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

Master Qiao's forehead slammed into the marble floor, blood and grease mixing together to leave a pool of blood on the floor.

Lin Ting sat in the chair and took out two walnuts from his pocket to continue fiddling with them.

The crisp sound of walnuts being rubbed together echoed in the banquet hall.

Lin Fei pulled out three documents from the inside pocket of his suit, walked forward, and threw them in front of Master Qiao, the bald vice president, and Master Lei in the corner.

"Sign," Lin Fei uttered only one word.

With trembling hands, Third Master Qiao picked up the document, opened his eyes, which were red and swollen from the burn, and read the title.

Gratuitous Transfer Agreement.

The contents are clearly stated: the six deep-water wharves under the name of the San Yi Hui, all remaining shares of Hong Tu Machinery Factory, San Yi Hui Logistics Park, and full control of Kang Sheng Pharmaceutical Company will be unconditionally transferred to the Lin clan.

Third Master Qiao's face was covered in blisters, and he trembled in pain: "Grandpa, this is the foundation of the Three Righteousness Society for thirty years. If we hand it all over, what will our thousands of brothers eat? At least leave us a branch so we can have something to eat."

Lin Fei drew the baton from his waist and, without saying a word, struck Qiao Sanye's right hand.

The crisp sound of a finger bone breaking drowned out Master Qiao's pleas for mercy.

Master Qiao screamed and rolled on the ground.

Lin Fei walked over, stepped on Qiao Sanye's chest, and stuffed a pen into his intact left hand.

"Say one more word and I'll smash your left hand too. The Lin family doesn't need a bunch of good-for-nothings to eat; the Lin family only wants territory."

"Starting tomorrow, all properties under the Sanyi Society will be registered under the Lin family's flag." Lin Fei looked down at him.

Third Master Qiao dared not speak again, and lay on the ground, signing his name crookedly with his left hand.

Lin Fei grabbed Qiao Sanye's bleeding right hand and pressed it heavily onto the signature area, leaving a bright red bloody handprint.

The bald vice president scrambled over, grabbed a pen, and started signing. He didn't even dare look at the contents, afraid that if he was a second late, his hand would be broken.

After signing, he bit his thumb and pressed his bloody handprint over his name.

"Grandpa, I've signed the agreement. The account books are all in the safe at the branch office. The password is six eights. Please spare my life." The bald vice president held the agreement above his head.

Lin Fei snatched the agreement, walked to the corner, and kicked the third document in front of Lei Ye.

Lei Ye covered his swollen face and finally saw the words on the agreement.

"Lin's Logistics Disclaimer and Guarantee Letter for the Provincial Chamber of Commerce to Withdraw from the Prefecture-level City".

They not only demanded that Mr. Lei bear all the restaurant's losses for tonight, but also demanded that the provincial capital's chamber of commerce refrain from interfering in any heavy industry or logistics projects in the prefecture-level city for ten years.

"Lin Ting, by making me sign this, you're cutting off the provincial capital's business in the prefecture-level city." Lei Ye, barely holding on to his last breath, pushed the agreement away.

"I, Lei, admit defeat today, but I cannot sign this document. If I do, I won't be able to explain it to the provincial capital. Even if you kill me today, the provincial chamber of commerce will not let you off the hook."

Lin Ting stopped playing with the walnuts, and tapped his walnut wood cane on the ground.

"Lin Fei, pull out all his teeth, sever his tendons, and throw him onto the provincial highway," Lin Ting said calmly.

Lin Fei stepped forward, grabbed Lei Ye's chin with one hand, and forcefully pried open his mouth.

With his other hand, he pulled a pair of multi-tool pliers from his pocket.

The pliers clamped onto one of Lei Ye's front teeth and pulled it out forcefully.

Blood splattered.

Lei Ye screamed and struggled, but was held down by Lin Fei.

"I'll sign! I'll sign!" Lei shouted incoherently, his mouth full of blood.

Lin Fei released his grip and tossed the pen over. Lei Ye grabbed the pen, trembling as he signed his name and pressed his bloody handprint onto the paper.

Lin Fei put away the three agreements, carefully checked them, walked to Lin Ting's side, and handed them over with both hands.

Lin Ting glanced at the name and bloodstain on the agreement.

"From today onwards, the name 'Sanyihui' will no longer exist in prefecture-level cities. Sixty percent of the city's heavy industry and logistics share will belong to the Lin family." Lin Ting folded the agreement and put it into the pocket of his long gown.

He stood up and looked down at the crowd on the ground.

"Who would want to steal the blueprints from Hongtu Machinery Factory?" Lin Ting asked.

The dozen or so machine shop owners, slumped over their dining tables, didn't dare utter a sound. Boss Li buried his head in the broken porcelain shards, feigning death.

"Who needs to stamp the closure order from the Municipal Construction Commission?" Lin Ting asked Qian Jin.

Qian Jin leaned over the glass turntable, shaking his head frantically and repeatedly assuring everyone, "There's no shutdown order! The Lin family's construction team has all the necessary permits, and they have the exclusive contract for the municipal square project. I'll deliver the approval documents to Tazhai first thing tomorrow morning!"

Lin Ting ignored Qian Jin's statement and turned to look at Lin Fei.

"Notify Lin Dayou of Yitang to bring an engineering team to the Sanyihui Logistics Park tomorrow, remove the signboard, and replace it with Lin's Logistics."

Inform Lin Fu in the auditorium to take the accountant to check Kang Sheng Pharmaceutical's accounts and bring down the monopolistic price of targeted drugs for me.

"Notify Zhongtang to take over the six docks. Anyone who dares to cause trouble will be drowned in the river." Lin Ting issued a series of orders.

"Yes, Grandfather!" Lin Fei nodded and accepted the order.

Lin Ting walked to the main table, picked up an unopened bottle of Moutai, unscrewed the cap, and poured a glass of wine.

He picked up his glass and drank it all in one gulp.

As the strong liquor went down his throat, Lin Ting turned and walked towards the banquet hall entrance.

"Mop the floor clean, make sure there's no blood smell left," Lin Ting said as he walked.

Five hundred loyal men responded in unison, their voices echoing across the rooftops.

Lin Dabiao led his men forward and dragged Third Master Qiao, Master Lei, and the others out the door.

Just then, a 100-inch LCD TV was mounted on the wall at the front of the banquet hall.

It was originally on silent mode, playing the city's evening news.

The scene suddenly switched, and an urgent business news flash interrupted the broadcast.

The news anchor's voice echoed in the lobby.

"Dear viewers, here is an urgent business news report: The Mitsui Foundation delegation from Sakura Province has arrived at the provincial capital's international airport tonight."

It is reported that the Mitsui Group will invest tens of billions of yen to acquire the heavy industry manufacturing and special bearing industries in Jiangnan Province, with its first target being a prefecture-level city.

On the screen, a private jet bearing the logo of the "Japan of Cherry Blossoms" lands on the tarmac.

The scene cuts to the airport's VIP passage, where a group of Japanese businessmen dressed in high-end custom suits walk out.

Leading the way was a man in his thirties with slicked-back hair and an arrogant look in his eyes.

When Lei Ye, who had been dragged to the door by Lin Dabiao, heard the news, he suddenly struggled to raise his head and burst into laughter with his mouth full of blood.

"Lin Ting! Did you hear that? The Mitsui Group is here! They have international capital backing and top-notch technological barriers."

So what if you get control of a prefecture-level city? Compared to the billions of dollars in foreign capital, your Lin family's assets are nothing!

"They'll uproot your Hongtu Machinery Factory!" Lei Ye shouted wildly, still stubborn even as death approached.

Lin Fei kicked Lei Ye in the mouth, silencing his laughter, and dragged him out the door.

A reporter's voice came from the television: "Mr. Mitsui, what are your group's specific objectives in this foray into Jiangnan Province?"

On the screen, Mitsui faced the camera and answered in broken Chinese: "The heavy industry technology in Jiangnan Province is too backward. Our Mitsui Group is here to set the standards."

I heard that there is a machinery factory called Hongtu in a prefecture-level city that produces so-called special bearings, which is an insult to the spirit of industry.

Those local enterprises that do not meet our standards have only two options: either be acquired by us or go bankrupt.

We will use real technology to crush them.

Lin Ting stopped and turned to look at the television screen on the wall.

He looked at the arrogant foreign conglomerate representative in the news.

Lin Ting placed the empty wine glass in his hand on the serving cart next to him, the bottom of the glass hitting the stainless steel table with a crisp sound.

"Now that we've wiped out the bedbugs in the country, it's time to use these foreign devils as a sacrifice," Lin Ting said.