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

The backyard of Jinrong Casino.

Lin Fusheng was talking with his aunt and uncle.

Lin Ruoyin gripped his arm tightly, her eyes red and tear tracks still on her face, but she didn't bother to wipe them away.

She repeatedly touched her nephew's arms and shoulders, her rough hands moving with unusual gentleness, as if afraid of hurting him.

"Fusheng, you've lost so much weight..."

Lin Ruoyin's voice trembled as she kept repeating, "I heard someone say there was an accident on Yanjiang Road that day, and my legs went weak with fear. Fusheng, why didn't you just hide..."

She choked up again as she spoke.

Qi Yue stood to the side, still in a daze.

He stared blankly at his nephew.

No one could have imagined that this child would survive a seemingly hopeless situation, let alone that Lin Fusheng could save so many bronze-boned guardians. Now, even the vice president of the credit union regards Lin Fusheng as his savior.

This is incredible! This is truly incredible!

Qi Yue subconsciously rubbed his hands together; his palms were sweaty.

He's about to have dinner with big shots like Rong Chongming and Mo Feihong. How should he eat?

Should we be a little gentler?

"Dinner's ready."

After a while, the beef stew was ready.

A sound came from outside.

Rong Chongming personally arranged for a large iron pot to be brought out, bubbling with steam, and large chunks of tender beef brisket simmering in the thick broth.

"Come on, eat it while it's hot!"

Rong Chongming smiled broadly, "Fusheng, this beef has angelica and astragalus added, it's good for replenishing qi and blood, eat more!"

Lin Fusheng nodded, and everyone then sat down.

Then, Lin Fusheng suddenly noticed Xiao Tian, ​​who was quietly helping out not far away, and said, "Xiao Tian, ​​come and eat with us."

Xiao Tian was taken aback. "This...this isn't right, I'm just a..."

"There's nothing wrong with it."

Lin Fusheng thought that if he invited Xiaotian to have dinner together, no one would object, right?

Upon hearing Lin Fusheng's words, Xiao Tian looked at Mo Feihong and Rong Chongming. Seeing that neither of them said anything, his eyes welled up with tears, and he nodded vigorously before sitting down on the corner of the table next to half a stool.

Lin Fusheng glanced around again and called over a few of his henchmen who usually spoke up for him.

Just then, Xiao Tian leaned close to Lin Fusheng and whispered about Chen Cang.

"Chen Cang just crippled Fatty and his gang, and said he hopes you, Brother Fusheng, will forgive and forget..."

Upon hearing this, Lin Fusheng pondered for a moment, then said, "Then let Chen Cang come over as well."

Upon hearing this, Chen Cang trembled, quickly stepped forward, bowed deeply, and said in a trembling voice, "Thank you, Chief Lin!"

He sat down awkwardly at the lowest seat, his head bowed low.

Rong Chongming glanced at Chen Cang but said nothing.

He originally planned to get rid of Chen Cang once things settled down, but he didn't expect this kid to be so clever and choose his own way out first.

Since that's the case, there's no need for him to go through all that trouble.

The atmosphere during the meal was quite lively.

However, Qi Yue, Lin Ruoyin, Xiao Tian and the others were rather reserved and finished their meal quickly.

After the meal, Lin Fusheng comforted his aunt and uncle, and then got into the car parked at the door with Mo Feihong.

The black sedan slowly drove into the gray, twilight-shrouded streets of Songjiang.

......

At the same time.

The second floor of Jinyulou.

Scarfaced Flood Dragon Wei Hong sat upright in the grand master's chair, his knuckles tapping the armrest.

His face was gloomy, and his brows were filled with a murderous aura that seemed to have been drawn to blood for years.

"What did you say?"

"That kid not only survived, but he also saved Lu Gang?"

"Yes." The kneeling subordinate dared not raise his head. "I happened to be inside the gambling den at the time and witnessed it with my own eyes. Lin Fusheng appeared at Jinrong Gambling Den today, and Lu Gang thanked him in public, calling him his savior. Then Gu Yunzhou personally arrived and dealt with Hua Wendong in public, severing his meridians and killing him on the spot. Hu Tiannan was fined 50% of his property."

"Ancient Cloud Boat?"

Wei Hong frowned deeply.

He just couldn't understand it.

Lin Fusheng was able to survive such a situation.

What he found even more unbelievable was that Lin Fusheng had saved so many people and even made Gu Yunzhou's name on his list?

In fact, he had no grudge against Lin Fusheng, and they had never even met.

It was all just to take over the Jinrong Casino.

But no matter how many times he tried to crush the pebble, he couldn't break it.

Not only did it not break, it has now rolled to Gu Yunzhou's feet.

Wei Hong's face grew increasingly gloomy.

"Pass on my message: leave Lin Fusheng alone for now."

"The Tongxin Society has suffered a great loss this time and will surely retaliate fiercely. From now on, everyone should behave themselves."

"As for Lin Fusheng, he's just a nobody. Killing him sooner or later is just a matter of convenience. We can deal with him after things calm down. We can't let him develop into a hidden expert in a while, can we?"

"No rush, we can kill them later."

The subordinate responded and left.

Wei Hong sat alone in the dimly lit hall, his expression calm.

It's just a piece of stone. He's a powerful expert in internal energy cultivation. If he wants Lin Fusheng dead, it's just a matter of whether Lin Fusheng dies sooner or later.

......

Lin Shouting's home.

In the evening, Lin Shouting sat at the entrance of the main room, holding his gleaming brass pipe, squinting as he puffed on it.

The courtyard gate was suddenly pushed open.

"Old Lin! Old Lin!"

Neighbor Hu Zi burst in, his voice booming loud enough to lift the roof off, "It's incredible! A true dragon has emerged from your Lin family!"

Lin Shouting choked, put down his pipe, and looked bewildered: "Huh?"

Tiger, leaning against the doorframe, panted, "Your grandson... is highly regarded by many important figures. The Lin family is about to soar to new heights!"

Lin Shouting was taken aback at first, then his eyes lit up.

grandson?

Appreciated by an important person?

His mind works incredibly fast.

He only has two grandsons.

I heard that Lin Fusheng is dead.

That leaves Lin Fulai.

Fry is following Mr. Smith.

Big shot, big shot...

Yes!

Good luck!

Lin Shouting immediately threw down his pipe, jumped up, his face beaming with joy, and grabbed Hu Zi's arm:

"Hahaha! You mean my grandson Lin Fulai? Yes, yes! My grandson has made something of himself!"

He turned back and shouted into the house, his voice trembling with excitement:

"Hongyu, Wang Yun, Fulai! Come out!"

Lin Hongyu peeked out from the inner room, holding half a pocket watch part in his hand.

Wang Yun came out of the kitchen wearing an apron, holding a spatula in her hand.

Lin Fulai followed behind, his hair slicked back and shiny, wearing a navy blue school uniform.

"Father, what happened?"

Lin Hongyu asked.

Lin Shouting was beaming with excitement, grabbing his son's arm: "Tiger said our family has produced a true dragon! A big shot values ​​our Fulai! Fulai is going to rise to great heights!"

Lin Fulai, who was standing to the side, straightened his back instinctively when he heard the name "Fulai".

He pursed his lips, trying to appear calm, but the corners of his mouth couldn't help but turn up slightly.

Does a powerful person value me?

Could it be that one of the consuls took a liking to my article praising foreigners?

He quietly adjusted the gold-plated cufflinks on his sleeve.

It seems he's about to become a "decent person".

Lin Hongyu paused, then looked at Hu Zi with a hint of disbelief: "Hu Zi, are you... talking about my Fu Lai?"

Wang Yun stood to the side, her face beaming with undisguised joy.

Tiger was stunned for a moment, looking at this family's incoherent ramblings, he took a breath, and was about to speak—

"Wow! A true dragon has emerged from the Lin family!"

The neighbors had already been startled by Hu Zi's loud voice and came over to see what was going on. Seven or eight neighbors rushed in, and the Lin family's courtyard, which was not large, was immediately crowded together.

Looking at so many people, Lin Shouting grew even more smug. His white beard trembled, and he waved his hands repeatedly at his neighbors, saying, "No, no, no," while his face beamed like an old chrysanthemum: "Hahaha, my grandson is doing well! He's probably made some more foreign gentlemen!"

As he spoke, he turned back and waved repeatedly to Lin Fulai, "Fulai! Come over here and let everyone see!"

Lin Fulai took a deep breath, walked forward with steady steps, slightly raised his chin, and wore a polite smile.

A murmur of admiration arose from the crowd:

"The Lin family is truly blessed with good fortune..."

"Fu Lai has always seemed clever since he was a child..."

Wang Yun's eyes reddened, and she couldn't suppress the smile on her lips.

She quietly tugged at her husband's sleeve: "Hongyu, our son has really made something of himself."

Lin Hongyu remained silent, his gaze complex as he looked at his son, who stood tall and proud in the crowd.

Tiger stood to the side, stamping his feet in frustration.

He tried to interject several times, but Lin Shouting's loud laughter drowned him out.

"Wait!" Tiger finally found an opening and shouted at the top of his lungs, "Let me say something!"

Lin Shouting was in a great mood and patted him on the shoulder: "Okay, okay, go ahead!"

Tiger took a deep breath, wiped the sweat from his brow, and said in a loud and urgent voice:

"I'm talking about Lin Fusheng! Your other grandson, Lin Fusheng!"

"What's the rush, all of you? Your other grandson, Lin Fusheng, isn't dead!"