Many children, many blessings; a stunningly beautiful wife is given to you right from the start.

North of the city, the Chen family mansion.

The atmosphere in the lobby was oppressive and suffocating.

One of his trusted confidants knelt on the ground, his head almost buried in the floor tiles, and he was even careful to breathe.

At the head of the table, Chen Wanjin leisurely twirled the pair of shiny walnuts, his small eyes revealing a chilling aura that sent shivers down one's spine.

"You mean, San Dao and the dozen or so brothers he brought with him were all killed by that brat Lin Mo?"

Chen Wanjin's voice was flat, revealing no emotion.

"Yes...yes, sir."

The confidant's voice trembled as if he were shaking.

"Li...Li Sandao's throat was slit on the spot, and the others' limbs were all crippled by...that kid!"

"Useless! A bunch of useless trash!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Chen Chong, who was standing to the side, exploded.

He kicked over the armchair next to him and pointed at his confidant, cursing loudly.

"A dozen skilled swordsmen couldn't defeat a Lin family member who was exiled here?"

"Did Li Sandao grow up eating shit?!"

Chen Chong was so angry that his face turned red and his neck bulged. He turned around and clasped his hands in a fist salute to Chen Wanjin.

"Father! What are we waiting for! I'll take some men right now and chop that Lin bastard into pieces and feed him to the dogs!"

"That's right, boss! How dare they ride roughshod over our Black Tiger Gang! Let's fucking get them!"

"Let those idiots from the Lin family know who really rules Beicheng!"

The other leaders in the hall also joined in the shouting, each one filled with righteous indignation, wishing they could rush over and fight to the death right now.

"Shut up, all of you."

Chen Wanjin finally spoke, his voice not loud, but it instantly silenced the entire hall.

He stopped his enraged son, and his sharp little eyes returned to his trusted confidant.

"You, come here."

"Yes, boss."

His trusted aide scrambled over there.

"Tell me the whole story, in detail."

"Don't miss a single word about how they did it, what weapons they used, or what they said."

"Yes, yes, yes..."

The confidant dared not conceal anything and revealed everything about how Lin Mo had acted so casually, how he had struck in an instant, and how he had crippled more than a dozen burly men in just a few dozen breaths with his fists and feet.

The more he talked...

Chen Wanjin's expression grew increasingly somber.

The expressions on the faces of Chen Chong and the other leaders behind him gradually changed from anger to astonishment and disbelief.

Is Lin Mo all alone?

Only using fists and feet?

In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen battle-hardened brothers were killed.

Is this something a human being could do?

After listening, Chen Wanjin waved his hand, signaling his confidant to step down.

Instead of flying into a rage, he calmly twirled the walnuts in his hands, making a soft "crackling" sound.

He knew he had bitten off more than he could chew this time.

Lin Mo isn't some useless young master; he's a tough nut to crack, and the kind of tough guy who's really skilled in martial arts.

A head-on clash?

Chen Wanjin is a businessman, and businessmen believe in getting the biggest profit with the smallest cost.

Sending your men to fight a master is a losing proposition.

Chen Wanjin raised his head, looked at his still resentful, foolish son, and sneered.

"We are business people."

"Businessmen are all about doing the most with the least amount of capital."

"So there's no need to trade our brothers' lives for his."

"So, Father, what do you mean?"

Chen Chong asked, puzzled.

Chen Wanjin picked up his teacup and gently blew away the foam.

"Pass on my message."

"From now on, there's no need to cause trouble at the salt fields anymore."

"Send someone to 'visit' the suppliers who provide stone and timber to the salt fields."

"Tell them that anyone who does business with the Lin family is going against my Black Tiger Gang. I want to see who has the backbone."

"If word gets out that the Lin family has offended my Black Tiger Gang, then who will dare to work at the saltworks in the future? Every single one of them will be put in a sack and thrown into the moat to feed the turtles."

"Isn't Lin Mo a good fighter?"

Chen Wanjin put down his teacup, picked up the pair of walnuts again, and slowly turned them over, making a creepy "crunching" sound.

"I made sure he couldn't buy a single brick or find a single worker."

"I want to see if he can build this salt field all by himself."

In the main hall, the group of leaders were initially taken aback, but then they suddenly realized what was going on and began to fawn over each other with obsequious smiles.

"The leader is brilliant! This move to cut off their supply lines is truly ingenious!"

"He can kill without shedding blood! Even if that kid had three heads and six arms, he'd be helpless!"

Chen Wanjin ignored the flattery. He squinted and spun the walnuts in his palm even faster.

"In addition, the manor has recently sent more people, so that the brothers can keep an eye out and not get separated from the group."

"When a dog is cornered... it might jump over the wall."

……

On the other side, in a corner of the salt field.

A dozen or so henchmen of the Black Tiger Gang were tied up like dumplings with hemp rope and piled on the ground.

The excruciating pain of losing their hands and feet left them too weak to even howl; they could only gasp for breath like fish out of water.

Lin Mo and Liu Yiyi walked over.

Liu Yiyi's pretty face, hidden under her veil, still had a hint of paleness.

She followed closely behind Lin Mo, her stomach churning as she looked at the hellish scene before her.

But she endured the discomfort, her beautiful eyes revealing a stubbornness.

Lin Mo acted as if nothing had happened. He strolled over to a guy who looked like a minor leader and squatted down.

Without saying a word, he simply plunged the steel knife in his hand that had killed Li Sandao into the ground.

"Pfft!"

The knife tip pierced the ground, less than an inch from the henchman's eyeball.

The henchman shuddered, looking at Lin Mo's handsome face, feeling more terrified than seeing the King of Hell.

But then he immediately turned his head away and stubbornly said:

"Kill me or torture me, it's all up to you! In this world, loyalty is everything!"

"Oh ho? You've got some backbone."

Lin Mo laughed.

He wasn't angry; he simply pulled out a steel knife from the ground and, with a "thud," pierced the henchman's neck.

Liu Yiyi tensed up.

The blade was still trembling slightly due to the remaining force, emitting a "humming" sound.

Lin Mo turned to look at the henchmen beside him.

"No! No!"

"Spare me, sir! Please don't kill me!"

The imminent threat of death instilled extreme fear in the henchman, causing his psychological defenses to completely collapse.

"Don't be nervous, I don't like fighting and killing."

Lin Mo patted his face, and his smile widened.

"We're just doing market research."

"Come on, let's start with your gang leader, Chen Wanjin."

Where does he live? How many people are in his family?

"How many guards are there in the manor, and when do they change shifts?"

"What does he usually like to eat? Does he snore when he sleeps?"

"..."

Lin Mo asked incredibly detailed questions, almost to the point of asking Chen Wanjin which hand he used to use when going to the toilet.

"I...I'll tell you! I'll tell you everything!"

The henchmen cried out, scrambling to spill everything they knew in order to survive.

"The gang leader... lives in the Chen residence on Zhuque Street!"

"There are about two hundred guards in the manor, and they rotate every two hours!"

"His favorite food is braised pork knuckle from Yu Man Lou! He snores like thunder when he sleeps!"

With one person taking the lead, the rest of the people no longer dared to be defiant.

Lin Mo simply brandished the knife in his hand, and the other person immediately backed down.

"I know, I know too!"

"I know that besides the salt and iron mines, the gang leader also runs an underground casino in the south of the city!"

"I know he has three secret warehouses! One is in a dilapidated temple in the west of the city, one is a warehouse at the docks, and the other is a secret room in his mansion!"

"I know the gang leader's son is a womanizer, the third leader is a drunkard, and the fifth leader is a womanizer..."

A group of people rushed forward and, like pouring beans from a bamboo tube, exposed the Black Tiger Gang's secrets.

Liu Yiyi stood to the side, initially trembling with fear, but as she listened, her watery eyes grew brighter and brighter.

From this jumble of information, she keenly sensed business opportunities and... the enemy's weaknesses.

"Wait a moment."

Liu Yiyi suddenly spoke, her voice cold and clear.