The chat records of Wei Hua and Li Yuhan were also displayed above.
Wei Hua was somewhat dissatisfied with Lin Yan, but he would not use his family as a guarantee.
He was very rational about this point; personal grudges were personal grudges, and family was family.
The Song family was not yet a match for the Lin family, and rushing to take sides would not benefit them.
However, it seemed that some members of the Wei family had already taken their side.
No one noticed the message on Wei Hua's phone; the screen quickly went dark.
Xiong Jie finally stopped attacking and took out his phone to call for backup. His home was closer, so perhaps he could still make it in time.
The other diners on the third floor also realized that something was wrong. Those who could afford to dine in the private rooms on the third floor were all influential people.
Among them were naturally some small company bosses. Some recognized Xiong Jie and his group, while others recognized the bodyguards from the Wei family downstairs.
Vaguely, these influential people realized the identities of these two groups – this was a conflict between several major families, and that person seemed to be the young master of the Lin family.
“Young Master Xiong, why are you here?”
When a boss saw Xiong Jie, his face immediately showed a fawning expression, and he quickly walked over to greet Xiong Jie.
Xiong Jie ignored him, taking out his phone to make a call. These people on the third floor were all opportunists and of no use.
As more people arrived, the pressure on Yang Tianming and the other three guarding the stairwell increased significantly, and they began to fight and retreat.
Yang Tianming and the other three would not have been in such a predicament in a free-for-all. Being pinned down at the stairwell entrance made them live targets, unable to dodge and forced to defend.
Lin Yan also realized that the situation had become grim. Li Wei had already gone up to help Yang Tianming and the others share the pressure, but it was likely that they would not be able to hold on for much longer. It would still take some time for A Dong and the others to arrive, so he had to find a way to escape.
Based on how he had dealt with Song Botao last time, he estimated that he would not have a good outcome if he were captured by the other party. Holding out for reinforcements was irrational; he needed to escape as soon as possible.
Lin Yan glanced around. There were two exits. The stairs were already crowded with people, so it would be impossible to break through that way. As for the elevator, there were people from the other side on the first floor, so it was unlikely that taking the elevator down would lead to a good outcome.
In the end, Lin Yan could only place his hope on the windows in the private rooms, hoping that these people would not notice the windows on the third floor.
Pushing open the door to the private room, Lin Yan told Su Mo Jin to crouch down while he peeked out towards the windows.
Dense black business cars were parked in a row, with several bodyguards standing by the car doors, looking around vigilantly, their gazes occasionally sweeping across the windows.
To avoid being discovered, Lin Yan quickly retracted his head after a quick glance.
The windows were fine; only a few people outside were watching. This area was too close to the entrance.
Lin Yan planned to find a window further away, believing that the other party could not have possibly surrounded the entire Juyuan Pavilion in such a short time.
Fortunately, there were many private rooms on the third floor.
Exiting the private room, to avoid being seen by people downstairs, Lin Yan pulled Su Mo Jin along, sticking to the walls as they searched each private room for the best location.
In this situation, Su Mo Jin was also somewhat frightened, her face pale with fear, but Lin Yan’s hand holding hers gave her some sense of security.
Along the way, the diners did not speak. Realizing the identities of the two groups, they chose neutrality and did not get involved.
Lin Yan successfully found a relatively secluded spot, which seemed to be a back door to the restaurant’s kitchen.
The back of the restaurant bordered a school, with only a small path separating them, leading directly to the main road outside.
Several bicycles and scooters belonging to chefs and waiters were parked below, likely left there for convenience by the kitchen staff after their shifts.
After a brief inspection, Lin Yan found the location to be good. The other party’s men had not yet discovered this place. Once they reached the main road, they would be safe.
No matter how influential the Song family was, they would only dare to act within the restaurant. In broad daylight, they would be somewhat hesitant.
Without hesitation, Lin Yan turned and pulled down the curtains on both sides of the room’s window. Su Mo Jin understood what Lin Yan was planning and ran to the adjacent room to pull down its curtains as well.
Tying all the collected curtains together, they formed a thick rope nearly ten meters long, which was tied to the large decorative pillar in the private room. Lin Yan pulled it hard; it was still quite sturdy.
The first floor of Juyuan Pavilion was quite high, about four meters, so two floors plus the distance from the windows should be enough.
Lin Yan threw the rope down; the distance was just right.
With preparations complete, Lin Yan emerged from the room and took a look at the situation outside. Yang Tianming and the others had sustained injuries and had retreated into the corridor.
The corridor was wide, and the battle line was long. The five of them could no longer hold it alone.
Xiong Jie and the young man whose family supplied medical equipment also joined the fray, wielding chairs. As for the others, Lin Yan did not see them; they were probably hiding in the private rooms. Wei Hua was also nowhere to be seen.
“Brother, quickly find a way to take Sister-in-law and leave. We’ll hold them here.”
Waving the chair in his hand, Xiong Jie turned and said to Lin Yan and Su Mo Jin. Xiong Jie had been beaten badly, with blood streaming from his eye socket.
Although he had fought before in his childhood, Xiong Jie was no match for these thugs and bodyguards. Even one-on-one was difficult, and they relied entirely on Yang Tianming and the others for support.
The fat second-generation heir was also beaten badly, limping as he cursed while being beaten.
Seeing the somewhat simple-minded fat second-generation heir, Lin Yan was a little surprised that this kid had stayed.
As for Xiong Jie, Lin Yan understood him well; they were childhood friends with a very close relationship, so it was normal for him to stay.
“Young Master, we can’t hold on much longer…”
After knocking away a bodyguard from the Wei family, Li Wei and Yang Tianming had retreated to Lin Yan’s side. One bodyguard’s leg was bleeding profusely, his injuries severe.
Seeing Lin Yan emerge from a private room, the leader of the thugs felt something was wrong. He beckoned a subordinate and whispered in his ear.
“Go tell those people outside to watch the windows carefully and don’t let them escape.”
The subordinate received the order and immediately turned to squeeze his way downstairs. However, as the thug leader’s gaze returned to Lin Yan and his group, he found that Lin Yan’s group had disappeared.
His subordinates and the Wei family’s bodyguards were frantically kicking at the door of a private room.
“Where are they?”
“Boss, they’re inside.”
“Break down the door for me.”
“Yes!”
Lin Yan and his group had retreated into the previously prepared private room while fighting and withdrawing.
Li Wei and the others moved tables, chairs, and anything they could move to the doorway. They began to climb down using the curtains.
It was unrealistic to block over a hundred people with one door, so they needed to hurry.
The rope was still more than a meter from the ground. Lin Yan went down first, then took Su Mo Jin, who jumped down from the rope.
Under Su Mo Jin’s gaze, Lin Yan started the scooter as if performing a magic trick.
The situation was urgent, so Lin Yan had to borrow these people’s vehicles first.
Riding the scooter with Su Mo Jin, they sped along the small path towards the main road ahead.
However, Li Wei and Xiong Jie were not so lucky; they could only ride bicycles.
“Li Sibao, hurry up and pedal, damn it.”
“Damn it, you’re talking without pain. My back got sprained during the fight just now.”
“Get out of the way, I’ll do it.”
With a flying kick, Xiong Jie kicked Li Sibao off and took the front seat.
“What the hell, can you lose some weight, you guy?”