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

Lei Ye roared, "Young man, you dare to ruin my plans? Do you even know what death means?!"

Lin Ting stopped and turned around to look directly at Lei Ye.

"Lei has been in the provincial capital for thirty years, not because of his fighting skills, but because of his connections."

Lei Ye braced himself on the table with both hands, leaning forward, trying to intimidate Lin Ting with his aura.

"You wrecked my place today, and tomorrow the provincial chamber of commerce's 10 billion yuan will be invested in the prefecture-level city."

I will use money to shut down your Lin's Logistics and Hongtu Machinery Factory within three days.

The 150 million you have won't even make a ripple in the face of the capital in the provincial capital.

Lin Ting put the two walnuts back in his pocket and pulled over a chair to sit down.

"Ten billion, that sounds like a lot," Lin Ting said calmly.

Lei Ye sneered, thinking that Lin Ting was afraid.

"It's not just about funding. With just one phone call, I can make things impossible for the Lin family, involving the Municipal Construction Commission, provincial heavy industry, and transportation and road administration."

No matter how capable your men are, do they dare to challenge the authorities? You injured me today, and tomorrow your entire Lin family will be in jail.

The rules of the provincial capital are not something a village head from the countryside like you can challenge.

Qian Jin, who was lying on the glass turntable, quickly echoed Lei Ye's words.

"Grandpa Lin, Master Lei has connections that reach the highest levels in the provincial capital. It's not too late for you to back down now, don't drag the entire Lin family of 100,000 people down with you."

"As long as you hand over the machine tool blueprints, I guarantee the Municipal Construction Commission won't cause you any trouble."

Lin Ting raised his right hand and tapped the table with his index finger.

"Noisy," Lin Ting uttered.

Lin Fei took a step forward and strode towards the main seat.

Lei Ye's expression changed drastically. He pointed at Lin Fei and shouted, "If you dare touch me, you're going against the entire Jiangnan Province Chamber of Commerce! Ah Bao!"

Lei called out the bodyguard's name, but there was no response from outside the door, only the groans of his henchmen with severed limbs on the ground.

Lin Fei ignored all nonsense, raised his right hand, spread his five fingers, and lashed out at Lei Ye's cheek with a whooshing sound.

A resounding slap echoed throughout the banquet hall.

Lei Ye's 200-pound body, along with the solid wood armchair, flew sideways, crashing heavily against the wall behind him before sliding onto the carpet.

More than a dozen broken teeth mixed with blood spurted from Lei Ye's mouth, and half of his face quickly swelled and deformed. The authority of the provincial capital's leader was completely destroyed by this slap.

The hall was deathly silent.

The dozen or so bosses of the machining factory were lying on the plate, watching as the high and mighty Master Lei was slapped down, and they were terrified.

Boss Li was trembling all over and couldn't even beg for mercy.

With his face covered in turtle soup, Third Master Qiao knelt beside the main table. Looking at Master Lei, who lay motionless on the ground, only one thought remained in his mind.

run.

As long as he escapes the banquet hall and returns to the Sanyi Society's headquarters, he can still gather manpower.

Using both hands and feet, Third Master Qiao crawled along the carpet toward the fire escape at the back of the banquet hall.

He dared not stand up, for fear of attracting the attention of Zhongtang's men.

Qian Jin caught a glimpse of Third Master Qiao crawling out of the corner of his eye. He gritted his teeth and deliberately knocked over a wine bottle on the table, trying to make a noise to attract Lin Fei's attention.

Lin Fei didn't even look at Qian Jin, and kicked him directly on the edge of the round table.

The heavy solid wood round table shook violently, and Qian Jin's chin hit the glass turntable, causing him to bite his tongue and bleed profusely.

Just as the loyal man responsible for suppressing Master Qiao was about to take a step to chase after him, Lin Ting raised his hand to stop him.

After crawling more than ten meters, Uncle Qiao stumbled to his feet and forcefully pushed open the heavy fire door.

There were no escape stairs outside the door.

Lin Dabiao, a burly man, wearing a black suit, stood with his arms crossed, blocking the doorway.

Fifty loyal men stood behind him, crowding the entire fire escape route.

More than twenty henchmen of the Sanyi Society lay on the ground, all with their arms and legs broken, unable to even utter a sound of pain.

Third Master Qiao crashed headfirst into Lin Dabiao's chest, bounced back, and fell heavily to the ground.

"Chairman Qiao, where are you in such a hurry?" Lin Dabiao bent down and grabbed Qiao Sanye's sparse hair.

"Let me go, I'll give you money, all the money from the Sanyi Society is yours. One million, no, ten million!"

Uncle Qiao grabbed wildly with both hands, trying to pry Lin Dabiao's fingers open.

Lin Dabiao didn't respond at all, but dragged Qiao Sanye by the hair all the way back to the banquet hall.

Master Qiao's leather shoes left two long marks on the carpet.

Lin Dabiao kicked away the chairs blocking his way, sending them flying and smashing them against the wall.

Lin Dabiao walked to the main table and threw Qiao Sanye at Lin Ting's feet.

"Grandpa, all the henchmen at the back gate have been wiped out; not a single one escaped," Lin Dabiao reported, bowing his head.

Lin Ting stood up.

A luxury dining truck from the hotel was parked next to the main table.

On the food cart was a huge stainless steel tray containing a freshly roasted suckling pig.

The roast suckling pig has a caramel-colored skin, with sizzling hot fat bubbling beneath it, releasing scalding steam.

Lin Ting walked to the food cart, grabbed Qiao Sanye by the back of the neck with one hand, and lifted him up.

"Just now downstairs, I heard someone say that they were going to bring in ten bulldozers to level the ancestral graves in my Tazhai village." Lin Ting stared into Third Master Qiao's eyes.

Third Master Qiao clung to Lin Ting's arm with both hands, desperately tilting his head back to avoid the heat emanating from the dining car.

"Grandpa Lin, that was all Lei Ye's idea. I was just a messenger. It was Lei Ye who wanted to level your ancestral graves. It has nothing to do with me."

Qian Jin was involved too; he obtained the shutdown order from the Municipal Construction Commission. And those machine shop owners—they all wanted to steal your machine tool blueprints.

Master Qiao begged for mercy loudly, and then revealed the names of everyone present.

Qian Jin, lying on the roundabout, shouted, "Qiao Laosan, you're talking nonsense! It was clearly you who suggested leveling the ancestral graves!"

Lei Ye lay in the corner, covering his swollen face, and mumbled incoherently, "Qiao Laosan, you dog, you dared to betray me."

Lin Ting ignored the infighting and exerted force with his right hand.

Qiao Sanye's head was forcibly pressed against the stainless steel tray on the food cart.

A wave of heat hit him, and Third Master Qiao let out a piercing scream.

"The ancestral legacy of 100,000 people—is that something you can use as a bargaining chip?"

Lin Ting pressed down on the back of Qiao Sanye's head and forcefully shoved his face into the plate of roast suckling pig filled with scalding hot oil.

The sound of flesh hitting boiling oil was extremely clear in the hall.

The screams of Third Master Qiao pierced through the glass of the eighth floor, sharp and shrill.

His hands gripped the edge of the food cart so tightly that his fingernails curled and bled, and his legs kicked wildly in mid-air.

Scalding hot oil splattered out and landed on Master Qiao's dark red Tang suit, burning several charred holes.

The food cart swayed back and forth as it was pedaled, but Lin Ting's hands remained as steady as a mountain.

The dignitaries in the hall were so frightened that they didn't even dare to lift their heads.

Qian Jin lay sprawled on the glass turntable, his crotch soaked with yellow liquid dripping down the table leg.

Mr. Li rolled his eyes and fainted on the plate of steamed grouper.

The bald vice president lay on the ground, his pants were wet, and his body was convulsing.

This group of urban high society members finally understood that this young man didn't follow any rules at all.

Anyone who crosses the Lin family's bottom line will face the most brutal and extreme punishment.

Lin Ting held his hand for a full ten seconds before letting go.

Third Master Qiao collapsed to the ground, his entire face covered in dense blisters from the heat, his skin peeling off, his features contorted in a gruesome sight.

He scrambled to his feet, kneeling at Lin Ting's feet, his head slamming heavily against the marble floor. Blood and grease mingled, leaving a pool of blood on the floor.

"Grandpa, spare my life! I'll hand over all power! I'll hand over all the account books of Hongtu Machinery Factory, the six wharves, and the Sanyi Society!"

Third Master Qiao kowtowed frantically, shouting these words in a hoarse voice.