I chose one of four options at the start, and I chose the number one clan in Lingnan.

Lin Fu covered the microphone of the red secure landline and turned to look at Lin Ting.

"Grandpa, Bai Zongming, the head of the Bai family."

Lin Ting put the two walnuts into his pocket, walked over and took the receiver.

A low cough came from the other end of the phone, followed by the deep, authoritative voice of a middle-aged man.

"Grandpa Lin, the younger generation is truly formidable. That little brat Bai Yu doesn't know any manners and has caused you trouble."

If you can't handle the resources in the South District Logistics Park, the Bai family is willing to take them back at double the market price.

"Let's sit down and settle this 3 billion yuan messy debt." Bai Zongming said calmly.

Lin Ting held the receiver and listened to what was said.

"Old Master Bai is still alive, and you're already in such a hurry to make a scene?" Lin Ting asked.

The breathing on the other end of the phone became heavier.

"Lin Ting, the post for Baiyun Villa has been sent out. The provincial capital is a dangerous place; if those muddle-footed folks from Tazhai step in, they'll easily drown."

"Know when to quit while you're ahead. The Bai family will leave you some face." Bai Zongming's voice turned somber.

"It's hard to explain over the phone," Lin Ting replied.

"How do you want to talk?"

"I will personally go to the provincial capital and teach the Bai family how to behave properly."

After Lin Ting finished speaking, he immediately put the receiver back on the landline.

With a click, the call was aborted.

Leng Qiu sat on the wooden chair next to him, then paused.

"You hung up on Bai Zongming?" Leng Qiu put down her teacup.

"Bai Zongming isn't some greenhorn like Bai Yu. He's been operating in the provincial capital for twenty years, and he's got connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles. If you go there now, you're just walking straight into his killing trap."

Lin Ting didn't look at her, but turned to look at Lin Fei.

"Have Zhongtang prepare the carriage," Lin Ting ordered.

Lin Fei smiled.

"Grandpa, how many brothers are going?"

"Bring them all."

Lin Fei turned and ran out of the ancestral hall.

Less than ten minutes later, the engine roared at the entrance of Tazhai Village.

Fifty identical black SUVs lined up in two rows, occupying the entire asphalt road leading out of the village.

All five hundred elite soldiers of Zhongtang were present, all dressed in black suits with bulletproof bio-fiber vests underneath, and their trunks were filled with steel batons and tactical riot shields.

Lin Ting walked out of the ancestral hall, his walnut wood cane tapping on the bluestone slab, producing a dull knocking sound.

Lin Fu followed behind, carrying his laptop.

Leng Qiu stood by the car door, looking at the grand spectacle, feeling a little apprehensive.

"The four major families are deeply rooted in the provincial capital. If you drive in so ostentatiously, the road administration and the municipal bureau will definitely set up roadblocks to intercept you."

"The Bai family has countless informants in the provincial capital. Before the convoy even enters the city, they've already laid a trap for you to fall into," Leng Qiu said.

"Deputy Director Liu is locked up in the basement of Tazhai. Who in the road administration dares to stop him?" Lin Fu glanced at her.

Lin Ting sat in the back of the lead car.

"drive."

Fifty black SUVs simultaneously turned on their headlights, and the convoy drove out of Tazhai and headed straight for National Highway 104.

On the highway, the convoy stretched out in a long, black line. Private cars and trucks along the way swerved to avoid it, not even daring to occupy the overtaking lane.

Leng Qiu sat in the second car, watching the scenery rushing past the window.

"Is your Grandfather Lin always so ruthless in his actions?" Leng Qiu asked Lin Dabiao, who was driving.

Lin Dabiao gripped the steering wheel with both hands.

"My grandfather taught us that if someone holds a knife to your neck, you can't just try to take the knife away; you have to chop off the hand holding the knife."

The convoy traveled smoothly without any obstacles. The ruins of the provincial border toll station had not yet been completely cleared, and several road administration pickup trucks were parked on the side of the road.

When the road administration enforcement officers saw the uniform black SUVs, Wang Jian, who was leading the group, turned pale. Instead of stopping them, he waved for his men to remove all the warning lines.

Fifty SUVs roared past, kicking up clouds of dust.

At 5 p.m., the convoy officially entered the southern district of the provincial capital.

Buckingham Palace Hotel, the most luxurious place for extravagant spending in the southern part of the provincial capital.

The entire building was magnificent and glittering, with luxury cars parked at the entrance, and the people coming and going were all prominent businessmen from the provincial capital.

A black SUV drove straight onto the semi-circular plaza in front of the hotel, the screeching sound of its brakes seeming particularly abrupt.

Then came the second, the third, the tenth...

Fifty SUVs recklessly rammed through the bollards in the square, completely blocking the gate, driveway, and both sides of the fountain.

The Porsches and Maybachs that were originally parked in the square were forced into a corner.

A rich second-generation heir who had just gotten out of a Porsche was about to start cursing, but seeing this, he swallowed his swear words and shrank back by the car door, not daring to move.

The car doors opened in unison.

Five hundred men in black suits filed out of the car and formed a square in the square. Their leather shoes clicked in unison on the granite paving stones.

The doorman at the hotel entrance was so frightened that he retreated behind the glass door and forgot to press the intercom button.

Lin Ting pushed open the car door and got out, leaning on his cane.

Lin Fei walked in front and kicked open the hotel's revolving glass door.

Inside the lobby, the crystal chandelier dazzled the eye.

Just as several uniformed security guards were about to step forward to stop him, more than a dozen elite members of the Loyal Hall behind Lin Fei surrounded him.

Without saying a word.

The stainless steel baton slid out from the cuff.

Before the security guard at the front could even touch the rubber baton at his waist, Lin Fei struck him on the inside of the knee with the baton, causing him to fall to his knees.

Seeing this, the remaining security guards all stopped in their tracks, not daring to take another step forward.

"Clear the area," Lin Fei ordered.

Fifty elite soldiers from the Loyal Hall dispersed to guard the four exits of the main hall, the elevator shaft, and the fire escape.

The guests who were checking in in the lobby all retreated and huddled in the sofa area, no one daring to make a sound.

A man dressed in an expensive suit and wearing gold-rimmed glasses ran out from the backstage, sweating profusely.

"Gentlemen, let's talk this out! I'm the manager here, my surname is Zhang. Our hotel is owned by the Bai family..."

Before Manager Zhang could finish speaking, Lin Fei grabbed his tie and dragged him onto the marble tabletop at the front desk.

"It's not your place to give out company names when the Lin family is doing business." Lin Fei patted Manager Zhang's face.

Lin Ting walked in, leaning on his cane, and stopped in front of Manager Zhang.

Lin Fu took a black bank card out of his briefcase and slapped it on the marble tabletop.

"The Lin family has booked this hotel for today. All unauthorized personnel must leave within five minutes," Lin Fu said to Manager Zhang.

Manager Zhang glanced at the card, then at the hundreds of people packed into the lobby, sweat dripping down his forehead.

"Boss, the hotel is fully booked. Forcibly kicking people out is against the rules."

"Besides, this is the Bai family's property. What you're doing..." Manager Zhang said with a forced smile, trying to stall for time.

Lin Ting tapped his cane on the table with a dull thud.

"I'm only giving you five minutes. After five minutes, anyone standing in the lobby except for members of the Lin family will have their legs broken."

Manager Zhang wiped away a bead of cold sweat and nodded repeatedly.

"I'll get on it right away, I'll get on it right away."

He turned around and winked at the young woman at the front desk, signaling her to hurry up and check out.

Manager Zhang retreated to the corner of the corridor, his back to the lobby, and quickly reached into his pocket to pull out his phone. He blindly typed a string of characters and pressed send.

Leng Qiu stood on one side of the lobby, her gaze sweeping over Manager Zhang's back.

"The Bai family has a secret stake in this hotel, and that manager is the one who informed them," Leng Qiu said in a low voice as she walked up to Lin Ting.

Lin Ting sat down in the center of the sofa and rested his cane on the armrest.

"I'm afraid he won't send a message." Lin Ting picked up a welcome candy from the coffee table and unwrapped it.

The guests in the lobby were quickly cleared out. A few fools tried to cause trouble, but the men from Zhongtang pointed batons at their noses and immediately quieted down.

Five hundred elite soldiers from the Zhongtang Army took over the entire Buckingham Palace Hotel, inside and out.

Outside the gate, fifty off-road vehicles formed an ironclad defensive line.

Less than ten minutes had passed.

From the end of the street outside the hotel, came the sound of a rapid engine roar.

Four bulletproof Mercedes-Benz S-Class sedans broke the speed limit on the street and came to a stop outside the SUV's defensive line with a sudden stop.

The car door opened.

Bai Zongming, the head of the Bai family, led a team of bodyguards wearing trench coats and carrying guns with bulging waistbands into the hotel.