wei remained standing trembling beside Lin Haifeng. He pulled a pistol from his waist and pointed it at his father's head.
"Don't come closer! I swear I will shoot him!" shouted Zhang Wei. His hand shook violently. Cold sweat poured down his face.
Lin Xuan stopped stepping. He looked at Zhang Wei with deep pity. "Zhang Wei, you still don't understand. It is not me who is destroying you. I am just accelerating your harvest time. You have long planted betrayal, you planted other people's suffering for your wealth. Now the universe is just forcing you to eat the fruit."
"Shut up! You know nothing! I was supposed to be the ruler of Jianghai!" Zhang Wei pulled the trigger with pure killing intent.
Click.
The pistol jammed.
Zhang Wei was stunned. He tried pulling the trigger again and again.
In the principle of the Law of Attraction, Zhang Wei's extreme fear had created such a strong resonance of failure that it affected the mechanical mechanism of the pistol. The bullet refused to come out because the perpetrator's intent was already destroyed by mental terror.
"You are even rejected by your own weapon," said Lin Xuan.
Zhang Wei panicked. He released his father and tried to run toward the back door of the warehouse. However, in his darkness filled with fear, he did not see the warehouse floor which was slippery because of oil spilled from the broken crates earlier.
He slipped, his body thrown toward an unstable stack of containers—containers that he had actually instructed to be sabotaged to fall on Lin Xuan's father if the initial plan failed.
Crash!
The container securing chains broke due to the vibration from the fight just now. A giant iron crate fell, not on Lin Xuan's father, but clamping Zhang Wei's leg to the concrete floor. A high-pitched scream broke the night as his leg bones were crushed under tons of iron weight.
Karma had finished its work, Zhang Wei was trapped in his own trap.
Lin Xuan immediately approached his father, cutting his restraints calmly. Lin Haifeng looked confused—he had fainted due to high blood pressure shortly after being kidnapped, so he did not see his son's supernatural actions.
"Father? Wake up. It is all over," Lin Xuan patted his father's cheek gently.
Lin Haifeng opened his eyes slowly, looked at his son's face, then looked at the chaos around him. "Xuan... what happened? The robbers... where are they?"
"The police are on their way, Father. They fought among themselves and there was an accident," lied Lin Xuan for the sake of his father's mental health.
As they were about to leave, Lin Xuan saw a leather folder that had fallen from Zhang Wei's pocket who was moaning. He picked it up and opened it for a moment. Its contents were a secret agreement letter between Zhang Wei and Song Jin-Ho—Han Seo-Ah's fiancé.
The content was clear; Zhang Wei was tasked with destroying the Lin family, and in return, the Song family would give him a seat in the Nine Heavens Consortium. But what was more surprising was a small memo at the back, "The Han family banquet next week is when we end everything."
Lin Xuan crumpled the document. His eyes stared into the darkness of the harbor. He knew that Zhang Wei was just a small pebble. The real mountain was the Song family and the mystical power supporting them.
He helped his father into the car. Before closing the door, he looked back at the warehouse for the last time.
"Every action is a message you write for your own future," murmured Lin Xuan to the night wind. "Zhang Wei, you have just completed the last chapter of your message. Now, it is my turn to write the last chapter for the Song family."
He started the car engine, leaving the pier which was now filled with police sirens approaching from afar. Lin Xuan knew, tonight's physical battle was just a warm-up. At the Han family banquet later, he would fight not only with strength, but with his whole being to tear down the system that had shackled the fate of many people—including the fate of Han Seo-Ah.
Karma is not punishment from outside, but a logical consequence of your own inner vibration. You do not need to repay evil with evil, just keep your frequency pure, and let the universe set the harvest time for those who plant thorns.