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

Bai Zongming retreated to the corridor, where hundreds of thugs wearing blood-red short-sleeved shirts surrounded him.

The corridor was completely blocked, and the blades of the machetes gleamed white under the wall lamps.

Scarface dragged his knife to the front, the tip scraping against the metal strip at the edge of the carpet, making a harsh, screeching sound.

"Lin Ting, this day next year will be the anniversary of your death." Bai Zongming stood behind the scarred man, his voice carrying through the corridor into the private room.

Lin Ting sat at the head of the tea table, picked up the cup of Da Hong Pao tea, took a sip, and put the cup back on the table.

"Close the door," Lin Ting said.

The heavy mahogany soundproof door of the private room was pushed shut by two men from Zhongtang, blocking the view from the corridor.

Lin Fei stood behind the door, pulled out the steel baton from his waist, and flicked his wrist, sending the baton flying out in two sections.

He took a pair of pure white work gloves out of his suit pocket and slowly put them on.

"Is the surveillance footage cleared?" Lin Fei asked into the miniature microphone on his collar.

Lin Fu sat on the sofa in the corner of the private room, his laptop on his lap, typing on the keyboard.

"It was switched to loop playback half an hour ago," Lin Fu replied without looking up. "I'm connected to Manager Zhang's intranet terminal, and all the hotel's cameras are playing yesterday's footage. I've also blocked Manager Zhang's cell phone signal, so this building can't even make an emergency call now."

Lin Fei tugged at the edge of his white gloves and stretched his neck.

Scarface's roar came from outside the door.

"Kill the man in the black suit, 100,000 yuan reward! Kill the village chief, 5 million yuan reward! Charge in and chop them up!"

A loud crashing sound came from the mahogany soundproof door.

"Open the door," Lin Fei ordered.

Two men from Zhongtang forcefully pulled open the door.

Scarface was leading a dozen thugs to ram the door when it suddenly opened, and the group lost their footing and tumbled into the lobby of the private room.

Lin Fei took a step forward, raised his right leg high, and kicked Scarface in the chest.

Scarface's 200-pound body flew backward, knocking over four red-clad thugs behind him, and slammed heavily against the corridor wall.

"Make your move," Lin Fei uttered.

The dozen or so Zhongtang men guarding the private room drew their batons and followed Lin Fei into the corridor.

The corridor was narrow, and with hundreds of thugs crammed together, they couldn't even wield their machetes properly.

The thugs in the front row regained their footing and raised their machetes to chop down on Lin Fei's head.

Lin Fei raised his left arm and blocked the knife.

The blade struck the sleeve of the suit, tearing the fabric and revealing a dark gray bulletproof bio-fiber vest underneath.

The blade of the machete chipped off a nick.

The thug wielding the knife had his hand ripped open by the shock, the knife fell to the ground, and he stood there stunned.

Lin Fei swung his baton with his right hand and smashed it into the thug's left knee.

A dull thud was heard as the bone broke.

The thug screamed and fell to his knees.

Without pausing, Lin Fei swung his baton backhand and struck another thug on the chin, sending several bloody teeth flying. The man immediately lost consciousness.

At the other end of the corridor, the iron door to the fire escape made a loud bang, the entire door was kicked out of shape and collapsed with a crash.

Lin Dabiao led several hundred Zhongtang men from the stairwell into the top-floor corridor.

Everyone was dressed in black suits, wearing white gloves, holding a tactical riot shield in their left hand and a steel baton in their right.

"Three people per group, push forward!" Lin Dabiao roared.

The loyal men quickly formed a battle formation.

The man at the front held up his shield with both hands, blocking the red-clad thugs' wild slashes.

The men on either side poked their batons out from the gaps in the shields, aiming to strike the knees and wrists.

The machete struck the riot shield, sparks flying, but it couldn't break through the defenses at all.

Several ruthless thugs bypassed the shield and plunged their knives directly into the abdomen and chest of the loyal man.

The knife tip pierced the black suit, struck the bulletproof bio-fiber vest, and could not go any further.

Zhongtang Hanzi didn't even flinch; he swung his stick and smashed the other man's wrist.

The corridor was completely dominated by overwhelming force.

The sounds of bones breaking, metal clanging, and thugs screaming mingled together.

The Blood Robe Gang members usually commit violence and infighting on the streets, relying on their ruthlessness and numerical advantage.

Today they ran into the Tazhai Zhongtang gang, who were fully armed, disciplined, and ruthless.

The thugs in the front row had their arms and legs broken and were lying on the ground howling in pain.

The thugs behind them saw that the machete couldn't even cut through the other man's clothes, and they were so frightened that they retreated repeatedly.

"Don't back down! Hold the line!" Scarface shouted, waving his machete as he got up from the ground.

Lin Fei stepped over the broken glass and the bodies of the thugs scattered on the ground and walked straight toward the scarred man.

Scarface gripped the knife with both hands and slashed horizontally at Lin Fei's neck with all his might.

Lin Fei neither dodged nor evaded, but reached out with his left hand and precisely grabbed the back of the knife.

Scarface tried to pull the knife back forcefully, but the blade didn't budge.

Lin Fei raised his baton with his right hand and slammed it down on Scarface's right shoulder blade.

With a muffled crack, the bone shattered.

Scarface loosened his grip on the knife handle, clutched his shoulder, and knelt on the ground, his red short-sleeved shirt soaked with cold sweat.

Lin Fei kicked the machete off the ground, grabbed the scarred man by the collar, and lifted him up.

The battle in the corridor was nearing its end.

Most of the hundreds of Blood Robe Gang thugs were rolling on the ground, while the rest threw down their knives, covered their heads with their hands, and squatted in the corner.

Lin Dabiao walked up to a thug who was crouching down with his head in his hands and kicked him in the shoulder.

"Throw it down," Lin Dabiao ordered.

Two men from Zhongtang walked over, each grabbing one of the thug's arms, dragged him to the stairwell, and threw him down the steps.

The thug's body tumbled down the steps and crashed into the wall with a muffled groan.

The men from Zhongtang in the corridor began cleaning up the scene.

They carried the thugs whose arms and legs had been broken, and threw them one by one into the stairwell of the fire escape like sacks.

From the top floor to the first floor, the stairwell was filled with people wearing red short-sleeved shirts.

Bai Zongming stood at the elevator entrance at the end of the corridor, gripping the hem of his suit jacket with both hands.

He watched as the Blood Robe Hall, which he had invested heavily in, was completely crushed in less than ten minutes.

The clothes of those men in black suits were torn and tattered, but not one of them bled or fell down.

Bai Zongming's legs went weak, and he collapsed onto the carpet.

The sandalwood cane in his hand rolled to the side.

His trump card, which he had relied on, proved utterly ineffective against the Lin family.

Lin Fei dragged the scarred man to the door of the private room and threw him onto the carpet.

Lin Ting walked out of the private room, his leather shoes stepping on the carpet covered with knife marks.

He walked up to Bai Zongming and looked down at this bigwig from the provincial capital.

"Patriarch Bai, you've played all your cards," Lin Ting said.

Bai Zongming looked up at Lin Ting.

"Lin Ting, you can't kill me. I am the head of the Bai family. If I die, the provincial capital will be in chaos, and the higher-ups will not let you off the hook!" Bai Zongming's voice trembled as he pulled out his last trump card.

Lin Ting ignored him and turned to look at the scarred man on the ground.

"Where is the Blood Robe Hall's headquarters?" Lin Ting asked.

Scarface gritted his teeth, clutching his broken shoulder, and remained silent.

Having been in the underworld for so many years, he knew the consequences of betraying his gang.

Lin Fei stepped forward, raised the steel baton in his hand, and smashed it down on the scarred man's intact left knee.

The bones were completely pulverized.

Scarface let out a scream, curled up into a ball, and rolled around on the ground frantically.

"I'll talk! I'll talk!" Scarface couldn't hold on any longer, panting heavily. "In the north of the city... the abandoned meat processing plant in the north of the city. The gang leader and the rest of the brothers are there."