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

Two solid wood door panels, each weighing several hundred kilograms, smashed the mahogany screen at the entrance of the banquet hall.

Wood chips and dust billowed into the air, and a bottle of Moutai liquor on the main table was hit by flying wood, spilling the liquor all over the table.

The light from the corridor outside cast a long shadow.

Lin Ting, dressed in a well-fitting dark-patterned long gown and holding an old walnut wood cane in his right hand, slowly walked into the banquet hall, stepping on the wood chips scattered on the ground.

The copper plate at the bottom of the cane struck the marble floor, producing a crisp "tap, tap" sound.

Lin Fei lagged half a step behind, following to the side and behind.

Five hundred men from Zhongtang, dressed in black suits and wearing white gloves, surged in from behind Lin Ting.

Their steps were synchronized, and the sound of their leather shoes on the ground drowned out all the other noises in the hall.

The group of men blocked all the exits of the banquet hall, and even the window seats were filled with people.

The banquet hall fell silent instantly. The bosses who had been clamoring to divide up the Lin family's assets all shut their mouths.

The wine dispenser in Boss Li's hand fell to the ground, shattering into glass shards.

He glanced at the line of men in black suits pouring in through the door, then at Boss Lei sitting at the main table, trying to find some support from the bigwigs in the provincial capital.

Qian Jin's legs went weak, and he scrambled under the table.

Third Master Qiao knocked over the chair behind him, staggered backward, and pointed at Lin Fei at the door, cursing loudly.

"Lin Fei! You've gone too far! Master Lei is right here, how dare you force your way in!"

"What are you doing! This is Lei Ye's place!" The bald vice president drew his switchblade and brandished it at the Zhongtang man walking at the front.

Lin Fei raised his right hand and made a gesture.

The five hundred loyal men immediately dispersed, forming pairs, and headed straight for the twenty tables in the banquet hall. There were no warnings, no empty words.

Two men from Zhongtang walked up behind Boss Li.

Boss Li had just opened his mouth when he said, "You dare to do anything in the city..."

A large hand wearing a white glove grabbed the back of his head. The hand exerted force, slamming Mr. Li's head down.

Boss Li's face slammed into the steamed grouper plate in front of him, the white porcelain plate shattered, and fish bones and porcelain shards embedded themselves in his cheek.

He was pinned to the table and unable to move before he could even scream.

The owners of more than a dozen machining plants received the same treatment.

Just moments ago, they were raising their wine glasses, ready to divide up the Lin family's five-axis CNC machine tool, but now they've all been grabbed by the hair or held down by the neck by the men of Zhongtang and pressed down on the dining table.

His cheeks were pressed against greasy plates, and his nostrils were filled with leftover food. The sound of bones hitting the table echoed throughout the room.

A machine shop owner tried to get up, shouting, "We're from the city's chamber of commerce! How dare you mess around like this..."

Zhongtang's man delivered a karate chop to the back of his neck.

The restaurant owner fainted on the plate, his nose hitting the edge of the porcelain bowl, and blood flowed into the braised pork broth.

As soon as Qian Jin crawled under the table, he was grabbed by the collar and dragged out by two large hands.

Zhongtang's man lifted him into the air and slammed him heavily onto the glass turntable on the main table.

A lobster shell on the turntable pierced Qian Jin's forehead, and blood flowed down his glasses.

Qian Jin struggled desperately, but a large leather shoe stepped on his back, pressing him against the glass. He could only whimper and beg for mercy.

Master Qiao shouted, "Master Lei! Help! Call for help!"

He had barely uttered those words when Lin Fei was already in front of him. Lin Fei kicked Third Master Qiao in the back of the knee.

Third Master Qiao knelt down, his kneecaps hitting the marble floor with a crisp cracking sound.

Lin Fei reached out and grabbed Third Master Qiao by the back of his neck, pressing down hard.

Master Qiao's face slammed into a pot of boiling turtle soup, the soup splashing everywhere and scalding him so much that he convulsed.

The bald vice president charged forward, brandishing a switchblade. Lin Fei dodged the blade and slapped the bald vice president across the face.

Several bloody teeth flew out, and the bald vice president fell sideways to the ground.

Lin Fei walked over, stepped on his cheek, and rubbed it hard on the rough carpet.

Throughout the banquet hall, all the high-ranking members of the Sanyi Society and the onlookers from the city were forced to sit at the tables.

No one spoke in the hall except for the crisp sound of Lin Ting's cane tapping the ground.

Lin Ting walked forward, with tables littered with mess and people being suppressed on both sides.

He didn't even glance at these people, and went straight to the main table.

Lei Ye sat in the main seat, while his twelve bodyguards had all been rendered useless downstairs and outside the door.

He was left all alone, but he didn't run away. He put his hands on the edge of the table, stubbornly maintaining the airs of a big shot in the provincial capital.

Lin Ting walked to the main table, pulled out a chair, and sat down.

Lin Fei dragged a chair over and placed it next to Lin Ting.

Lin Ting leaned his walnut cane against the table, took out two shiny walnuts from his long gown pocket, and started to play with them.

The sound of walnuts being rubbed together was particularly clear in the hall.

"I overheard someone downstairs saying that they're going to bring in ten bulldozers tomorrow to level the ancestral graves in my village," Lin Ting said, looking at the walnuts in his hand.

Qian Jin lay face down on the glass turntable, blood from his forehead flowing into his eyes.

He didn't bother wiping away the blood and desperately raised his head: "Grandpa Lin! It's a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding! It was Qiao Laosan's idea, I was just a guest."

I didn't stamp that shutdown order from the Municipal Construction Commission; I made it all up. Please, be magnanimous and just ignore it.

Lin Ting ignored Qian Jin and turned to look at Master Qiao, who was struggling in the turtle soup.

Master Qiao's face was scalded and turned bright red, with blisters forming a continuous patch.

He barely managed to pull his face out of the soup bowl, panting heavily: "Lin Ting, if you dare to touch me, you're going against the entire city's chamber of commerce."

With Master Lei in charge here, if you mess things up today, the people in the provincial capital won't let you off the hook.

Lin Fei walked over, grabbed Third Master Qiao's hair, and pressed his face into the soup bowl again.

Qiao Sanye's cries for help turned into muffled gurgling sounds.

Lin Ting turned his gaze to Lei Ye, who was sitting in the main seat.

Lei gripped the edge of the table with both hands, his fingernails digging into the solid wood surface.

He had been a powerful figure in the provincial capital for decades, and had never been trampled on in such a brutal way.

Those bosses who used to be high and mighty in the city are now all groveling on the plate.

The provincial capital's armed forces he brought couldn't even get close to Lin Ting.

Lei Ye knew he couldn't afford to show weakness now, or he would lose completely.

"Grandpa Lin." Master Lei steadied his breathing and pointed towards the door.

"Your men are indeed good fighters, but in Jiangnan Province, fighting ability alone cannot solve problems."

You smashed up the Royal Dynasty Restaurant and crippled my men today. The Provincial Chamber of Commerce will settle this score with you tomorrow.

"Your docks and the 150 million in cash you have are simply not enough to cover the losses."

Lin Ting continued to twirl the walnuts in his hands, the crisp sound of the walnuts colliding never ceasing.

Seeing that Lin Ting didn't respond, Lei raised his voice: "You tell your men to leave now and hand over the blueprints for Hongtu Machinery Factory, and I, Lei, can pretend that tonight's events never happened."

Otherwise, once the funds from the provincial capital enter the market tomorrow, your Lin's Logistics won't even last a day.

Lin Ting put the walnuts back in his pocket and picked up the walnut wood cane leaning against the table.

Lei Ye abruptly stood up, kicked aside the chair behind him, pointed at Lin Ting, and shouted angrily, "Young man, you dare to ruin my plans? Do you even know what death means?!"

Lin Ting stopped and glanced up at him.