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

Ten heavy bulldozers lined up in a long, straight line, their wide tracks leaving glaring white marks on the rough cement ground.

Two-meter-high steel bulldozer blades slid along the ground, leveling plastic water baskets, electronic scales, and glass shards along the way.

The roar of the diesel engine made the corrugated steel roof vibrate.

One hundred and fifty thugs were forced to retreat by the bulldozer, and their formation was completely broken.

The bald man dropped the iron rod in his hand with a clatter to the ground and turned to look behind him.

It was a dead end in the seafood market, with three-meter-high load-bearing walls on both sides, covered with white tiles, and a locked cold storage door behind it, leaving no way to retreat.

"Boss, there's no way out!" The blond-haired guy's voice changed, and the machete in his hand trembled, the blade clanging against the iron railing beside him.

"Shut up! Move to the sides and don't block the way!" the bald man roared, trying to regain his composure, his trembling voice filled with fear.

Ten bulldozers stopped abruptly five meters away from them, their engines shutting off.

The market fell silent, save for the heavy breathing and chattering of the thugs.

Lin Dabiao, carrying a half-meter-long fish-killing knife, walked out from between the two bulldozers.

He was shirtless, and the knife scar on his chest was particularly conspicuous under the searchlight.

Behind him, two hundred men from Zhongtang, wearing black vests and carrying solid rebar, followed in orderly steps.

"Lin Dabiao, leave yourself some leeway in your actions, so you can meet again in the future." The bald man wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and forced a smile.

"We admit defeat today. I have three million in cash in my bag, in the car outside. Consider it as buying drinks for the brothers."

"Let us go. From now on, we'll take a detour around this area in the north of the city."

Lin Dabiao sneered and strode to a stop three steps away from the bald man.

"President Liu sent you here to cause trouble, but you didn't even know our background."

Lin Dabiao tapped the bulldozer bucket with the back of his knife, producing a piercing metallic clanging sound.

"Do you think the Lin family wiped out Brother Guang's territory on Twelfth Road in the county town just by talking?"

Or do you think the knives in the city are sharper than those in the county?

The bald man swallowed hard: "Brother Da Biao, we're all just trying to make a living, there's no need to kill each other off."

Name your price, and we'll settle this privately. I'll handle things with Mr. Liu.

"The food in the detention center is so bland. I've been holding in my anger for half a month and I'm just looking for a place to vent." Lin Dabiao twisted his neck, his joints cracking.

"Offering three million to buy the lives of 150 of you is too low a price, Mr. Liu."

You bunch of dogs who take money to do things, do you really think that General Manager Liu has the final say in the city?

"Our Lin family dared to bring down even the chief commander of the Municipal Construction Committee, so what are you lot?"

The bald man bit his lip until it bled, then picked up the iron rod from the ground again, the veins on the back of his hand bulging.

"Lin Dabiao, don't push your luck. There are 150 of us. If we really fight to the death, half of you will be wiped out."

"The city isn't like your Tazhai. If someone dies, you won't be able to handle it! The cops will come, and we'll all be locked up in jail!"

The bald man shouted at the top of his lungs, trying to bolster his courage.

"Whether we can withstand it or not, it's up to Grandpa to decide." Lin Dabiao raised his fish-killing knife, the tip pointing at the bald man.

"Grandpa has ordered that anyone who dares to bring a knife into the Lin family's territory should have their hand holding the knife broken. Not a single one should be spared."

The bald man knew there was no way to resolve this peacefully, so he gritted his teeth.

"Brothers, we're going to die anyway, let's fight them! Charge out!" The bald man gripped the iron bar tightly and led the charge towards Lin Dabiao.

One hundred and fifty thugs, driven to the brink of desperation, retaliated by brandishing machetes and galvanized steel pipes.

Lin Dabiao walked towards the bald man without dodging or flinching. With a flick of his wrist, the back of his fish-killing knife slammed directly into the iron rod the bald man was swinging.

With a loud clang, sparks flew everywhere. The bald man felt a sharp pain in his hand, and the iron rod flew out of his grasp.

Lin Dabiao swung the back of his knife and smashed it into the bald man's right wrist.

A crisp snapping sound.

The bald man screamed as his right arm snapped in the opposite direction, the white bone fragments piercing his skin.

Lin Dabiao raised his foot and kicked the bald man squarely in the stomach.

The man, weighing over 200 pounds, was thrown off the ground and crashed into the group of thugs behind him, knocking over three or four of them.

Another thug, wielding a machete, charged toward Lin Dabiao's side.

Lin Dabiao didn't even turn his head. He raised his left leg and kicked the thug's knee with his leather shoe.

The bones snapped, and the thug screamed as he fell to the ground, his machete flying five meters away.

Before the thugs could react, two hundred Zhongtang men had already rushed into the crowd.

Having drunk the strengthening medicine soup, Zhongtang's young man's physical strength had already surpassed the limits of ordinary people.

They didn't use any fancy techniques with the rebar in their hands; they just smashed it straight up and down.

A young man with blond hair swung his knife at the shoulder of a young man from Zhongtang.

The young man didn't even try to dodge. He grabbed the blond-haired man's wrist with his left hand and swung the steel bar in his right hand directly at the blond-haired man's forearm.

The sound of bones breaking was piercing; the blond-haired man's right hand was bent at a ninety-degree angle, and the machete fell to the ground.

The younger man kicked him in the knee, and the blond-haired man fell to his knees, unable to get up again.

A thug wearing a white vest tried to use a steel pipe to block the attack from the Zhongtang man.

The two metal objects collided, and the thug in the white vest felt his arms go numb, and his thumb and forefinger split open.

Zhongtang's man swung his stick back and struck him on the right shoulder, the crisp sound of breaking collarbone echoing in the dead end.

A tattooed thug next to him raised a galvanized steel pipe and attacked from behind, smashing it with all his might onto the back of another Zhongtang man.

The steel pipe bent, but Zhongtang Hanzi didn't even flinch.

The man from Zhongtang turned around and swung his stick back, striking the tattooed thug in the side.

The tattooed thug was sent flying two meters away, crashing heavily into the white tiles of the load-bearing wall. He slid to the ground, vomited a mouthful of acid, and clutched his waist, unable to get up.

Someone in the group of thugs shouted, "They're monsters! You can't cut them with a knife!"

"Run! Run!" Someone tried to climb over the wall, but was pulled down by Zhongtang's men, slammed to the ground, and had his right arm broken with a stick.

Seeing that things were not going well, one of the thugs threw away his machete, put his hands on his head, squatted down on the ground, and shouted that he was surrendering.

"I surrender! I'm not fighting anymore!"

A young man from Zhongtang stepped forward, stepped on his shoulder, and precisely struck his right hand with a piece of rebar.

Screams echoed throughout the market.

"Grandpa said to break the hand that's holding the knife; you were holding the knife with your right hand just now."

Zhongtang, the young man, spoke coldly as he carried the blood-dripping rebar towards his next target.

The dead end was filled with the dull thud of steel bars breaking bones and the desperate wails of the thugs.

Zhongtang's strength was terrifying; with one blow, he knocked the man down, knife and all.

The thugs' fighting experience and grit, which they were so proud of, were utterly ineffective in the face of absolute power.

This is a one-sided crushing defeat.

Less than five minutes.

One hundred and fifty thugs lay on the cold cement ground, rolling around on the ground clutching their severed right hands.

No one was still standing. Blood mixed with ice shards on the ground, staining the dead-end alley red. The heavy smell of blood overpowered the fishy smell of seafood.

Two hundred loyal men retreated behind Lin Dabiao, standing ramrod straight, not out of breath, not red-faced, with blood dripping from the front of the rebar in their hands.

Lin Dabiao stepped forward, stomped his leather shoes on the bald man's face, and pressed his head to the ground.

He took out a white towel, casually wiped the blood off the fish-killing knife, and threw the towel on the bald man's bald head.

Lin Dabiao squatted down, grabbed the bald man by the collar, and pulled his face close to his own.

The bald man trembled in pain, his face covered in tears and snot; he was terrified.

Lin Dabiao patted the bald man's face with the flat of his knife, making a crisp sound.

"Go back and tell General Manager Liu," Lin Dabiao said, staring at the bald man, "that building of his is going to be taken over by the Lin family tonight!"