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

Master Qiao kicked the security guard on the ground aside and strode towards the floor-to-ceiling window.

He ripped open the heavy blackout curtains and pressed his face against the glass to look down.

Qian Jin and Boss Li quickly went over.

The entire main road of Jianguo Road was completely blocked off.

One hundred pure black Mercedes-Benz G-Class cars and heavy off-road vehicles lined up one after another, completely blocking all four directions of the intersection.

All the headlights were turned off, and a hundred high-horsepower engines roared with a deep rumble, causing the leaves on the roadside leaves to fall in a rustling sound.

Master Qiao's eyes widened, and he pressed his hands against the glass, his palms covered in cold sweat.

"Is this the Lin family's convoy? Where did they get so many luxury cars?" Third Master Qiao's voice trembled.

Qian Jin adjusted his glasses and made out the logo on the car.

"They're all Lin's Logistics vehicles. They've used all the money they make from hauling goods to buy more vehicles." Qian Jin swallowed hard.

Mr. Li's legs went weak, and he leaned against the wall: "Chairman Qiao, didn't you say the traffic management had blocked the road?"

How did these hundred cars get in? Where are the guards outside?

At the main table, Lei Ye still held his teacup, not even lifting his eyelids.

"A few beat-up cars and you're all scared like this? People from prefecture-level cities, that's all you've got. No matter how big your entourage is, you're still just a bunch of peasants." Lei put down his teacup and twirled the jade thumb ring on his finger.

Lei looked at a crew-cut bodyguard behind him.

"Ah Bao, take a few brothers down there. Cripple the leader and smash all the cars."

"Tell them that Master Lei is eating and can't stand dust," Master Lei ordered.

Ah Bao nodded and led the three burly men with crew cuts out of the banquet hall and headed straight for the elevator.

The street downstairs.

boom.

One hundred car doors opened in the same second.

Five hundred men from Zhongtang, dressed in sharp black suits and wearing pure white gloves, stepped off the bus.

They were all over 1.8 meters tall, with standard buzz cuts, and their muscles under their suits bulged out of the fabric.

Five hundred people stood in ten square formations, and no one spoke, not even a cough.

The only sound was the footsteps of leather shoes on the asphalt road.

At the entrance of the restaurant, the thirty-odd henchmen left behind by Master Lei, along with the more than one hundred guards from the Sanyi Society, were all forced to retreat repeatedly by this force.

The yellow-haired leader of the Sanyi Society stepped forward with a cleaver in his hand.

"What are you doing? Do you know who's upstairs on business today?"

"Master Lei from the provincial capital has booked the whole place. You're all blind! Get lost!" The blond-haired gang leader pointed his knife at Lin Fei, who was walking at the front.

Lin Fei stopped and straightened his black tie.

"Grandpa Lin is attending the banquet. All other personnel, please clear the area." Lin Fei said expressionlessly.

Enraged, the yellow-haired gang leader raised his machete and chopped it down at Lin Fei's head.

"You're asking for it! I'll chop you up!" the blond-haired gang leader roared.

Lin Fei did not dodge; his right hand, gloved in white, reached out precisely and grabbed the descending blade.

The steel blade made a grating scraping sound in Lin Fei's hand.

Lin Fei exerted force with his wrist, and with a crack, the machete broke in two.

The blond-haired gang leader stood there, stunned, not yet able to react.

Lin Fei slapped the blond-haired man across the face with his backhand.

A cracking sound rang out as the blond-haired man's jaw dislocated, sending him flying three meters away before crashing heavily into a lamppost, sliding to the ground, and immediately losing consciousness.

Seeing this, Lei's henchmen all drew their batons and machetes from their waists.

"Dare to touch Master Lei's men? Kill him!" one of the henchmen shouted.

Lin Fei raised his right hand and made a gesture.

Five hundred loyal men marched forward in unison and rushed into the crowd.

This was a completely one-sided massacre.

The thugs that Lei Ye brought along from the outskirts of the provincial capital usually acted like tyrants in the area. They thought they had practiced Sanda (Chinese kickboxing) for a few years and didn't take these country bumpkins seriously at all.

A chubby young man from the provincial capital, weighing over 200 pounds, struck a standard boxing stance and delivered two consecutive jabs to the face of a man from Zhongtang.

Zhongtang, a man of integrity, neither dodged nor avoided, taking both punches headfirst without even tilting his head.

The chubby boy felt as if his fist had hit a steel plate, his finger bones throbbing with pain, and he screamed in agony.

Zhongtang Hanzi reached out with one hand, grabbed the fat younger brother by the collar, and with a single arm's strength, lifted the burly man weighing over 200 pounds directly above his head.

The chubby little boy was flailing his arms and legs in mid-air, struggling desperately.

Zhongtang's man swung his arms and slammed the fat younger brother hard onto the hood of a bread truck next to him.

The hood was severely dented, and the chubby boy fainted on the spot.

Several other Triad members, wielding steel pipes, surrounded and attacked.

The men from Zhongtang worked in pairs, cooperating seamlessly. They snatched the steel pipe, gripped both ends with their hands, and bent it with force.

Solid steel pipes were bent into exaggerated arcs and carelessly tossed on the ground.

The henchmen were stunned, dropped their weapons, and ran away.

Zhongtang's man caught up quickly and kicked them in the back.

The clicking sounds were incessant.

In less than three minutes, all 130-plus people collapsed to the ground, groaning in pain.

Bent steel pipes and broken machetes were scattered on the street.

Lin Fei glanced at the dozen or so giant green sanitation trash cans on the street corner.

"Put it all in, but don't get the road dirty. Grandpa's shoes can't be stained with blood," Lin Fei ordered.

The men of Zhongtang bent down and picked up the henchmen and underlings with broken arms and legs from the ground.

The henchmen cried and begged for mercy.

"Big brother, please let me go, I'll never do it again."

"My bone is broken, don't touch my leg."

The men from Zhongtang ignored them. They walked to the trash can, lifted the plastic lid, and stuffed the person inside headfirst.

Four or five people were crammed into a trash can, completely stuffed. Only their feet, clad in leather shoes, were sticking out.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The lids of more than a dozen trash cans were slammed shut.

Jianguo Road has returned to quiet.

The banquet hall on the eighth floor.

As he watched the whole thing unfold downstairs, Master Qiao's legs gave way, and he collapsed onto the carpet.

Qian Jin gripped the curtains tightly, his teeth chattering.

"Master Lei... all the people you brought have been stuffed into the trash can." Qian Jin turned his head and looked at Master Lei on the main table.

The jade thumb ring in Lei Ye's hand stopped spinning.

He stood up, walked to the window, and looked down.

Downstairs, five hundred men in black suits were marching in formation toward the restaurant's entrance.

Lei Ye's eye twitched. He had been in the provincial capital for decades and had never seen such a disciplined team.

"This is the Lin family's construction team? You call them peasants?" Master Lei grabbed Master Qiao's collar and questioned him sharply.

Third Master Qiao stammered, "Master Lei... I don't know either. They used to be farmers."

downstairs.

Five hundred loyal men stood still, straightening the hems of their suits and brushing the dust off their white gloves.

Several people's white gloves were stained with blood.

They took out brand-new spare gloves from their pockets, put them on, and threw the blood-stained gloves into the trash can.

The line was rearranged.

Five hundred people, wearing leather shoes, walked in unison up the marble steps of the Royal Dynasty Restaurant.

Ah Bao and three burly men with crew cuts had just stepped out of the restaurant's revolving door when they saw this scene.

Ah Bao stopped at the top of the steps, his expression changing.

He was carrying a machete in his hand, and three burly men behind him were holding extended batons.

Looking down at the dense mass of men in suits, Ah Bao's palms were sweaty as he gripped the axe.

Lin Fei walked at the front and stepped onto the first marble step.

Ah Bao gritted his teeth and pointed his axe at Lin Fei.

"Stop right there. Master Lei is upstairs. If you dare to barge in, you'll be going against the entire provincial chamber of commerce."

"Master Lei has spoken. If you take another step up, I'll break your legs." Ah Bao invoked Master Lei's name, but his voice betrayed his inner weakness beneath the surface.

Lin Fei did not stop and continued to walk uphill.

The second step.

The third step.

Ah Bao took a step back, his back hitting the glass revolving door.

The three burly men behind him were trembling so badly they could barely hold onto their batons.

They were ruthless men under Lei Ye, and they all had lives on their hands.

But they were facing five hundred expressionless, terrifyingly powerful thugs in suits.

This sense of oppression completely robbed them of their fighting spirit.

Lin Fei walked to the top of the steps, just one step away from A Bao.

Lin Fei looked at A Bao blocking the door, took off his right white glove, folded it neatly, and stuffed it into the breast pocket of his suit.

"Anyone who blocks the way of the Lin family's patriarch at the banquet will be killed."