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

It was three in the morning. Night had fallen over Tazhai Town.

The early autumn wind carried a chill, and there were no streetlights on National Highway 104.

Five light trucks, fully loaded with golden fruit, stood in a row, their engines roaring.

The carriage was completely covered with a thick, military-green tarpaulin, and tied with more than a dozen ropes.

In the lead car, Lin Gang, a young man from the auditorium, gripped the steering wheel. Two of Zhongtang's brothers sat in the passenger seat.

Lin Gang yawned and stepped on the gas. The headlights illuminated the bumpy asphalt road ahead.

"After you get past that bend, you'll be out of town. Once you reach the county seat, go directly to the fresh produce wholesale market to deliver the goods."

"After Liu Da Nao went down, our Lin family's fruit became a hot commodity in the county town," Lin Gang said to the person next to him.

Several hundred meters ahead, several blinding red and blue lights flashed.

Two police Santana cars were parked across the middle of the road, and three rows of red and white reflective cones completely blocked the road to the county town.

Several traffic police officers in uniform stood by the roadside, holding glowing batons.

Lin Gang stepped on the brakes, and the tires left long black marks on the road. Five trucks stopped in front of the road checkpoint.

A chubby traffic policeman walked over and tapped on the car window with his baton. "Knock knock knock."

Lin Gang rolled down the car window, smiling ingratiatingly as he handed over his driver's license and vehicle registration. "Sir, checking cars in the middle of the night?"

The chubby traffic cop didn't even glance at the documents, simply stuffing them into his pocket. "Overloaded, vehicle impounded, get out."

Lin Gang panicked, pushed open the car door, and jumped out.

"Sir, we're transporting golden fruit, and the weight is definitely within acceptable limits. The back has an empty cargo compartment with fruit baskets; you can just weigh it."

"These fruits are precious; we can't afford to lose money if we delay the delivery," Lin Gang argued.

The fat traffic policeman pointed his baton at Lin Gang's nose.

"I said it's overloaded, so it's overloaded. Enough talk, hand over the car keys."

Pull the car over to the side of the road and walk back to Tazhai. I'll pay the fine at the traffic police station tomorrow.

A series of hurried footsteps came from the waist-high grass beside the road.

More than fifty shirtless thugs came out carrying iron bars and baseball bats. The leader was a scarred man with a thick gold chain around his neck.

The scarred man walked up to the fat traffic policeman and handed him a cigarette. "Captain Zhang, thank you for your hard work. Leave the rest to me."

The overweight traffic cop took the cigarette, turned, and walked back to his patrol car. "There are no security cameras here. Don't cause any fatalities. Clean things up thoroughly."

The police car started and drove a few dozen meters before stopping.

Scarface turned his head and looked at Lin Gang.

"Boss Wang has spoken: not a single fruit from the Lin family will be allowed into the county town." Scarface waved his hand.

Dozens of thugs surrounded the truck and smashed the windshield of the truck with iron bars in their hands.

The glass shattered, and shards of glass splashed all over Lin Gang.

Lin Gang and two young men from Zhongtang grabbed the large wrench from the driver's cab.

"Protect the goods!" Lin Gang roared.

Three young men from the Lin family rushed into the crowd. They had never taken the enhancement potion and were no match for the four men, but the men of Tazhai never backed down.

Lin Gang slammed a wrench into a thug's shoulder, and the thug screamed and fell to the ground.

Then, three heavy iron bars slammed down on Lin Gang's back, causing him to stumble and fall to the ground, his clothes covered in mud and water.

The thugs surrounded them, punching and kicking them, but the three men held their heads tightly and didn't utter a sound.

Scarface jumped onto the carriage, ripped open the tarpaulin, and a strong fruity aroma wafted out.

He picked up a box of packaged golden berries and smashed it hard onto the asphalt road. The golden berries rolled all over the ground.

"Smash it! Smash it all! Let these peasants from Tazhai learn a lesson!" Scarface shouted.

Half an hour later, the five trucks were riddled with dents and all their tires were punctured.

The tarpaulin was torn into strips, and the ground was covered with trampled fruit pulp and mud.

Lin Gang and two young men lay in pools of blood, their bodies covered in wounds.

Scarface walked over and stepped on Lin Gang's hand with his leather shoes, grinding it down hard.

"Go back and tell Lin Ting that this is the rule of Dafeng Group. In the county, without President Wang's approval, you can't sell a single hair."

The thugs got into the van and drove away.

Lin Gang struggled to his feet, took out his shattered phone from his pocket, and dialed Lin Fu's number.

The headquarters building of Dafa Group in the county town.

In his top-floor office, Wang Dafa sat on a leather sofa, smoking a cigar.

Sun Qiang, with a bandage on his head, stood to the side.

Wang Dafa's phone rang, and he pressed speakerphone.

Zhang's voice came through the phone.

"Mr. Wang, it's all taken care of. The five trucks the Lin family wanted to take out of town have all been impounded. Brother Hei's men smashed the trucks and beat the men to a pulp."

Wang Dafa exhaled a smoke ring. "Well done, Captain Zhang. I'll treat you to tea another day."

After hanging up the phone, Wang Dafa looked at Sun Qiang.

"See? In the county town, dragons have to coil up and tigers have to lie down."

"That Lin Ting from Tazhai thinks he can turn the world upside down just because he beat a few village bullies? I've cut off his logistics, all his fruit will rot at home." Wang Dafa banged on the table.

Sun Qiang smiled ingratiatingly. "Mr. Wang is brilliant. If the fruit rots, the Lin family won't even have enough to eat."

"At that time, Lin Ting will have to obediently kneel before you and sign the contract."

Wang Dafa stubbed out his cigar in the ashtray. "What I want is more than just a contract; I want the Lin family to be completely unable to hold their heads high in Tazhai."

Seven o'clock in the morning, in the temporary warehouse in the backyard of the Lin's Farmers Market.

Thirty thousand catties of golden fruit were piled up in the warehouse, and the whole courtyard was filled with the fragrance of fruit.

Lin Fu was pacing anxiously with the walkie-talkie in hand, cigarette butts scattered all over the ground.

At this time of day, the goods should have already been delivered to the fresh food supermarkets in the county town, but not a single truck has left today.

My second great-uncle walked into the warehouse with a bamboo cane. He walked very fast, and the cane made a clattering sound on the ground.

"The goods can't be shipped out?" Second Uncle asked.

Lin Fu wiped the sweat from his forehead. "It won't go through. Wang Dafa contacted Captain Zhang from the traffic police team, and also Brother Hei from the underworld."

Checkpoints were set up on all the national and provincial highways. As soon as our vehicles showed up, the traffic police impounded them, and thugs smashed our goods.

They even dug up several dirt roads in the town with their excavators.

Second Uncle gripped his cane tightly.

"This is pushing the Lin family to their doom. The fruit can't be kept for long after it's picked. If it can't be transported out in three days, it will all rot in the warehouse, resulting in a loss of millions every day."

A dilapidated Wuling Hongguang drove into the warehouse courtyard.

The car door opened, and two young men from the auditorium helped Lin Gang, who was covered in blood, out of the car.

Lin Gang had a tattered rag wrapped around his head, his clothes were stained red with blood, and his right arm hung limply at his side.

Second Uncle walked over quickly, and Xiao Wei's mother and several clansmen working in the warehouse also gathered around.

"How did it get like this?" Second Uncle asked.

Lin Gang leaned weakly against the car door.

"Second Uncle, all the goods have been smashed. There are more than fifty of them, and the leader said that this is the rule of Dafeng Group."

The tribespeople were immediately in an uproar.

"Grandpa! Let's fight them!"

"The Lin family will not tolerate this!"

Lin Fei walked in from outside carrying a seamless steel pipe. He saw Lin Gang's miserable state and gritted his teeth.

"I'll go gather some men, drag all the brothers from Zhongtang out, and kill those bastards!" Lin Fei turned and walked out.

"Stop." Lin Ting's voice came from the doorway.

Lin Ting, dressed in a black long coat, walked into the warehouse. He was twirling two walnuts in his hand, making a crackling sound.

Lin Fei stopped in his tracks.

Lin Ting walked up to Lin Gang and looked at the wound on Lin Gang's back.

"Send them to the town health center. The ancestral hall will cover the medical expenses, and each person will receive 100,000 yuan in nutrition allowances," Lin Ting announced.

Several young men helped Lin Gang away.

Second Uncle sighed.

"Grandpa, he has connections in both the legitimate and underworld circles, so our trucks can't get through. If all else fails, we should go to the county and talk to Wang Dafa."

"Admitting our mistake, signing a supply contract, and making less money is better than having tens of thousands of kilograms of fruit rot in the warehouse."

Lin Ting walked up to a basket of golden fruits, picked up a fruit and looked at it.

"Talk? That word doesn't exist in the Lin family's dictionary." Lin Ting threw the fruit back into the basket.

Wang Dafa thought that by controlling the logistics, he could force the Lin family to submit.

Traffic police impounded the vehicle, and thugs smashed the goods. They're used to bullying others in the county town; they really think Tazhai is an easy target.

Lin Ting sat on a wooden chair next to him.

He wanted to completely shatter the self-righteous rules of the county town.

Lin Ting took his phone out of his pocket.

He dialed the phone number of Lao Zhao, the owner of the largest dump truck fleet in Tazhai Town.

"Old Zhao," Lin Ting said.

Old Zhao's respectful voice came from the other end of the phone. "Grandpa Lin, you wanted to see me?"

"How many heavy-duty dump trucks do you have under your command?" Lin Ting asked.

Old Zhao did the math. "Including those under our company, it's a total of one hundred vehicles. Grandpa needs to haul sand?"

Lin Ting placed two walnuts on the wooden table.

"No sand hauling, I'll take all 100 trucks, 5,000 yuan per truck. Fill the truck beds with river sand and fill the fuel tanks to the brim," Lin Ting ordered.