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

Two o'clock in the morning, at the Chengbei Seafood Wholesale Market.

The streets were deserted, and fifteen mud-covered bread carts with their lights off slowly pulled up along the curb outside the market.

The car door opened. More than 150 thugs wielding machetes and galvanized steel pipes jumped out and gathered in front of the market's rusty iron gate.

The bald man walked at the front, tossed the solid iron rod in his hand, and turned to walk toward a black Mercedes parked at the back.

The rear window of the Mercedes-Benz was lowered halfway, and Mr. Liu sat in the leather seat, a thick cigar between his fingers, the cigarette butt glowing intermittently in the darkness.

"Mr. Liu, we've found out everything." The bald man leaned against the car window and lowered his voice.

"The Lin family caused a big commotion at the municipal square this afternoon, and even Commander Chen from the Municipal Construction Committee was arrested."

"Right now, all those people from Tazhai are throwing a victory celebration party in town. There's not a single temporary worker to unload the seafood market, let alone anyone to watch it."

Mr. Liu took a deep drag on his cigar and exhaled a thick cloud of smoke.

"Lin Ting thought that if he removed the backer behind me, he could do whatever he wanted in the city."

"Tonight I'll show him just how deep the waters run in the city." Mr. Liu flicked cigar ash onto the bald man's sleeve.

"Bring your men in. Smash the water tanks, the icehouse, the stalls—completely smash them to pieces."

"Drag all the seafood out of their freezers and throw it on the street. I'm going to make sure this market can't sell a single rotten fish tomorrow."

"What will the police say if something happens?" the bald man asked.

"I have three million in cash in my bag. After we smash this up, we'll break up and hide for a few days. You'll get your money back. Go take care of it." Boss Liu waved his hand.

The bald man straightened up, walked to the iron gate, and kicked open the lock hanging on it.

The iron gate made a screeching sound as more than 150 people followed the bald man into the market.

The market was vast, pitch black, and filled with the strong smell of seawater.

The stalls on both sides were all covered with black waterproof tarpaulins, and the oxygen generators and water pumps that usually roared all night were completely silent today.

Using the moonlight outside, the bald man led his men to the largest seafood wholesale area in the center.

"Boss, this is fucking weird." A young man with blond hair approached, his voice a little shaky. "There isn't even a stray cat in this place. It's too quiet."

"Quiet isn't good enough. When they open the door tomorrow morning and see broken glass and rotten fish and shrimp all over the floor, their expressions will be priceless."

The bald man raised the iron bar in his hand. "Brothers, let's get to work."

He swung the iron bar and smashed it hard against a two-meter-tall glass aquarium in front of him.

The iron rod fell with a whoosh, less than half an inch from the glass.

*Slap.* *Slap.* *Slap.*

More than thirty high-powered searchlights at the top of the market were connected to the power supply.

A dazzling white light shone down from above, illuminating the entire 5,000-square-meter market without any blind spots.

The 150-plus thugs, blinded by the bright light, dropped their weapons, covered their eyes, and screamed.

Accompanied by glaring lights, four dull metallic clanging sounds echoed around the market.

The heavy-duty anti-theft roller shutters at the four main gates in the east, west, south, and north crashed down with a loud bang, slamming heavily onto the concrete ground and completely sealing off the entire market.

The bald man squinted to adjust to the light, lowered his arms to see his surroundings clearly, and felt a chill run down his spine.

The circular corridor on the second floor of the market was packed with people.

More than three hundred men in black vests lined up in two layers, carrying meter-long crowbars and fire axes, looking down at them.

The market was completely silent, save for heavy breathing.

Heavy footsteps echoed on the iron staircase leading from the second floor to the first floor.

Lin Dabiao was shirtless, with a long knife scar on his chest.

He carried a half-meter-long fish-killing knife, its blade gleaming white under the searchlight. With each step he took, the iron staircase clanged loudly.

The bald man swallowed hard, took two steps back, and shouted at the people on the stairs.

"Lin Dabiao, didn't you lead a group to cause trouble at Longhai Building Materials Market and get detained by the Municipal Public Security Bureau?"

Lin Dabiao walked to the ground floor and patted his thigh with the flat side of the fish-killing knife.

"Mr. Liu is really out of touch with the news. This afternoon, my great-grandfather sent the brothers from the auditorium to the Municipal Bureau to pay the bail."

"We dumped our one million yuan in cash directly on the desk of your Longhai Building Materials legal department, and the opposing lawyer was so scared that he didn't dare to sign anything."

Lin Dabiao grinned, revealing a mouthful of yellow teeth.

The bald man gripped the iron bar tightly, staring at the blocked exit, and forced himself to shout.

"Lin Dabiao, your family shouldn't be implicated. Your Lin family does business in the city, so you'll inevitably have to deal with people in the underworld sooner or later."

"If you let us go today, we will never set foot in this area of ​​the north of the city again!" the bald man shouted.

Lin Dabiao stepped forward and kicked over the plastic basin in front of him.

"When you led your men to chop down our front door with knives, did you ever think about leaving yourself an escape route?"

"Our Lin family are respectable business people. We don't understand your underworld rules. We only recognize the clan rules set by our great-grandfather." Lin Dabiao spat.

The bald man gritted his teeth and pointed at the men on the second floor.

"So what if there are more of you? We're all made of flesh and blood. If it really comes to bloodshed, nobody should back down."

"Brothers, we have knives, let's fight our way out!" The bald man raised an iron bar and shouted to the thugs behind him.

Several daring thugs raised their machetes and tried to rush towards the roller shutter door.

Lin Dabiao raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

The men from Zhongtang on the second floor simultaneously pulled out thick steel bars from behind their backs.

Three hundred strands of threaded steel bar struck the iron railing, producing a series of metallic booming sounds.

The sound made the eardrums of the 150 thugs ache, and their courage, which had just been mustered, completely vanished.

"You think you can compete with the Lin family in ruthlessness?" Lin Dabiao slammed the fish-killing knife into the cutting board. "You bunch of scum who only do things for money don't deserve it."

Outside the market at this time.

Mr. Liu sat in the Mercedes-Benz and heard the sound of the roller shutter door hitting the floor repeatedly, causing his heart to clench.

He pushed open the door of the Mercedes and stood on the side of the road looking into the market.

The entire market was completely blocked by high walls and rolled-up doors, allowing only a blinding white light to shine through.

There was no sound of smashing or breaking inside; it was completely silent.

Mr. Liu took out his phone and dialed the bald man's number.

The phone went dead.

"Drive! Drive now! Back to the city!" Mr. Liu yelled at the driver as he climbed back into the car.

The driver stepped on the gas, and before the Mercedes had gone ten meters, two heavy dump trucks loaded with river sand turned out from the intersection.

It was parked directly in the middle of the road, completely blocking the Mercedes' path.

The driver frantically tried to shift into reverse and back up.

Two more cement mixer trucks arrived from behind, completely blocking their escape route.

Dozens of young men from the Lin family, dressed in black vests, jumped out of the car, carrying large wrenches, and surrounded the Mercedes-Benz.

The one leading the group was Lin Fei.

Lin Fei walked to the Mercedes-Benz, swung the wrench in his hand, and smashed it directly down the rear window.

The explosion-proof glass is cracked with dense spiderweb-like patterns.

Mr. Liu was so frightened that he huddled in the leather seat, covering his head with his hands and screaming.

Lin Fei smashed it three times, and the entire piece of glass shattered and fell into the carriage.

He reached out, grabbed Mr. Liu by the hair, and dragged his obese half-body out of the car window.

"Mr. Liu isn't sleeping at home in the middle of the night, but instead comes to our Tazhai territory to enjoy the sea breeze." Lin Fei said expressionlessly, pressing Mr. Liu's head against the car door.

"Brother Lin, let's talk this out. I have money in my bag, it's all yours." Mr. Liu winced in pain, his hands flailing wildly.

"Keep the money for your own coffin." Lin Fei took the brown paper bag full of cash from Boss Liu's pocket and threw it on the ground.

Inside the market.

The bald man watched as the encirclement tightened around him, sweat streaming down his forehead.

"Lin Dabiao, what exactly do you want?" The bald man's voice trembled.

Lin Dabiao pulled the fish-killing knife from the cutting board.

"Grandpa predicted you guys would bite tonight, brothers, let Boss Liu hear the sound!" Lin Dabiao roared.

At the end of the market, the iron gate of the corrugated steel tile factory was kicked open from the inside.

The diesel engines of ten heavy bulldozers roared simultaneously.

The exhaust pipe spewed out thick black smoke, and the wide tracks crushed the concrete ground, kicking up bits of ice.

The massive metal bulldozer blade gleamed coldly under the searchlights as it swept directly towards the 150 thugs wielding machetes.