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

At Lin Dabiao's command, five hundred Zhongtang men wearing yellow safety helmets threw down their blood-stained wrenches and strode forward.

The rough sound of tearing fabric filled the darkness. Designer jackets, floral shirts, and jeans were all ripped into shreds by canvas gloves.

Scarface had a broken right collarbone and was writhing on the ground in pain.

Two men from the Lin family stepped on his shoulders, one on each side, and quickly stripped him down to only a pair of red boxer shorts.

"What are you doing! Killing someone is just a matter of beheading them, but the Lin family is doing things like this. You can forget about ever showing your face in the city again!" Scarface shouted at the top of his lungs, ignoring the excruciating pain from his broken bones.

Lin Dabiao slapped the scarred man's sunken nose with his backhand, making his mouth full of blood.

"The city? Grandfather has spoken, so the rules of Tazhai are the same as the city's rules."

"Find nylon ropes and hang them all up to the outer fence to get some air!" Lin Dabiao kicked away the tattered clothes on the ground.

Bundles of nylon cable ties and hemp ropes, each as thick as a thumb, were moved out of the logistics warehouse.

Three hundred Sanyihui thugs with broken legs were dragged by the arms of Lin family men towards the gate, their wails echoing throughout the factory area.

The two men dragged the scarred man to the stone pillar next to the main gate, wrapped the rope around his bound hands, passed over the spikes at the top of the pillar, and pulled it down forcefully.

Scarface was hanging in mid-air with his feet off the ground, his eyes rolling back in pain.

Along the three-kilometer-long iron fence surrounding Hongtu Machinery Factory, the same scene was everywhere: every five meters, a burly man wearing only underwear was hanging there.

At 6:30 a.m., the morning mist in the old industrial area had not yet dissipated.

The autumn wind blew, and the temperature was below ten degrees Celsius.

The three hundred burly men were so cold that their bodies turned purple, and they had lost all strength to howl; all that remained was the chattering of their teeth.

At seven o'clock, the morning rush hour begins.

A female textile factory worker, riding her bicycle to work, squeezed the front brake hard as she passed the dirt road along the river.

The bicycle's rear wheel lifted up, and the female worker, bracing herself with both feet, stumbled back three steps.

"You're being a pervert!" The female worker covered her eyes, but her fingers were wide open.

The farm vehicle delivering vegetables stopped in the middle of the road. The driver stuck his head out, took out his phone, and started snapping photos of the iron fence.

In less than half an hour, the main road in the old industrial area was completely blocked by onlookers.

Three municipal newspapers' vehicles, with their hazard lights flashing, were parked at the intersection, their cameras mounted on the roofs, flashing lights everywhere.

"That guy with the scar on his neck just smashed up my fruit stand last month and stole two thousand yuan from me!"

An uncle selling breakfast pointed at the scarred face hanging on the stone pillar and shouted.

The crowd erupted in uproar.

The Sanyihui controlled the old industrial area for thirty years, committing countless acts of extortion, vandalism, and mutilation.

Ordinary people don't even dare to look at them more than once.

Now, these living devils have all become exhibits on the iron fence.

The man picked up half a brick from the ground and threw it at the scarred man, hitting him in the thigh.

Scarface's feet were dangling in the air, with nowhere to hide, and he took the hit head-on, letting out a muffled groan.

With someone taking the lead, everyone completely lost their temper.

Rotten eggs, rotten vegetable leaves, and leftover buns were thrown at the people on the fence one after another.

They smashed the usually arrogant thugs until they were covered in filth and couldn't even lift their heads.

Two traffic police officers on motorcycles arrived at the scene.

I stopped by the roadside, looked at the three-kilometer fence covered with living people hanging from it, and then looked at the row of burly men with steel wrenches and yellow hats standing inside the gate.

The traffic police officer immediately picked up his walkie-talkie and called for backup from the municipal bureau, showing no intention of going forward to untie the rope.

Several black Santanas without license plates were parked under the shade of trees across the street, with the windows rolled down halfway, revealing spies sent by the Sanyi Society to scout the area.

The henchman in the Santana was holding a walkie-talkie, his hands trembling uncontrollably.

"Second Master, we can't go. The villagers have blocked the road and are throwing bricks at Brother Long and his men."

"The Lin family is just standing at the door watching the show. If we go down there, we'll just be throwing our lives away!" the henchman roared into the walkie-talkie.

The sound of Master Qiao smashing a cup came through the walkie-talkie.

Lin Ting, wearing a black trench coat, slowly walked out of the factory's main gate.

Old Wei followed behind with three hundred old workers, his steps unsteady.

Looking at the carnage on the fence and the frenzied crowd, Old Wei swallowed hard and muttered under his breath, "Grandpa, this has blown the roof off."

Lin Ting did not turn around.

Lin Dabiao led fifty loyal men forward, lining up on either side of the gate, their fierce eyes scanning the surrounding area.

Lin Ting walked to the middle of the road, his leather shoes crunching on the broken glass. He headed straight for the black Santanas.

The henchman was so frightened that he quickly rolled up the car window and pressed the central locking button.

Lin Ting raised his hand and tapped the car window with his knuckles.

The henchman trembled as he lowered the gap by two centimeters.

Lin Ting pointed to the scarred face hanging on the stone pillar, his eyes squinting from being hit by rotten vegetable leaves.

"Go back and tell the Qiao brothers that this is called the Lin family's welcoming path."

"Your Sanyi Gang likes to play dirty tricks, and the Lin family will play along to the end. If anyone dares to step into this street tomorrow morning, it won't just be thugs hanging on the fence."

Lin Ting withdrew his hand and straightened the collar of his trench coat.

The Santana on the other side didn't even dare to turn off the engine; the driver floored the accelerator.

The tires skidded wildly on the dirt road, causing the car to lurch forward and nearly crash into a roadside utility pole before it scrambled to escape the scene.

The top floor of the Sanyihui headquarters building in the city center.

Master Qiao kicked over the mahogany tea table in front of him, shattering the entire set of purple clay teaware on the floor and spilling tea onto the carpet.

"Five hundred bricklayers with wrenches crippled over three hundred of Scarface's men in ten minutes? You think this is a storyteller's tale!"

Master Qiao pointed at the henchman who had run back to report the news and began to curse.

The henchman knelt on the broken porcelain shards, his forehead bleeding from the impact.

"Second Master, it's absolutely true. All our men have been stripped naked and hung outside the Hongtu factory area."

I brought thirty brothers to try and untie the ropes, but the villagers just started throwing bricks at our car.

The Lin family's group stood at the gate with steel pipes, and our men didn't even dare to open the car doors.

"Good-for-nothing! Useless!" Master Qiao rushed forward and kicked the henchman in the chest again.

"Second brother, will throwing a tantrum save someone from a fence?"

The double-leaf carved wooden door of the inner office was pushed open.

Qiao Sanye, the leader of the Sanyi Society, walked out slowly, dressed in a gray Tang suit and holding two glossy lion's head walnuts in his hands.

Master Qiao quickly lowered his head and stepped aside.

Uncle Qiao walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, looked down at the bustling city traffic, and then turned his gaze towards the old industrial area.

"For thirty years, no one has dared to expose the Sanyi Society in the city. That kid Lin Ting is even more ruthless than a bandit."

"He's trying to wipe us out of the city." Old Master Qiao's walnuts cracked as he squeezed them.

"Brother, I'll immediately mobilize all the men from the South and North branches of the city, bring fire grenades, and raze that damn factory to the ground!" Master Qiao turned around through gritted teeth.

Third Master Qiao slapped Second Master Qiao hard across the face.

A crisp snap.

"Use your brain! Hundreds of people are hanging naked on the fence, do you think the city police will turn a blind eye? If you take your men there now, you'll just be walking right into the line of fire and become a scapegoat for the Lin family."

Master Qiao turned around, walked to the antique shelf, and picked up a priceless blue and white porcelain teacup.

"Since Lin Ting has the upper hand in a fistfight, let's try a different approach."

Didn't the Lin family spend a billion yuan to build a heavy industry base? For the machinery factory to start operations, it needs a reliable steel supply and sales network.

Master Qiao tightened his grip with all five fingers, and the blue-and-white porcelain teacup shattered into several pieces in his hand.

A sharp shard of porcelain pierced his palm, and blood dripped onto the expensive carpet.

"Lin Ting is going too far! So what if the factory is saved? I'll make sure he can't even sell a single screw in the city!"