System: Master Your Life

Chapter 858

This is a private party for upper-class white elites.

Inside a large villa in Berlin.

All the attendees at the private party were white; there were no Asians or Black people.

Xu Lin, as an Asian, was definitely out of place here.

He was the only Asian person here.

But if we really talk about skin color issues, Xu Lin's skin was whiter than many white people here, while quite a few white people had rather yellow skin.

So who's really yellow?

Everyone noticed Xu Lin.

An Asian face.

Everyone noticed him.

Everyone is white, and you're the only Asian—it's hard not to be noticed.

However, the kingly aura Xu Lin exuded was overwhelming, like Qi Tun Shanhe, very intimidating.

One of the mainstream values in the Western world is the admiration of the strong.

Standing here, Xu Lin was a top-tier strongman, a powerhouse in every sense.

Therefore, no one questioned how he got in here.

Unless they're an idiot.

But idiots exist everywhere.

Social elites aren't all polite and courteous; don't you know the upper class can be crude?

In Xu Lin's view, both the upper and lower classes can be vulgar; human beings are, by nature, vulgar, and truly noble individuals are rare, no matter what class they're from.

The difference lies in whether after obtaining everything, a person becomes more indulgent and reckless.

Now, Xu Lin can have whatever he wants. If he chose to be scum, he'd be an ultimate menace to society.

Moreover, given his achievements, even if he committed a crime, someone would cover for him and settle it.

After acquiring many things, a person's desires grow exponentially with the amount of money they have.

When people are broke, they all think they're of high moral standards, exceptional integrity, claiming they're broke because they're too clean, like they're some modern-day Qu Yuan. But that's simply because they haven't had the chance to make dirty money. If an opportunity to make money easily appeared in front of them, asking them to do something illegal, they'd likely jump at the chance.

And if they did have money, whether they could maintain their supposed integrity is another question entirely.

"Hey, hey, Asian, where are you from? This is a white-only party; people of color are not allowed in!"

Here comes an idiot.

Xu Lin looked at him; this guy was over six feet tall, very strong, clearly someone who works out.

Over six feet tall and very robust, like an elderly Schwarzenegger's build.

Even in his seventies, Schwarzenegger can be burlier than he was in his youth.

This man's physique, standing there, was intimidating.

In a world that admires the strong, they naturally admire fists, too.

And there's another flaw in men: they like to demonstrate their excellence and strength in front of women, often by suppressing the weakest or some outliers to draw attention to themselves.

For example, at a banquet, if a beautiful woman suddenly appears, the idiot here will jump out to suppress the smallest or weakest male, making himself noticeable, making women take notice of him too.

This private party.

In the Western world, Asians are considered weaklings first; Xu Lin was an anomaly here, being Asian and highly charismatic.

He was undoubtedly the target of oppression.

Who told him to appear here, so distinct?

If he were to act politely now, he'd be the idiot.

The West doesn't recognize your Confucian values—what gentleman, what nation of propriety? They don't care.

After World War I, during the Republic period, Huaxia was a weakling in failed diplomacy, ripe for bullying. The rogue West didn't take this nation seriously until later, when it gradually grew stronger. That's when the West began to see it favorably, even with some fear.

An old saying: "Barbarians fear power but not virtue."

So, Xu Lin raised his leg.

Lifted it high.

Performed a vertical split.

Of course, Xu Lin can do a split.

Xu Lin's left leg suddenly pressed down on the opponent's left shoulder.

Though his right leg was stronger, the left was enough.

With a bang.

The tall man kneeled in front of him, there was even the sound of cracking kneecaps, and even though this was grass, Xu Lin's strength was considerable.

If he offended a very powerful figure, he could just as easily take a flight and flee overnight.

In the game of life, it's all about strategy—take action when needed and run when necessary.

"Oh!"

"My God!"

This scene left everyone present in shock; they never expected this Asian to be so fierce.

The man kneeling on the ground screamed; the excruciating knee pain brought tears to his eyes.

Then, a man in his thirties walked over, reached out his right hand, indicating he wanted to shake hands with Xu Lin.

"Fernando. I hosted this party. How should I address you?"

He introduced himself.

"Xu!"

Xu Lin also extended his hand to shake.

Fernando glanced at the man kneeling on the ground and said, "The lively atmosphere shouldn't be disrupted by such people; tonight should be about enjoyment."

"Okay."

So Xu Lin knocked him out with a punch.

"You're quite something, never seen someone like you before."

Fernando laughed: "But you have personality, and you're probably not a rash person."

"No, you got the wrong person. If I've offended someone, I'll just flee tonight." Xu Lin replied with a smile.