Gao Wu: Oh no! Young Master Zhen is a cultivator!

After buying more than a dozen pieces of clothing and four or five pairs of shoes, Lin Ran finally couldn't help but say, "That's about enough. I still need to go to the orphanage later."

"It's still a long way off." Song Yishu pointed to the third floor: "The custom-made shop is up there; we've already made an appointment."

The two went up to the third floor, where the environment was noticeably quieter.

An Italian bespoke tailoring workshop occupies half of the corridor, with several well-tailored suits displayed in the window.

The shop manager was a master craftsman in his fifties, with neatly combed gray hair and wearing gold-rimmed glasses.

When he saw Song Yishu enter, he immediately put down the measuring tape in his hand and went to greet her.

"Madam Lin. And who is this?"

"My son." Song Yishu pushed Lin Ran forward. "Let me measure him."

"So it's your son! He is indeed a handsome and talented man!"

The experienced craftsman circled around Lin Ran and picked up a measuring tape from the worktable.

I measured his shoulder width, chest circumference, waist circumference, and sleeve length quickly and attentively, noting down a number on a sticky note next to him after each measurement.

"Young Master Lin's shoulder proportions are excellent, a perfect inverted triangle." The tailor adjusted his glasses. "He'll look absolutely radiant in his new clothes."

Song Yishu leaned closer to look at the numbers on the sticky note, her brows furrowing slightly.

"Isn't your waist too thin?" She turned to Lin Ran. "Have you been eating properly?"

Lin Ran shrugged: "I'm a martial artist! I can't just eat myself into becoming fat, can I?"

"You're too thin. You need to eat more in the future." Song Yishu paused slightly and continued, "I'll arrange for the kitchen to make more nutritious soups. You need to nourish your body."

"Actually, there's really no need for that." Lin Ran's lips twitched slightly.

He has now reached the sixth level of Qi Refining, and even if he doesn't eat for ten days or half a month, it won't affect his bodily functions.

The reason he looks thin is simply because he has a good physique.

Unaware of the truth, Song Yishu looked at the master tailor and said, "Could the waist be loosened a little? Maybe he'll gain weight in a few days and then he won't be able to wear it."

"Don't worry, Madam Lin, the new clothes will definitely fit perfectly."

Song Yishu nodded and pointed to several pieces of fabric, asking Lin Ran which color he liked.

Lin Ran glanced at them and casually pointed to two pieces of dark fabric.

Seeing this, Song Yishu chose another light-colored set and looked at the master craftsman: "I'll take one set of each of these three colors, and expedite their production. How long will it take?"

"About two weeks," the experienced craftsman replied casually.

It was past eleven o'clock when they came out of the workshop. Song Yishu wanted to take him to see other shops, but Lin Ran firmly refused.

"That's enough! I won't need to buy clothes for years!"

"Where would we get enough clothes?" Song Yishu took out her phone and glanced at the time. "Aren't you going to the orphanage? Have Lao Zhou take you."

"No need, I'll take a taxi myself."

"Come back early this afternoon, and I'll have the kitchen make you some soup tonight."

"understood."

Lin Ran got into a taxi parked on the side of the road and drove away quickly.

As we approached the welfare home, we could see a crowd gathered at the entrance from afar.

Lin Ran told the driver to stop the car and quickly walked over.

Upon approaching, I saw an elderly man with gray hair huddled on the steps in front of the welfare home, surrounded by three young men wearing black vests.

One of the bald men kicked the old man in the thigh.

"Old man, you won't listen to reason, so you'll have to suffer the consequences. You're so old, why are you still trying to act tough?"

Several children from the welfare home were crammed into the porch, the youngest being seven or eight years old and the oldest eleven or twelve, all with red eyes.

Lin Qinghe is not here?

Lin Ran glanced at the situation and quickened his pace.

The bald man raised his foot again, but before it could land, Lin Ran grabbed it.

Click!

The sound of an ankle dislocation could be heard.

"what!"

The bald man screamed in pain, and the veins on his forehead bulged out.

Lin Ran released his grip and simultaneously slapped the bald man across the face.

Snapped!

The bald man fell backward, his mouth full of blood.

The guys next to him reacted quickly and swung their fists at Lin Ran.

Bang!Bang!Bang!

In just three seconds, seven or eight thugs were lying sprawled on the ground.

Bones were broken and tendons were snapped, and cries of agony filled the air.

"Kid, do you know who you've messed with?" The bald man propped himself up and sat up from the ground, spitting out a mouthful of bloody saliva.

Lin Ran replied nonchalantly, "Do you even know who you've messed with?"

"You just wait!" With that, the bald man took out his cell phone from his pocket and dialed a number.

After the call connected, his tone became extremely respectful: "Hey, Young Master Zhao, we've run into a tough nut to crack, and they've beaten up all the brothers..."

Then, a curse could be faintly heard from the other end of the phone.

The bald man responded repeatedly, "Yes, yes, Young Master Zhao, please forgive me. What do you think about this matter…?"

He listened to the instructions over the phone and nodded repeatedly.

After hanging up the phone, he looked up at Lin Ran and said, "Kid, you wait, someone's going to take care of you soon!"

Although there was still blood and foam at the corner of his mouth, his smile was exceptionally arrogant.

"You think I'm just supposed to wait because you tell me to?" Lin Ran crouched down, bringing his eyes to his level. "Tell me, who is this Young Master Zhao you're talking about?"

"What? Scared?" The bald man wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his expression arrogant.

"Young Master Zhao is of course the eldest son of the Zhao family of Xinhai! He's taken a liking to this land. If you refuse to move out, you'll be in big trouble!"

Lin Ran nodded: "So it's the Zhao family."

He stood up, took out his phone, and dialed Zhao Meng's number.

The call was quickly answered, and Zhao Meng's voice came through: "Hey? Brother Ran? What made you think of calling me?"

Lin Ran went straight to the point: "Who is your eldest young master?"

Upon hearing Lin Ran's question, Zhao Meng was visibly taken aback: "What young master? Oh, you mean my cousin Zhao Hao?"

"Tell your cousin to immediately remove all the people from the entrance of the Ping An Welfare Home, or he'll face the consequences!"

Zhao Meng's voice tightened noticeably: "Did he offend you? Fine, I'll inform him right away!"

After hanging up the phone, Lin Ran put his phone back in his pocket, looked at the bald man, and gave him a half-smile.

The arrogance on the bald man's face subsided a bit, and his eyes darted around as he looked Lin Ran up and down in his school uniform.

He hesitated for a few seconds, then hardened his stance again.

"Kid, don't play dumb. We're backed by Young Master Zhao. You think you can intimidate people with just a random phone call?"

Lin Ran casually asked, "How much do you earn a month?"

The bald man was taken aback by the question: "What?"

"How much does he pay you for doing things for him?" Lin Ran pressed.

"What's it to you?"

Lin Ran stomped on the bald man's other undamaged leg: "How much do you get paid a month to risk your life like this?"

"what!"

The bald man screamed in agony, beads of sweat rolling down his forehead as he trembled all over in pain.

"You're finished! You're dead!"

"Is that so? I'll see how I die."

Lin Ran helped Grandpa Zhang up and said to an older boy, "Take your younger siblings back inside and close the door."

The boy nodded vigorously: "Brother Lin Ran, be careful!"

After saying that, he turned around and pushed the little ones inside the door, then casually closed the door.

Grandpa Zhang looked at Lin Ran and sighed, "Sigh... you shouldn't have gotten involved in these things."

"That's too formal," Lin Ran said dismissively.

Just then, the sound of an engine came from the street corner.

Two police cars, one after the other, stopped at the entrance of the welfare home. The doors opened simultaneously, and five security guards jumped out.

The leader was a sheriff in his forties, with three stripes on his epaulets and a gloomy face.

He glanced at the thugs lying haphazardly on the ground, his brows furrowing, before his gaze settled on Lin Ran.

"Did you beat up all these people?"

"I did the beating," Lin Ran replied casually. "However, they beat the old man first, and I hit them afterward. That should be considered an act of heroism."

The sheriff scoffed, "Hmph! Whether it's an act of heroism or not isn't for you to decide. Now come with us to the station!"

"What if I say no?" Lin Ran asked indifferently.

Normally, going to the police station wouldn't be a big deal, but he just didn't want to go today.

If these sheriffs really want to distort the truth, he wouldn't mind making a big fuss about it.