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

Lin Ting held his phone, listening to Lao Zhao's reply.

"When the old man gave the order, all the dump trucks in Tazhai stopped work. One hundred heavy dump trucks all drove to the town entrance within half an hour."

"The truck bed is full of river sand, and the fuel tank is full," Old Zhao assured him, patting his chest on the other end of the phone.

Lin Ting hung up the call and threw his phone on the wooden table.

My second great-uncle was leaning on a bamboo cane, his hands trembling.

"Grandpa, if you hire a hundred dump trucks, you can earn 500,000 a day."

"If we can't get the goods out, we'll have to keep throwing money at it. Wang Dafa has deep roots in the county; we can't beat him."

Lin Fu was sweating profusely with anxiety: "Yes, Grandpa, what are we going to transport if we charter this cart?"

The fruit is easily bruised and damaged; a dump truck can't carry golden fruit.

Lin Ting stood up from the wooden chair, picked up two walnuts from the table, and cracked them in his palm.

"Lin Fu, go to the account and withdraw 500,000 yuan in cash, then give it to Lao Zhao," Lin Ting ordered.

Lin Fu didn't dare to talk back, and ran out to get the money.

Lin Ting looked at Lin Fei, who was standing at the door.

"Go to Zhongtang and select one hundred brothers who have drunk the medicinal soup. Each of them should be in a car with a walkie-talkie."

Lin Fei gripped the seamless steel pipe in his hand and loudly replied, "Understood!"

Eight o'clock in the morning.

On the wide dirt road at the entrance of Tazhai Town, the roar of diesel engines filled the air.

One hundred red heavy dump trucks lined up in four columns, completely blocking the road in and out of the town, and the air was thick with the pungent smell of diesel fuel.

Old Zhao stood beside the lead car, his face covered in sweat. When he saw Lin Ting walking over, he quickly went to greet him.

"Grandpa, all the trucks are ready. Each truck has a carrying capacity of forty tons, and the truck beds are full of coarse sand freshly dredged from the Tazhai River. The tires are packed tightly," Old Zhao reported.

Lin Ting nodded, and a hundred Zhongtang men wearing black vests walked over in neat rows.

Each of them carried a walkie-talkie and had a solid rubber baton tucked into their belt. No one spoke; only the sound of synchronized footsteps could be heard.

Lin Fei walked to the front of the line. "Get in! One person per car, sit in the front passenger seat!"

One hundred men quickly dispersed, opened the car doors, and climbed onto the tall dump truck.

Lin Ting walked to the front of the car, and Lin Fei opened the back door and covered the roof with his hand.

Lin Ting got into the back seat, Lin Fei closed the door, and jumped into the passenger seat himself.

Lin Ting pressed the call button on the car radio.

"Let's go," Lin Ting said.

One hundred dump trucks were simultaneously engaged in gear, spewing thick black smoke from their exhaust pipes.

The convoy, resembling a long red steel dragon, drove out of Tazhai Town and headed towards National Highway 104.

National Highway 104 is the only way to reach the county seat.

Scarface sat on a large rock by the roadside, eating a slice of watermelon.

More than fifty shirtless thugs lay sprawled in the grass, some smoking, others playing cards.

Three dilapidated Jinbei vans were parked across the middle of the road, and rows of red and white reflective cones completely blocked the road.

The five smashed light trucks belonging to the Lin family were still lying in the ditch by the roadside.

A thug with dyed yellow hair approached Scarface and offered him a cigarette.

"Brother Hei, we've been guarding this place all day. Those peasants from Tazhai haven't even dared to show their faces; they're probably scared after being beaten yesterday."

Scarface spat out watermelon seeds, took the cigarette, and lit it.

"In this county town, Boss Wang is the boss. Cut off their access, and they'll starve. Who does Lin Ting think he is, daring to challenge the Dafeng Group?"

A private car with out-of-town license plates drove up and stopped in front of the roadblock. The driver leaned out and was about to honk the horn.

Scarface walked over with a machete and kicked the car door.

"Dafa Group is on business, the road is closed! Go back and take a detour!" Scarface raised his machete and gestured.

The driver turned pale with fright and quickly turned the steering wheel around and fled. The thugs burst into laughter.

Before the laughter had even stopped, the ground began to shake.

The muddy water in the roadside puddle rippled in circles, and the gravel on the ground bounced on the asphalt road.

The roar of diesel engines came from the direction of Tazhai Town, growing louder and louder until it became a continuous sound.

Scarface dropped the cigarette in his hand, stood up, and looked at the bend at the end of the national highway.

A red heavy-duty dump truck drove out. Then came the second, the third, the tenth…

One hundred dump trucks lined up in a long line, occupying both lanes, and drove towards the road checkpoint.

The massive front of the vehicle gleamed in the sunlight, and its tens of tons of weight caused the road to creak and groan.

Scarface stood there, stunned.

The blond-haired guy plopped down on the ground in fright, pointing ahead. "Black...Brother Black, cars...so many cars!"

Scarface gritted his teeth and steeled his resolve. He picked up his machete and walked to the middle of the road.

"What are you afraid of! We have Boss Wang behind us! They wouldn't dare to come at us even if they had ten lives! Grab your weapons and stop them!"

Dozens of thugs gritted their teeth and got up, holding iron bars and baseball bats, and hid behind the Jinbei van.

Inside the lead car.

Lin Fei looked at the roadblocks and thugs a hundred meters ahead, then turned to look at the back row.

"Grandpa, there's a scarred man ahead, and three bread carts are stopped in the middle of the road."

Lin Ting sat in a leather chair, twirling two walnuts in his hands, which made a crackling sound.

He picked up the walkie-talkie and pressed the call button. "Don't slow down, ram them," Lin Ting ordered.

The lead truck driver slammed on the gas pedal, and the dump truck's engine roared to life.

At a speed of 60 kilometers per hour, carrying the enormous inertia of 40 tons of river sand, the heavy truck headed directly into the bread truck in the middle of the road.

Scarface's legs went weak as he watched the heavy dump truck continue its relentless march. He dropped his machete and scrambled towards the roadside ditch.

The dump truck's cab collided with the first Jinbei van, producing a piercing metallic tearing sound.

The van was crushed like a cardboard box, and the windows shattered into countless fragments that flew in all directions.

The dump truck pushed the deformed bread cart forward for more than ten meters, eventually shoving it into the farmland beside the road.

The reflective cones were crushed into pieces of plastic by the huge wheels, making a crisp cracking sound.

A second dump truck came rushing over and smashed the remaining two bread carts into scrap metal.

More than fifty thugs lay prone in the muddy ditch, not daring to lift their heads, while a hundred dump trucks roared past them in a line.

The wind whipped up by the wheels, carrying sand and dust, lashed against the thugs' faces.

Scarface lay prone at the bottom of the ditch, his crotch soaked.

He took out his phone with the cracked screen and dialed Wang Dafa's number several times before finally getting through.

The convoy broke through the roadblocks without stopping a single vehicle.

One hundred dump trucks drove off the national highway unscathed and into the county town.

On the wide asphalt road, a hundred heavy trucks lined up in a long, menacing line.

Private cars on the road turned on their right turn signals and pulled over to the side of the road, close to the curb.

The drivers rolled down their windows and looked at the massive convoy, but no one dared to honk their horns.

Seeing this commotion, the traffic police officers on duty at the intersection forgot to wave their batons. The convoy ignored the red light and drove straight through the intersection.

Lin Fei sat in the passenger seat, looking at the road sign ahead. He picked up the walkie-talkie and looked back at the back seat.

"Grandpa, our fruit is still in the warehouse. This cart is full of sand. Where are we going into town now?" Lin Fei asked.

Lin Ting stopped playing with the walnuts and placed the two walnuts on the chair next to him.

"Doesn't Wang Dafa like to block roads?" Lin Ting looked at the tall buildings of the county town outside the car window.

"Drive to the headquarters of Dafa Group and seal off his building."