Half-human, half-ghost, the number one divine fist

"aunt?"

The politeness on the two thugs' faces vanished instantly.

Are they relatives of Lin Fusheng?

The news has just been confirmed and is almost certainly true: Lin Fusheng has been named in the operation to retaliate against Jin Yutang and has no chance of surviving.

Lin Fusheng is in dire straits, and Rong Shu's new favorite, Chen Cang, has already come to familiarize himself with the territory. Who still takes him seriously?

His aunt was just a patrol officer's wife; what good could she be?

Leading the way isn't difficult, but what if it causes trouble? It's better to avoid trouble.

Various thoughts flashed through my mind.

The two men's attitudes visibly cooled.

"Oh, Lin's aunt."

One of the thugs picked at his ear and said casually.

"Boss Lin... he's busy right now. There's a lot going on at the gambling den. Why don't you wait outside? Or come back another day?"

"Busy?" Lin Ruoyin was taken aback.

Her husband is a patrol officer, specifically the one patrolling Linjiang Road, and he's familiar with many things.

I heard that Fusheng is now a full-time attendant. How busy can he be?

However, Lin Ruoyin quickly noticed the subtle change in the other party's attitude, and her heart sank.

"I'll just see him once and say a few words; it won't take up too much of his time."

"That won't work, it's a mess inside, it's not convenient."

The other thug refused outright and waved for her to stand further away.

"Why don't you wait a bit, or please leave? We need to keep watch here."

After saying that, the two men turned their backs to her, smoking cigarettes and chatting idly, leaving her standing at the door.

Lin Ruoyin's face turned somewhat pale.

She never imagined that seeing her nephew would be so difficult.

What should I do?

Lin Ruoyin had no intention of leaving and stubbornly stood at the door waiting.

After a while, Xiao Tian wandered out of the front hall for some fresh air.

He immediately spotted Lin Ruoyin standing outside the door, looking uneasy. Then he glanced at the two thugs who had their backs to her and were clearly just going through the motions, and his brows furrowed.

He strode over.

"What happened?"

Xiao Tian asked Lin Ruoyin, his tone still quite polite.

Lin Ruoyin quickly explained her identity and purpose again.

Xiao Tian's face darkened completely after hearing this.

He turned sharply and shouted at the two thugs:

"Busy? Busy my ass! Chief Lin is practicing his skills in the backyard, what's there to be busy about! Can't he even give a heads-up?"

The two thugs shrank back after being scolded, not daring to retaliate.

Xiao Tian ignored them and turned to Lin Ruoyin, his tone softening:

"Mrs. Qi, I'm sorry, the people below are inconsiderate. Foreman Lin is right behind us, I'll take you there right away."

"Thank you! Thank you so much, sir!"

Lin Ruoyin quickly thanked her.

Xiao Tian sighed inwardly.

All he can do is show you the way.

Lin Ruoyin followed Xiao Tian through the noisy front hall and towards the relatively quiet backyard.

As soon as she entered the backyard, she saw the boy in the middle of the yard, shirtless, practicing stance training.

The afterglow of the setting sun bathed the courtyard in a dark gold, but it couldn't illuminate the old and new scars on the boy's body.

Sweat trickled down Lin Fusheng's taut back and chest, flowing over the bruises and scabbed wounds.

Seeing this scene, Lin Ruoyin felt as if her heart had been squeezed tightly, and a wave of sadness welled up in her eyes.

This is her nephew, whom she watched grow up since he was a child; he is the only blood relative left by her eldest brother.

"Fu Sheng."

Lin Ruoyin called out softly, her voice trembling.

The force of the punch subsided.

Lin Fusheng paused for a moment, then stopped and stood still.

He turned his head.

When he saw the woman not far away with slightly red eyes and a complicated expression, he was clearly taken aback.

"aunt?"

Memories flood back.

When he was a child, his aunt, who was only about ten years older than him, would often secretly save her own pocket money to buy him sugar figurines and take him to listen to storytelling.

His aunt was very, very good to him.

Lin Fusheng walked over quickly, grabbed a T-shirt from the rack next to him, and put it on to cover his scars.

"Auntie, what brings you here? It's not safe here."

"How would I have known you'd gotten yourself into this state if I hadn't come!"

Lin Ruoyin looked him up and down, tears welling up in her eyes, which she quickly wiped away with a handkerchief.

"I just came back from your second uncle's place in Fengjing."

"Fusheng, is it dangerous to tell your aunt the truth?"

Lin Fusheng paused for a moment, then did not deny it.

"There are some things in the gang that need to be taken care of."

"Deal with? It's sending them to their deaths!" Lin Ruoyin said in a low, urgent voice.

"I've heard the whole story! You've offended Jin Yutang, and the higher-ups are retaliating. They've specifically named you! You're not even that 'Stone Skin' guy; going there would be a pointless death for you!"

"Fusheng, listen to your aunt's advice. We can't stay here! I've thought of a plan; let's go ask your grandfather for help!"

Lin Fusheng frowned: "Grandpa?"

"Yes." Lin Ruoyin spoke faster.

"He may be biased, but after all, you're still his grandson! He's got connections with foreigners now! Let's go beg him, let him use those connections, even if we have to humble ourselves, it's better than losing our lives here!"

This is the only solution Lin Ruoyin can think of right now.

"Auntie, no need." Lin Fusheng shook his head decisively.

He understood everything perfectly.

Grandpa Lin Shouting only had eyes for his third uncle's family.

When his father was alive, he felt that his grandfather treated his father like a "self-service bank." After his father died, his grandfather even used "family ties" to force him to give money to support Lin Fulai.

Uncle San had come before, and his words implied that he should help his younger brother, but Xiao Tian dismissed him directly.

Should we ask them for help now?

Moreover, it was a troublesome matter involving the life and death of the gang and requiring the use of foreign connections.

They're considered to have a conscience if they don't kick someone when they're down or applaud it.

Moreover, why should we ask foreigners for help?

Living off foreigners?

He wasn't interested.

Since martial arts exist in this world, he will rely on his own fists to survive.

Ultimately, you can only rely on yourself.

"Fusheng!" Lin Ruoyin became anxious when she saw Lin Fusheng refuse.

"You're still young and don't know what's important. Now is not the time to be reckless. Your life is the most important thing! Listen to your aunt, lower your head, and survive first! You're your father's only son!"

As she spoke, tears welled up in her eyes again.

A warm feeling welled up in Lin Fusheng's heart.

He knew that his aunt meant well and was sincere.

But he cannot take this path.

"Aunt, I know you're doing this for my own good," Lin Fusheng said, his voice softening.

"But this matter is really unnecessary. We can't count on Grandpa. And there's no need to mention foreigners. I know my own situation."

"You...sigh!" Lin Ruoyin sighed heavily when she saw that she couldn't persuade her, her face full of helplessness and heartache.

When he was little, Lin Fusheng listened to her a lot. Now that he's grown up, he's become stubborn.

"Alright, you're stubborn, I can't persuade you."

Lin Ruoyin wiped her eyes, took out a small package carefully wrapped in a handkerchief from her small leather bag, and then took out a flat tin box with an English label, and put it into Lin Fusheng's hand.

"This is some savings your aunt has accumulated over the years, about fifty or sixty silver dollars. It's not much, but you can keep it for yourself."

She pointed to the tin box.

"This was a reward from above for your Uncle Qi, who cracked a smuggling case a couple of months ago. It's said to be some kind of 'strengthening tendons and bones ointment' from the West, which is very useful for martial arts practitioners. He had no use for it, so he said he'd give it to you. Take it; it might be of some help."